Em  A x4
 
       Em   A                     Em
Summer-time   and the living's easy
                 A                      Em
Bradley's on the microphone with Ras m.g.
                      A
All the people in the dance will agree
           Em                A                Am
That we're well qualified to represent the LB-C
                 F#7
Me, me and Louie run to the party
B7                          Em     A   Em  A
Dance to the rhythm it gets harder
 
          Em   A                Em          A
Me and my girl   we got this re-lationship
  Em              A         Em                  A
I love her so bad   but she treats me like  sh
Em               A                   Em     A
I'm on lock down like a penitentiary
                Em
She spreads her lovin' all over
    A                               Em           A
And when she gets home there’s none left for me
 
       Em   A                     Em
Summer-time   and the living's easy
                 A                     Em
Bradley's on the microphone with Ras m.g.
                      A
All the people in the dance will agree
           Em                A                Am
That we're well qualified to represent the LB-C
                 F#7
Me, me and Louie run to the party
B7                          Em      A  Em   A
Dance to the rhythm it gets harder
 
   Em             A             Em    A
Oh take this veil   from off my eyes
Em         A                Em    A
My burning sun will someday rise
   Em                             A
So what am I gonna be doin' for a while
               Em                A
Said I'm gonna play with  myself
Em            A                    Em     A
Show them now   we've come off the shelf
       Em   A                     Em
Summer-time   and the living's easy
                 A                     Em
Bradley's on the microphone with Ras m.g.

                      A
All the people in the dance will agree
           Em                A                Am
That we're well qualified to represent the LB-C
                 F#7
Me, me and Louie run to the party
B7                          Em      A  Em  A
Dance to the rhythm it gets harder
 
Em   A
Evil I've come to tell you that she's
Em        A
Evil most definitely
Em   A
Evil Ornery scandalous and
Em        A
Evil most definitely
    Em      A            Em      A
The tension   is getting hotter
            Em       A           Em    A      Em  A
I'd like to hold her   head underwater oh, oh
 
          Em    A
Me and my girl
            Em          A
we got a re-lationship
          Em     A
Me and my girl
            Em
we got a re-lationship
   Em    A
My girl
            Em           A
we got a re-lationship,  oh
       Em     A
And my girl
               Em          A
we got this re-lationship
 
            Em                 A                     Em
Take a tip, take a tip, take a   tippity tip from me
                 A                     Em
Bradley's on the microphone with Ras m.g.
                      A
All the people in the dance will agree
           Em                A                Am
That we're well qualified to represent the LB-C
                F#7
Me, la la Louie want everybody
B7                        Em       A
Run to the rhythm it gets harder
       Em   A                     Em
Summer-time   and the living's easy

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C* (*Hits)
All of the DJs surly have taken a lesson
C*
Start talkin trash and I'll come with my smith and wesson

C* C*

C
A little competition comes my way
But it always winds up the same
The stone that the builder refused
Shall be the head cornerstone

(Straight)
Am                C
Ain't nothing wrong    
Am                   C    
Ain't nothing right     
                 F                 C            G
 and still I sit and lie awake all night
 
C (Choppy)
All of the DJs surely have taken a lesson                Try talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith and Wesson
Enough d.j.s come with enough, enough stylee
But when I bust my lyrics we all know it's wicked and wiley
 
(Straight)
Am                C
Ain't nothing wrong    
Am                   C    
Ain't nothing right     
                 F                 C            G
 and still I sit and lie awake all night
 
C (Choppy)
Oh yeah Rubadub blender
A new mixer, go,
I am the one DJ with enough flava ,it go
Here I go, here I'm come, heara the dubbed down d.j.
Lord have this grilled cheese
I mean ah, I am Jamican but I ain't no freak
I caught the man Ino with a ten pound bag of tweak

C*
Hold on, though we call it ghost rider
C*                    C*                     C C C C
Every time we see them you fulfill the danger 
 
(Straight)
Am                C
Ain't nothing wrong    
Am                   C    
Ain't nothing right     
                 F                 C            G
 and still I sit and lie awake all night, Oh
 
C (Reggae)                              F                  G
Dreddy got a job to do, and we might fulfill his mission
C                              F                  G
To see his pain would be his greatest ambition       but ah,
C                              F                  G
We will survive in this world of competition
       C                                    F           G
Using guns and our ammunition, bo, bo, bo, bo
C                    F           G
Bo,bo,bo,bo,     go, go,    go, go…
C                    F           G
 
C                              F                  G 
I won't wait so long mm,
i said I won't wait so long for you
oh, oh, yeah mmm ooh oh
hard to get so much
 
hmm, stop your messin' around
ah ah ah ah better think of your future
ah ah ah ah time you straighten right out
                                                   C
ah ah ah ah or you'll wind up in jail

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D#dim7 - Edim7 - Fdim7
Here’s Adventure...

