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Headed out for Austin, now were half way down the road.
Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by!
Steady staring out the window.
It fells good, it fells nice, it feels like you need it.
And back out on the road is where we like to be seated.
We got half-pint style, we got a b-boy style.
We got half-pint style, we got a b-boy style.
We got to put that shit together in a creative style.
We put that shit together in a creative style.
Outside on the pavement I won't feel afraid,
there's a little piece of paper saying how we walked that May.
Back out on the highway, and this hurts to say,
No one's got fingers, I got no one to blame.
I can't make you overstand, rising up in a hip-hop stance.
Society's got to me.
That's all you need!
Headed out to Houston, now where halfway out the door.
Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by!
Staring out the window.
It fells good, it feels nice, it feels like you need it.
I know how females like to be treated.
A license for me and the stars up above,
And on the interstate I fell love, love, love.
And If I never realize then that's how it has to be,
And all DJs out there got to give me money.
Back out on the freeway, I won't fell sane.
Little yellow headlights look like snails smashed in the rain.
Back out on the highway, and this hurts to say,
Blown out speakers, I got no one to blame.
I can't make you overstand, rising up in a hip-hop stance.
Society's got to me.
That's all you need! Yea.
I can ???, but I won't see,
Because no one can tell you, you've got to be afraid.
We got to go back on the highway, live behind the wheel.
I want it real!
Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by!
Steady staring out the window.
It fells good, it fells nice, it feels like you need it.
And back out on the road is where we like to be seated.
We got half-pint style, we got a b-boy style.
We got half-pint style, we got a b-boy style.
We got to put that shit together in a creative style.
We put that shit together in a creative style.
Outside on the pavement I won't feel afraid,
there's a little piece of paper saying how we walked that May.
Back out on the highway, and this hurts to say,
No one's got fingers, I got no one to blame.
I can't make you overstand, rising up in a hip-hop stance.
Society's got to me.
That's all you need!
Headed out to Houston, now where halfway out the door.
Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by!
Staring out the window.
It fells good, it feels nice, it feels like you need it.
I know how females like to be treated.
A license for me and the stars up above,
And on the interstate I fell love, love, love.
And If I never realize then that's how it has to be,
And all DJs out there got to give me money.
Back out on the freeway, I won't fell sane.
Little yellow headlights look like snails smashed in the rain.
Back out on the highway, and this hurts to say,
Blown out speakers, I got no one to blame.
I can't make you overstand, rising up in a hip-hop stance.
Society's got to me.
That's all you need! Yea.
I can ???, but I won't see,
Because no one can tell you, you've got to be afraid.
We got to go back on the highway, live behind the wheel.
I want it real!
Lyrics submitted by The Big Andowski
Track duration: 02:46
"All You Need" as written by Bradley James Nowell
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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how they were doing a lot of shows to build popularity which is why they are moving between cities
and the massive amounts of drugs they did.. the whole song just sounds like someone tweaking..
little yellow headlights look like snails smashed in the rain.. what he is seeing while he is driving around on drugs
And all the DJ daughters ought to give me money.. they were played on the radio before they got signed so he probably knew some dj
but i think its just about being on the road i mean sublime songs are normally read it got it. but with sublime its just about the sound that reggae punk hip/hop sound
Headin' out for Austin now we're half way down the road
Buddy bye, buddy bye, buddy buy, buddy buy
Steady starin' out the window
Feels good it feels nice it feels like you need it
Back out on the road's where we like to be seated
We got Half-Pint style we got the U Roy style
A Half-Pint style we got the U Roy style
We gonna put that shit together wanna create a style
Put that shit together wanna create a style
Passed out on the pavement, I won't feel afraid
And the little piece of paper sayin' how we wont get paid
Back out on the highway Phoenix looks the same
You dont got me cuz I got no one to blame
I can't make you overstand
I'm rising up in a hip-hop dance
Smile if you got the beat
Thats all you need
Headin' out to Houston now we're half way out the door
Buddy bye, buddy bye, buddy buy, buddy buy
Starin' out the window
It feels good, it feels nice, it feels like you need it
I know how females like to be treated
The lights upon me and the stars up above
Out on the interstate its all about love love love
If I never realize thats how it has to be
And all the DJ daughters ought to give me money
Back out on the freeway i won't feel the same
Little yellow headlights look like snails smashed in the rain
Back out on the highway Phoenix looks the same
Don't ask me cuz I've got no one to blame
I can make you overstand
I'm rising up in a hip-hop dance
Smile if you got the beat
That's all you need
My way is lonely
But I won't see
Because no one can tell you
You've got to be afraid
We've got to go out back on the highway
Livin' it all real
Oh for real
So high uh
Get it together
You know
You got it
Real
You want it real
You want it real
Real