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[Verse]
 A                           G
Every day I love her just a little bit more,
A                  G
little bit more, a little bit more
A                          G
Everyday I love her just a little bit more
        A            G
and she loves me the same.
 
A                           G
Every day I love her just a little bit more,
  A                    Bb
a little bit more, little bit more
A                          G
Everyday I love her just a little bit more
        A            G
and she loves me the same.
 
 [Bridge]
 A
So Baby if you wanna get low
G
Baby if you wanna get high
D                       E
It makes no sense at all
 
 [Chorus]
       A                 A              G
I saw red, I saw red, I saw red, 
D                E
one more secret lover that I shot dead.
 
[Instrumental]
A G x2 
 
 [Verse]
 A                         G
Everyday I wake up just a little bit more
               A
feelin' like a dog out in the yard
       G
that's just how we are
 
A                         G
Everyday I wonder if it's over
                  A
when I wake up realizin' that we hate
      G
and I break down the wall
 
A                                G
You say it's black, but I don't believe you 
           A
I say it's white,
                            G
you say I'm tryin' to deceive you
        A                         G
and I'm aware of the high and the low,
               A                             G
I'd be waiting for you in the middle, but I just lack control
 
 [Bridge]
 A
So Baby if you wanna get low
G
Baby if you wanna get high
D                       E
It makes no sense at all
       A                  A           G
I saw red, I saw red, I saw red, 
D                E
one more secret lover that I shot dead.
 
[Instrumental]
A G x2


[Verse]
A               G
Girls, don't go crazy,
   A               G
Oh Girls, don't go crazy,
   A               G                  A        G
Oh girls, don't go crazy when the men use you, no
 
    D                             F
Oh, women hold your man tight
D                     E                     A        G
if it makes you feel right, it's your own life 
 
N/A
RUFF
 
A(sweep)

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[Intro]
D F# Bm A
 
[Verse - Reggae]
             D                        F#
I don't practice santeria I ain't got no crystal ball
     Bm                            A
I had a million dollars but I'd, I'd spend it all
     D                                 F#
If I could find that Heina and that Sancho she's found
            Bm                      A
Well I'd pop a cap in Sancho and I'd   slap her down
 
[Chorus - Straight]
G        A             D   Bm
All I really wanna know my baby
G        A            D   Bm      G
All I really wanna say I can't define
       A            D    Bm
It's love that I need
G          A
But my soul will have to
 
[Verse - Reggae]
    D                           F#
Wait 'till I get back, find a Heina of my own
   Bm                      A
Daddy's gonna love one and all
D                                 F#
I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break
                  Bm                    A
And I gotta live it up Oh yeah, uh huh, well I swear that I
 
[Chorus - Straight]
G        A           D    Bm
All I really wanna know my baby
G        A            D   Bm      G
All I really wanna say I can't define

      A            D    Bm
That love will make it go
G         A
My soul will have to…

[Solo - Reggae]
D F# Bm A x2
 
[Chorus - Reggae]
G*Hit        A*Hit           D    Bm
All I really wanna say my baby
G*Hit        A*Hit            D   Bm      G
All I really wanna say is I've got mine
     A            D     Bm
And I'll make it yes I'm comin' up
G         A
Tell Sanchito that if
 
[Verse 3 - Straight]
D                         F#
He knows what is good for him he best go run and hide
 Bm              A
Daddy's got a new 45
D                                         F#
And I won't think twice to stick that barrel straight down Sancho's throat
  Bm                        A
Believe me when I say that I got something for his punk ass
 
[Chorus - Straight]
G       A           D    Bm
But I really wanna know my baby
G        A            D   Bm      G
What I really wanna say is there's just one way back
  A           D     Bm
And I'll make it
G           A		      D F# Bm A
yeah my soul will have to wait

