S.T.P.
Sublime Lyrics


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All that I need, look at all the love we've found.
I won't run and pull the one jack move
They love her for the Kingston sound.

Flava-Flave and I-C-E
Once said something that made me
Want to burn my liquor store down to the ground.
But I just can't leave the pad, cuz I'll surely wind up dead,
Cuz I know there out there out there waiting and watching for me.
Still I got my yellow cat and my wooden baseball bat
And my shiny silver gat and if my homey my back then I got

All that I need, look at all the love we've found.
I won't run and pull the one jack move
They love her for the Kingston sound.

I won't slip, and I won't trip. Send Matt Vargas to regrip.
While I'm wrenchin' on my ride, in that secret pad where we hide,
There's always lotsa fun stuff to do,
Like relax and design a brand new tattoo.
Play with my cross-word puzzle book, I'm even learning how to cook.

Have you seen that little whore Betty?
Someone said she stole my Freddie
And if she made off with my last clean ring,
I'm gonna kill that fuckin' ditch pig.
So what?
Outta my, outta my, outta my, outta my secret pad,
Cuz I know your talkin' about me baby, makin' it hard to live.
Cause I, don't want no money dick, don't want no money down.
My secret tweaker pad is now the hottest pale spot in town I guess.
Take it nice and easy.
Don't want no sheriff breakin' down the door to raid me.

All that I need, look at all the love we've found.
I won't run and pull the one jack move,
They love her for the Kingston sound.

Baby you wanna give me kisses sweet,
Only for one night with no repeat.




Baby you wanna leave and never go,
But the taste of honey is worse than none at all.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Sublime's song S.T.P can be interpreted in various ways. On one end, it seems to be a song about someone facing the pressures of living in a dangerous neighborhood and avoiding trouble. The singer seems to be a gang member, although he doesn't glorify his lifestyle but instead seems to be struggling with staying alive. He mentions having a yellow cat and a wooden baseball bat, which serve as weapons to protect him. At the same time, he also shows signs of wanting to leave this lifestyle behind and do something different, like learning to cook or designing a tattoo. Additionally, he mentions a girl named Betty who stole something from him, which makes him angry enough to want to kill her.


On the other hand, the lyrics can also be interpreted as a love song. The singer acknowledges that he has found love with someone who appreciates the "Kingston sound," which refers to Jamaican reggae music. He seems to be willing to do anything for this person and mentions being content with the love they have found together. However, he also mentions the possibility of someone coming to disrupt their relationship, which can be seen in the lines "Outta my secret pad, cuz I know you're talking about me baby, making it hard to live."


Line by Line Meaning

All that I need, look at all the love we've found.
I am content with all the love that surrounds me.


I won't run and pull the one jack move
I won't turn to thievery or deceit.


They love her for the Kingston sound.
The people admire the music coming out of Kingston.


Flava-Flave and I-C-E
Flava-Flave and I-C-E are two musicians.


Once said something that made me
They once said something that affected me.


Want to burn my liquor store down to the ground.
Their words made me feel destructive.


But I just can't leave the pad, cuz I'll surely wind up dead,
I can't leave my home base or I'll be in danger.


Cuz I know there out there out there waiting and watching for me.
I know people are watching and waiting for me to make a move.


Still I got my yellow cat and my wooden baseball bat
Despite the danger, I have weapons for protection.


And my shiny silver gat and if my homey my back then I got
And if my friend has my back, I have a gun for protection as well.


I won't slip, and I won't trip. Send Matt Vargas to regrip.
I won't make mistakes, and I'll send someone to fix my car.


While I'm wrenchin' on my ride, in that secret pad where we hide,
While I'm working on my car in my secret hideout.


There's always lotsa fun stuff to do,
There's always entertainment to be found there.


Like relax and design a brand new tattoo.
Such as designing a new tattoo.


Play with my cross-word puzzle book, I'm even learning how to cook.
Or playing crossword puzzles and learning how to cook.


Have you seen that little whore Betty?
Have you seen the woman named Betty?


Someone said she stole my Freddie
I heard that she stole my belongings.


And if she made off with my last clean ring,
If she took my last clean ring,


I'm gonna kill that fuckin' ditch pig.
I'll be angry and want to harm her.


So what?
What does that matter?


Outta my, outta my, outta my, outta my secret pad,
Get out of my secret hideout.


Cuz I know your talkin' about me baby, makin' it hard to live.
You're talking about me and it's making life difficult.


Cause I, don't want no money dick, don't want no money down.
I don't want to owe anyone money.


My secret tweaker pad is now the hottest pale spot in town I guess.
My hidden spot is now the most popular in town, apparently.


Take it nice and easy.
Let's not make things harder than they are.


Don't want no sheriff breakin' down the door to raid me.
I don't want the police to raid my hideout.


Baby you wanna give me kisses sweet,
Do you want to kiss me sweetly?


Only for one night with no repeat.
But only for one night and nothing more.


Baby you wanna leave and never go,
Do you want to leave and never return?


But the taste of honey is worse than none at all.
It's better to have a little bit of something good than nothing at all.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BRADLEY JAMES NOWELL

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@bizophecles

i dont think anyone, ANYONE has been able to mix different genres of music as seemlessly as Sublime...the mix of funk, punk, reggae, hip hop ...they truly have a unique sound that can never be duplicated

@fo0l913

Period.

@idiot1321

Uh, Fishbone.

@joel46n24

I agree

@NFDTornadoalarmNFDYTHELLO

Op ivy??

@laukokpin

If Bradley could be around longer. Maybe he would have mesh together opera and rap metal too . What a beautiful mind.

Reminds me of how opera was mesh into rock like Queen.

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@shontaoster1826

The whole band was amazing but there will never be another Bradley.

@sublimerox

Fucking NEVER! PEOPLE DON'T SEE THAT SHIT!!!

@usyelesscelld8325

Maybe Jacob

@CarrotMile

@@usyelesscelld8325jacob explicitly said he wanted to be his own thing

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