S.T.P. - Sublime

All that I need

Look at all the love we found

I won’t run and pull no one jack move

They love us for the Kingston sound

Flava Flav and I.C.E

Once said somethin' that made me

Want to burn my liquor store down to the ground

But I just can’t leave the pad

'Cause I’ll surely wind up dead

'Cause I know they’re 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 homie got my back

Then I’ve got

All that I need

Look at all the love we’ve found

I won’t run and pull a one jack move

They love us 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 lots of fun stuff to do

Like relax and design a brand new tattoo

Playin' with my crossword puzzle book

I’m even learnin' how to cook

Have you seen that little whore, Betty?

Someone said that she stole my freddie

And if she made off with my last clean rig

I’m going to kill that fuckin' ditch pig

So what?

Outta my, outta my, outta my, outta my secret pad

'Cause I know you’re talkin' about me

Makin' it hard to live

'Cause I don’t want no money fee, don’t want no money down

My secret tweaker pad is now the hottest dope spot in town

I just take it nice and easy

Don’t want no sheriff breakin' down the door to raid me

'Cause 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 a night, with no repeat

Baby, you wanna leave and never call

Oh, but the taste of honey is worse than none at all