G A D

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D (Reggae)
sleeping by yourself at night can make you feel alone
D
your girlfriend said so, i dont really know
C
that dont mean, we fucked around
B                                                     *B (Hit)
that night last week when you left town
 
D
and i was tweaking by myself one night thats when i wrote this tune
D
and i did not have no need for that bed in my hotel room.
C
sometimes, right now, since ive left the pen.. 
B                                            *B (Hit)
feels like im right back there again
 
G (Straight)   A
sometimes i pray
G                                         A
im waiting, waiting for that bright holiday
G                                      A
and i bought myself that gun
G                                                            A*
and im right back, right back where im from

D (Reggae)
sleeping by yourself at night can make you feel alone
D
your girlfriend said so, She’s a little hoe
C
that dont mean, we fucked around
B                                      *B (Hit)
I like to keep that higher ground

G (Straight)   A
sometimes i pray
G                                         A
im waiting, waiting for that bright holiday
G                                      A
and i bought myself that gun
G                                                            A*
and im right back, right back where im from
 
A         G         A             G
              Dont tease me     Oh don’t
A               G      A         G
Tease me          Tease me, Oh
 
G (Straight)   A
sometimes i pray
G                                         A
im waiting, waiting for that bright holiday
G                                      A
and i bought myself that gun
G                                                            A*
and im right back, right back where im from

(Fast)
|D   |C   |B   |B  |
|D   |C   |B   |B - C|
|D   |C   |B   |B   |

(Hits) DD  CC  A

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[Intro]

Dm       Am       Dm   (let ring)
 
 
[Verse 1]

Dm                                         Am
Lying in my plastic bed thinking how things weren''t so cool to me
A#
my baby likes to shoot pool
F
i like lying naked in my bedroom
F#                                C#
tying off the dinosaur tonight used to be so cool 
 
 
[Chorus 1]

E                 B
now i got the needle 
         E                     B
i can shake but i can't breathe
                    E                                B
you take it away but i want more and more
F# (let ring)
one day i'm gonna lose the war


[Verse 2]

F#m                 C#m
Lying in my plastic bed thinking how things weren''t so cool to me
D
my baby likes to shoot pool
A
i like lying naked in my bedroom
A#                              F
tying off the dinosaur tonight used to be so cool 
 
 
[Chorus 2]
 
F#                  C#
now i got the needle 
        F#                   C#
i can shake but i can't breathe
                 F#                                C#
you take it away but i want more and more
G# (let ring)
one day i'm gonna lose the war

G#m

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[Guava Jelly - Verse]
G       C            D
Baby I really wanna know
G                   Em
I think you should stop your cryin’
C                       D
Here’s my kerchief to dry your eyes
C           D
You know I love you
G  Em   C      G
Ruby, here I am
      C              Em                                D    G
Come rub it ‘pon my belly like some guava jelly
G     Em  C     G
Damsel, here I am
      C              Em                               D    G
Come rub it ‘pon my belly like some guava jelly
 
[This Train - Chorus]
G              C                 D      G
This train is bound for glory, this train yeah, me talkin ‘bout
G               C               D         G
This train is bound for glory, this train
G               C               D         G
This train is bound for glory, this train
C
This train won’t carry no unholy
 
[Verse]
G                   C      G     C
The stone that the builder refuse
       G             C          G    C
Shall always be the head-corner stone
G                   C      G     C
The stone that the builder refuse
  G                  C          G           D
Shall always be the head-corner stone
D                       C
You’re a builder baby
C               D
Here I am, a stone
D               C
Don’t leave me confused girl
            G                               C                  G
Cause the things you should use are the things 
                    C
we should choose
 
                D                              D7
And you hear me, hear what I say
 
 [Chorus]
G           C                 D      G
This train is bound for glory, this train
G               C                D      G
This train is bound for glory, this train
G               C
This train is bound for glory
C
This train won’t carry no unholy
       D                              C
‘Cause I, I  just can’t be sad

