Salsa
311 Lyrics

We were born in the seventies
We were born in the decade of the 1970s

The rippin' and rhyming and brethren, see
Our style involves rapping and rhyming, you see

We're filling, taste great
Our music is fulfilling and great to listen to

In the old school, I was eight
I was young when the old school style of music was popular

For the new school, I was late
I was not involved in the new school style of music early on

But in high school, I was debate
I was involved in debate during high school

I rate in the great state of California
I am a skilled musician in the state of California

I'm warning ya
I'm letting you know

Je vais a la plage parce que le guignol est chouette!
I am going to the beach because the puppet is cool!

I kick nonsense in French, tasty like Crepe Suzette
I speak nonsense in French that sounds as good as a delicious Crepe Suzette

I bet you're feeling famished for a 311 sandwich
I bet you are eager to listen to a 311 song

Not the whack DJ's that I'm a damage
Not the bad DJs that I will harm with my music

I like a beat that's unique and, yes, I like my head zooming
I like a distinctive beat in my music, and it should make me feel good

And in my Continental, you know that shit's booming
And in my car, you know the music is loud and powerful

With the diamond in the back, suicide doors
My car has a fancy diamond design on the back and peculiar suicide doors that open upward

You can look from here to eternity
You can look at my car for a very long time

And never receive your morsel
But you can never have or experience it yourself

Another tale of ordinary madness:
Yet another story of regular craziness:

The girl who gave you her sex I heard was homeless, say
I heard that the girl who had sex with you was homeless

All I really want to is to feel nirvana
All I really want is to feel a sense of enlightenment and bliss

Won't you take me tonight and we just might find
Won't you take me tonight and maybe we will discover

A bottle of wine and feel our nasty nature
We will drink wine and embrace our wild side

Your tongue lickin' up my tongue
We will passionately kiss

Your radio pickin' up a smoky, jazz love song
We will listen to a romantic jazz song on the radio

Madness becomes you even though you're
Your insanity is appealing even though

Livin' life, it's hard to exist when you're tempted
Living life is difficult when you are tempted by vices

By flesh, you want to bust through
You are tempted by physical desires

Beautiful legs in the bar, there is poetry
The beautiful legs in a bar are poetic

She bends and suspends and her ass
She gracefully moves and positions her body

Is a marvelous thing
It is an amazing sight

A dance dancin' at a club the Hereafter
A person dancing at a nightclub called the Hereafter

Who can't really dance but that doesn't really matter
Someone who is not a good dancer, but it does not matter

And she won't hear applause
And she will not hear people clapping for her

'Cause your drunk and lost
Because you are drunk and disoriented

All light is gone
All hope or possibility is gone

Your arms spread like a cross
Your arms spread out like a cross

And you're dreaming that the world
And you are dreaming that the world

Will soon fall apart
Will soon disintegrate

Topless girl in your gaze which is hazy
A girl without a top in your blurry field of vision

Takes your dollar in the gutter without cigarettes
She takes your money in the street without giving you any cigarettes

Or wine you're hung over
You are hungover and have neither wine nor cigarettes

I was warned of your normal
I was told about your typical behavior

Behavior and felt my life was too short to
And that behavior made me feel my life was too short to

Consider your whack self
Think about you and your mediocre self

It's like this when you dip down
It is like this when you are going through hard times

And you are boxin'
And you are fighting

Reeling against the ropes and you
Fighting as you get hit against the ropes and you

Face some young Mexican
Are fighting against a young Mexican fighter

You're scrappin' your neck gets
You are in a tough fight and your neck starts to hurt

Snapped back, your nose have bled
Your head snaps back and your nose is bleeding

You're thinkin' about a comeback
You are thinking about how to make a comeback

But you're takin' it to the head
But you keep getting hit in the head

You little bastard, better watch your back
You pesky person, you should be careful not to get hurt

'Cause we're after your punk ass
Because we are after you and your misbehaving self

By God, we're gonna jack it
We are determined to stop your bad behavior

Your journey is small time, and your show is over
You are doing small things and your performance is now finished

You're 'bout as lucky as a three leaf clover
You are only slightly lucky

And you're older, ho bag sceezer in her droopy, saggy skin
You are aging, and your unbecoming self is in sagging skin

Who thought she was a model, but, in truth, a never-has-been
You used to think you could be a model, but you never achieved it

You both are fools, you and your cheap rooms, too
You two are foolish, with your inexpensive living spaces as well

The cigar biting your lips the way love used to
The cigar in your mouth reminds you of how passion once felt