Em - A x8

[Whole song]

Em - Em7 - A - A7

that's chapter 1,
would you like to have chapter 2
you better you son of a bitch, i know the way.
here's adventure, here's romance,
here's the famous robbin hood of the old west.

cisco, the sheriff, he's getting closer!

this way poncho, vominos. the cisco kid.

way, way, way, we way back in the days the year, 1980.
had to get a job, had to make some money-ney
picked up a pen and a pad, dropped reality
never thinking that i would live to see the day i'd rock my own cd

we used to do the dance we called obie-obie
now s.t.p. 1993

so hollywood get out my way
my mom's words seems like yesterday
"love jesus, don't forget to pray"
she most have gone with a boss d.j. right
(don't be too sure of that fat one. fat one?)
when we were young were skinny-inny
coming with the 9mm pumpin' with the uzi

(8th Notes)
'cuz he who has the money has the authority
and respect to the man with the uzi

(Normal)
the 808 kick is on my hitlist
and this beat's cooking like an ital dish

it wasn't hard for me to do, it was so easy
because to me loops lip tight dub naturally
mom's words seem like yesterday.

(Stop)
what's your name? cisco kid.
si, poncho's name is, poncho.

(One Strum)
now in '94 we got an s.t.p.
a half pack of smokes, and oh yes, and sammy

(New Rhythm)
a fifteen pack of old millwalkee
a dalmation and a girlfriend,
but i ain't got no money-ne-ne-ne

(Normal)
the 808 is within my reach,
sublime beats bumpin' straight from long beach.
if you think that hollywood
didn't get what he deserved,
call 808 kit to get served

Em - A (Fade til End)

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[Intro]
| Fm    | C#  C  |  x4
 
[Verse 1]
Fm    C#     C      Fm           C#       C    Fm
No importa que se lleva, porque todo se quitara
       C#     C    Fm   C#     C
Ay, no puedo verlo, ni en pintura
A#                             A
Cuando empecemos, no me dio cuenta
Dm                  F
De que luego, tuviera que pagar
C#          G#                      D#            F#        
pero...... si se cambie, me voy a acostarme 
     C#       D#
con ti, con ti
 
[Interlude]
| Fm    | C#  C  |  x2
 
[Verse 2]
Fm             C#     C   Fm    C#        C    Fm
No me propondo predicar, vive y deja vivir
     C#    C           Fm                   C#m C
Pero el amigo es un condon en el bolsillo
A#                A
Yo no soy medico, no soy chapucero
Dm                 F
Solamente soy pobre, y ya estoy tan solo
C#                  G#
pero si se cambie, ella seria la mia,
D#           F#            C#             D#
para ser poseido en propiedad, en propiedad
 
[Interlude]
| Fm    | C#  C  |  x4
| A#     | A    |
| Dm   | F     |
 
[Outro]
C#                           G#
I've got to get it off with you, oh what can I do?
D#                F#           C#         D#
I would lay down anytime with her, with her....

Fm C# C

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A A A D A   A A A E E
A A A D A   A A A E E
 
| A - D | A - E | whole song
[Verse 1]
Mucho gusto, Me llamo Bradley
Im Hornier than Ron Jeremy
And if you want to get popped in your knee
Wipe that look off your bati face
 
You hate me cuz i got what you need
a pretty little daughter that we call mixie
And sir, if you'd like to get beat physically
it will be over in a minute if you
 
So she told me to come over and I took that trip
And then then she pulled out my mushroom tip
And when it came out, it went drip drip drip
I didnt know she had the g.i. joe, kung foo grip
 
[Chorus]
And it went - uhh
And the girl caress me down- uhh
And thats that lovin sound- it went uhh
And the girl caress me down- uhh
And thats that lovin sound
 
[Verse 2]
When I kiss mixie she makes me feel horny,
Cause Im the type of lover with the sensitivity,
When she kiss my neck and tickle me frenzy,
The right kind of lover on sunday morning.
 