G

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[ Chords: || D         | G | D | G - A :|| ]
In school they never taught bout hamburgers or steak
Elijah Muhammed or the welfare state
But I know
And I know because of KRS-one
Yeah and I know, and I know because of KRS-one
Because he's droppin' droppin' droppin' science
Droppin' history with a whole leap of style and intelligence
Yes, I know
I know because of KRS-one yeah
And I know, and I know
[ | D# - E | D# - D | x2
    D#-E-D#-D   x2
    D#       E
Some Kind of Chromatic Breakdown ]


[ || E           | A | E | A - B7 :|| end on E || ]
Because we don't want to pay money to hear the same old sounds
Watch him he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground
'Cause I know, how do I know?
And I know because of KRS-ONE
Yeah, and I know, and I know because
And I know
And I know because of KRS-one
And I know, and I know yeah!     

 E

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[Chords: D - E Repeat the whole song ]
GO! and I won't make love to you
And I feel the love feel the love la love.
Jailhouse gets empty.
Lou gets plenty.
The baton stick gets shorter
Lou gets taller
Can't fight against the youth 'cuz we're strong
Them are rude rude people
Can't fight against the youth 'cuz we're strong
And the rude rude people long, baby get now
When I was a youth in 1983 was the best day of my life.
Had the '89 vision.
We didn't fuss or no fight
When all the little daughters wanna be my wife
Like a vision it was playin' on my guitar on my guitar.
I had to be there. I had to be there. I had to be there. I had to be there.
When the rhythm was playin'. I know that I'm gonna be there, yeah.
Oh Bud Gaugh will be singing there and Eric Wison will be banging out there, yeah.
Ohh and we'll be all singing with version with versions reggae
Version, version, version, version ohh
Ohhhh whoa ooooh
D D (Hits)
            What has been told to the wise and uprooted, yeah,
It's gonna be revealed onto babes and Sublime.
Lucy Lucy Lucy


D D (Hits)
             Can't fight against the youth. Right now them are rude, rude people.
Can't fight against the resistance. Whoa right now them are rude rude people.
We're gonna rule this land. Among children were gonna rule this land.
'Cuz when that rhythm it was playin' on my guitar, on my guitar.
I had to be there. I had to be there. I had to be there. I had to be there.
Oh, when I was a youth, it was the best day it was the best day of my life.
Had the '89 vision. We didn't fuss or no fight
When all the little daughters wanna be my wife.
When that rhythm it was playin' on my guitar, on my guitar.
I had to be there. I had to be there. I had to be there.
I had to be there. I had to be there.
Had to be there yeah
Ohhh 
Ohhh 
Ohhh
Jailhouse gets empty.
And Lou gets plenty.
Baton stick gets shorter.
Lou gets taller, taller.
Can't fight against the youth, 'cuz we're strong.
Them are rude, rude people.
D D (Hits)
         Can't fight against the youth. (Acapella)

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A
some folks say smoking herb is a crime
if they catch you smokin they're bound to drop the dime
insufferable informa crazy fools
wait with their fingers crossed for you to break the rules
 
E
and in the evening when we try to jam
we like the music loud in this here band
we let the bass line drop as loud as we can stand
somebody always gotta turn informa for the man
 
D
i want to know right now 
is there one of you in the crowd
are you gonna call 911
 
C#m
and spoil all of my fun 
 
Bm            A
you crazy fool
 
A
i'm in the mood get ready
im in the mood come on now yeah
im in the mood get ready
im in the mood come on now yeah
 
E
load up the bong crank up the song 
let the informa call 911
load up the bong crank up the song
let the informa call 911
 
D
and when security police force want to arrive 
don't try to run don't try to hide
just pull out the .9 pop in the clip
 C#m                          Bm        A
and let one slip into these crazy fools

A (Rhythm)
some folks say smoking herb is a crime
if they catch you smokin they're bound to drop the dime
insufferable informa crazy fools
wait with their fingers crossed for you to break the rules
 