En el otro lado es donde vivi,
Con mi hijita, que se llama mixie,
Y su hermana, si me quiere,
Y ya horita, tenemos un bebe,
 
[Verse 3]
Sus padres sus tios me trataron matar
But they did not get too far
Un poco despues tuve que regresar
Con un chingo de dinero
Cause you know Im a star
 
Me fui a costa rica
Para tomar y sufear
Placticaba con la rasa
Cause they know who we are
 Si no so dio cuenta
Then I bet you never were
You must be a muneca
If your still standing still
 
[Chorus]
And it went - uhh
And the girl caress me down- uhh
And thats that lovin sound- it went uhh
And the girl caress me down
And thats that lovin sound
  
A A A   D A   A A A   E E
A A A   D A   A A A   E E 
 
[Verse 4]
 Me gusta mi reggae,
Me gusta punk rock,
Pero la cosa que me gusta mas es panochita,
 Ponga la nalga en la aire if you know who you are,
Ponga la nalga en la aire y empieza gritar,
 
No tenga miedo, Im your papi,
Take your chones, y les mandan a mi,
Levanta, levanta, tienes que gritar,
Levanta, levanta, tienes que bailar.
 
[Chorus]
 And it went - uhh
And the girl caress me down- uhh
And thats that lovin sound- it went uhh
And the girl caress me down
And thats that lovin sound

uhh, caress me down- uhh
And thats that lovin sound- it went uhh
And the girl caress me down
And thats that lovin sound
 
A A A   D A   A A A   E E
A A A   D A   A A A   
E    A 

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[Verse]
            G                  C                  G             C
There is a steel train comin through, and i would take it if i could, 
        G               C             G            C
and i would not lie to you because Sunday mornin soon will come,
          G                   C
and the things will be much easier to say,
 G                          C                      G
upon the microphone like a boss d.j., and i won't walk up upon the sea
         C             G                 C
like it was dry land, boss d.j. ain't nothing but a man
    G                                                      C          D
no trouble no fuss (tap guitar twice),    I know why (short pause)

[Chorus]
G      C       G                  C
It's sooo nice, I wanna hear the same song twice,
G      C       G                  C
It's sooo nice, I wanna hear the same song twice

[Verse]
             G                                    C
rumors are spreading all over my town, but it's just stones and sticks
      G                                C
cause on the microphone is where i go to get my fix
               G                          C
just let the lovin take a hold, cause it will if you let it
      G                      C
i'm funky not a junky but i know where to get it
    G                                                     C           D
no trouble no fuss  (tap guitar twice),   I know why (short pause)

[Chorus]
G      C       G                  C
it's sooo nice, I wanna hear the same song twice
G      C       G                  C
it's sooo nice, I wanna hear the same song twice


 [Bridge]
   G            A#            G            A#
oooweee girl, ooowee girl, ooowee girl, ooowee ee girl
          C                        D       C                      D
and there really ain't no time to waste, really ain't no time to hate,
              C        D     C       D
ain't got no time to waste, time to hate, 
G                                                C       D                 D7
really ain't no time to make the time go way,  ay ay ay 
 
[Verse]
           G                    C             G
so mister d.j. don't stop the music, i wanna know 
          C                  G            C
are you feelin the same way too?  
                      G            A#            G             A#
i wanna rock it with you girl, ooo ooo girl, ooo ooo girl, 
 
[solo]
C D C D C D C C D D7
	Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop
 
[Chorus]
      G        C       G                 C
cause  it's sooo nice,  i wanna hear the same song twice
G       C       G                 C
it's sooo nice,  i wanna hear the same song twice 
      G        C       G                 C
cause  it's sooo nice,  i wanna hear the same song twice
G       C       G                 C
it's sooo nice,  i wanna hear the same song twice 

[Outro]
C                        D               C                    D
now-a-days the songs on the radio all, all drive me 
          D7
crazy

G

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[Intro]
A B G A
A Bm G A
 
[Verse - Reggae]
 A                  Bm
When you grab a hold of me 
G                            A
Tell me that I'll never be set free   
A                 Bm
Well I'm a parasite    
G                             A
Creep and crawl I step into the night    
A            Bm
Two pints of booze    
G                         A
Tell me are you a bad fish too (are you a bad fish too)
 
[Chorus - Reggae]
D                      A
Ain't got no money to spend   
D                   A
I hope the night will never end   
D              A
Lord knows I'm weak  
            D                   E
Wont some body get me off of this reef   
 
[Verse - Straight]
A                    Bm
Baby your a big blue whale  
G                               A
Grab the reef when all duck diving fails   
A                          Bm
Id swim but I wish I never learned    
G                     A
Waters too polluted with germs    
A                                 Bm
I dive deep when its ten feet over head   
G                       A
Grab the reef underneath my bed  (underneath my bed)
  
[Bridge - Reggae]
D                A
Aint got no quarrels with God   
D                       A
Ain't got no time to grow old   
D              A
Lord knows I'm weak   
                D                E
Wont somebody get me off of this reef 
 
[Verse - Straight]
A Bm 
Well throw my things in a plastic bag
And live the best damn life I’ve had
G A
Many things that I’m not sure
But I’ll love you back if you love me more
A Bm 
Saw your face for just one night
I played it cool, you played me right
G A
Brown eyes, long hair in shades of black
Although I left I’m going
 
[Chorus - Reggae]
D                A
Back into your emerald baby
D                       A
I’m not religious but for you I’ll pray  
D              A
Lord knows I'm weak   
                D                E
Wont somebody get me off of this reef

A

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Baritone Ukulele Cover of April 29, 1992 (Miami) by Sublime

[Verse] (Reggae)
D               C
April 26th, 1992
There was a riot on the streets
Tell me where were you?
You were sittin' home watchin' your TV
While I was participating in some anarchy

First spot we hit it was my liquor store
I finally got all that alcohol I can't afford
With red lights flashin' time to retire
And then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire.

Next stop we hit it was the music shop
It only took one brick to make that window drop
Finally we got our own p.a.
Where do you think I got this guitar that you're hearing today? ey!

When we returned to the pad to unload everything
It dawned on me that I need new home furnishings
So once again we filled the van until it was full
Since that day my livin' room's been more comfortable
Cause everybody in the hood has had it up to here
It's getting harder and harder and harder each and every year
Some kids went in a store with their mother
I saw her when she came out she was gettin some pampers
They said it was for the black man,
They said it was for the mexican
And not for the white man
But if you look at the streets
It wasn't about Rodney King
It's bout this fucked up situation and these fucked up police
It's about coming up
And staying on top
And screamin' 187 on a mother fuckin' cop
It's not written on the paper it's on the wall
National guard!
Smoke from all around!

D               C
Let it burn
Wanna let it burn
Wanna let it burn
Wanna wanna let it burn

Riots on the streets of Miami
W'oh, Riots on the streets of Chicago
On the streets of Long Beach
And San Francisco (Boise Idaho)

Riots on the streets of Kansas City (Salt Lake, Hunnington Beach, CA)
Tuscalusa, Alabama ( Compton Michigan)
Cleveland, Ohio (Pensacola)
Fountain Valley (Texas, Barstow, let's do this every year),
Paramount, 

Victorville (Twice a Year),
 Eugene OR
Eureka, CA (Let it burn, let it burn)
Hesperia (Oh, ya let it burn, wont'cha wont'cha let it burn)
Santa Barbara, Nevada, Phoenix Arizona, San Diego, Lakewood Florida

Fuckin 29 Palms.

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Baritone Ukulele Cover of 5446 Thats My Number/ Ball and Chain by Sublime

[Intro]
 A   D   A   D C  x2
 
 
[Verse 1]
   A                                             D
  Do you believe I would take such a thing with me
    A                   D
And give it to a police man
              A       D             A       D
I wouldn't do that ,  I wouldn't do that 
A                             D   A
if I did that would you say " sir come down
                         D
And put the charge on me"
              A      D             A      D
I wouldn't do that , I wouldn't do that
A                           D
I'm not fool to hurt myself
A                                        D
But I was innocent to what they done to me
          A     D           A      D
They were wrong , they were wrong
 
[Chorus]
 A                      D
Give it to me one time
                        D D
Give it to me two times
                          D D D
Give it to me three times
                          D D D D
Give it to me four times 
 
   A    D      A                     D
On 5446 was my number? Was my number now?
          A                     D
Right now somebody has my number
              A    D         A        D
One more time 5446,  was  my number?
          A                     D
Right now somebody has my number
 

[Bridge]
 A             D
Say boops,say one go with him up
A             D
Say boops,say I want him,keep him on his back,  sing!
A             D
Say boops,say me want to take off her dress ,huh
A             D
Say boops,say I've kissed and caressed 
 