E (Normal)
and in the evening when we try to jam
we like the music loud in this here band
we let the bass line drop as loud as we can stand
somebody always gotta turn informa for the man
 
D
i want to know right now 
is there one of you in the crowd
are you gonna call 911
 
C#m
and spoil all of my fun 
 
Bm            A
you crazy fool
 
A
i'm in the mood get ready
im in the mood come on now yeah
im in the mood get ready
im in the mood come on now yeah

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Chords: | A - G | *Repeat throughout song

(Reggae)
We took this trip to Garden Grove
It smelled like Lou-dog inside the van, oh yeah
This ain't no funky reggae party, $5 at the door
It gets so real sometimes, who wrote my rhyme
I got the microwave, got the VCR
I got the deuce-deuce in the trunk of my car, oh yeah

If you only knew all the love that I found
It's hard to keep my soul on the ground
You're a fool, don't fuck around with my dog
All that I can see I steal, I fill up my garage

Cause in my mind
Music from Jamaica, all the love that I found
Pull over there's a reason why my soul's unsound

It's you
It's that shit stuck under my shoe
It's that smell inside the van
It's my bed sheet covered with sand
Sitting through a shitty band
Getting dog shit on my hands
Getting hassled by the man

Waking up to an alarm
Sticking needles in your arm
Picking up trash on a freeway
Feeling depressed everyday
Leaving without making a sound
Picking my dog up at the pound
Living in a tweaker pad
Getting yelled at by my dad
        (*Hits)
Saying I'm happy when I'm *not
                       (Reggae)
Finding *roaches in the pot 
All these things I do
They're waiting for you.

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A (Reggae)
Stolen from an Africa land
A
Chased out with a knife
        D
With a face like Bob Marley
        A
And a mouth like a motor-bike
              E                F
Oh well, the bars are always open
         A
And the time is always right
              D                F
And if God's good word goes unspoken
     A
The music goes all night and it goes
 
A
If I was Bob Marley, I said could you be loved?
 A
And if I was half pint,  with my Lord up above
      D
If I was Mike Tyson, I'd look for a fight
      A
If I was a boomtown rat, I would be stayin' up all night
      E                                  F
If I was the King Ad-Rock, I would get stupid dumb
         A                                             F        -
And if rhymes were Valiums, I'd be comfortably 
E
numb
 
A
If I had a shotgun, you know what I'd do?
     D
I'd point that shit straight at the sky
           A
And shoot Heaven on down for you
             E               F
Because the bars are always open
         A
And the time is always right
              D                F
And if God's good work goes unspoken
     A
The music goes all night and it goes

A
I want a lover but I can't find the time
A
I want a reason but can't find a rhyme
       D
And I want to start some static but I can't afford

         A
To get slammed to the ground like I fell off my skateboard, hey
E                           F
Now a days is clear as you please
A                                    F         -           E
Strap with protection or struck with disease
 
A*Hits                      A*      
   Laughter, it's free,   anytime just call me    
A* D*        D*
       439-0116 When your down with Sublime you get
E          F              A                     E     F        A
  funky fresh lyrics, you get new lyrics
 
A 
Stolen from an Africa land
       D                 A
I was chased out of the bar
E          F     A
I saw my best friend tonight
      D     F          A
So, don't push me too far

(Stay Reggae)
C Bb C Bb C Bb C Bb*(Quick Stop on 2)

C Bbx4
I'm gonna run, come down with the new lyrics
Get hit, get hip, don't slip you knuckle heads
Racism is schism on a serious tip
You don't believe me then I go on bust your lip
  
C*(Stop on One) (Bass only)
I hear the mountain, it hard to climb
Rougher the rhythm man, it must be Sublime
Listen yellow lover, yet it right on time
We got cricket with the quickness and the bass line
 
C Bb (Reapeat til End)
Stolen from an Africa land

C

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