A                      D
Cause we're jillin and we're chillin into the clubs all night, buds
A                  D
 We're  jillin and we're chillin  into the clubs all night, buds
A                 D
Hearing the dogs feelin the beat into the do pound
 
[Verse 3]
 A                 D
Some jealous punk
      A                 D
Snuck up around the back
A                 D            A    D
Tried to take the lovin over me
A      D   A           D
Lord I got into a fist fight
A         D  A           D
And wound up in jail all night
 
[Chorus]
 A                       D
Give it to me one time
                        D D
Give it to me two times
                          D D D
Give it to me three times
                         D D D D
Give it to me four times 
 
[Outro]
EE G   x4


[Intro]
EE G  x4
 
[verse 1] (Reggae)
   E
   People listen up don't stand to near,
                          B
 Cuz' I got somthing that you all should hear
All lies,  All the lies she told me
                                E
Make a little part of history
E 
I was always taught that boy meets girl
                                                 B
Fall in love get married and forget the world
Nine month later ,the sweet babys on his way
A
Kiss Em on the cheek and life's ok
E               A     E               A
I don't feel no pain ,I don't have no time
E               A                  B    C
To listen to conflicting points of view
E                     G    B
It's a crazy world to live alone,
E                  G       B                         E  G  E  G
A ball and chain I call my own , budda bup ba bup ba whoooo
 
[verse 2]
E
People listen up don't stand to close
                        B
I got somthing that you all should know
Holy....matrimony not for me , rather die alone in 
E
misery – I was always taught that boy meets girl
                                             B
fall in love get married an forget the world
Nine months later the sweet babys on the way
A
Isn't that what they used to say
E                    A            E        A
With a girl that you knew and the bonds we grew
E             A        B     C
Turned into a ball and chain
E               G       B
I step into the great unknown
E                  G       B
A ball and chain I call my own,

[Bridge]
EE G  x4

(Slow)
E		  G       B
it's a crazy world to live alone
 
[instrumental] (Reggae)
E    B     E    B      A
budda bup ba bup ba ...............
 
E                    A            E        A
With a girl that you knew and the bonds we grew
E            A        B     C
Turned into ball and chain

(Straight)
E               G       B
Instep into the great unknown 
E                  G       B
A ball and chain I call my own 
 
[verse 3] (Straight)
E
Because marriage doesn't work in the world today
                                     B
It's an institution that is in decay
And if I have love that I wish to portray
A                           B
I will surley find another way
              E
Because I was always taught that boy meets girl
                                                  B
Fall in love get married and forget the world
Nine months later the sweet baby's on the way
A
Kiss Em on the cheek and life's ok
E               A       E               A
I don't feel no pain ,I don't have know time
     E                 A                       B      C*
To listen to conflicting points of view

(Reggae)
E                     G           B
I step into the great unknown 
E                                   G       B
With a ball and chain I call my own
                                    EE G x4
Badda bup ba bup ba whoooo

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Baritone Ukulele Cover of 40oz to Freedom by Sublime

[Intro]
G C D
G C D
 
[Verse 1]
                G
You've got your hair permed
                C
You've got your red dress on
                  G                        C
Screamin' that second gear was such a turn 
     C7
on
         G                                               C
And the fog forming on my window tells me 
	  C7
that the morning here
     G             C
And you'll be gone before too long
 
 
[Verse 2]
                    D		 G
Who taught you those new tricks? 
       C
Damn I shouldn't start that talk,
      G                                  C
but life is one big question when your starin' 
           C7
at the clock
         G                               C                      
And the answers always waiting at the 
	         C7         G
liquor store, 40 oz to Freedom,
                   C
so I'll take that walk.
 
[Chorus 1]
      D          G Bb        F         G
And I know that ohhhh...I'm not comin back
Bb   F         G
Ohhhh not going back
Bb         F          G
God knows not going back

Bb         F 
G C D
G C D         

[Verse 3]
         G                    C
and you look so fine when you lie it just don't show,
         G                 C		       C7
That I know which way the wind blows
   G                            C                     
A 40 oz to freedom is the only chance I 
C7                G
have to feel good,
                              C
even though I feel bad
 
 
[Chorus 2]
      D          G Bb        F         G
And I know that ohhhh...I'm not comin back
Bb   F         G
Ohhhh not going back
Bb         F          G
God knows not going back
Bb         F          G
God knows I'm not going back
  
[Tag] 
G C D x2

G

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