Long Beach Dub All Stars - Talkin' the truth lyrics

Hey! (Chorus 2) We're gonna tell you what them d** can do They'll f** your life in a minute or two If you keep it up, you'll be finishing through Opie, Ras, and Paulie always talkin' the truth Paulie: Me see 'em on the street Boy, what a shame You all cracked up Man, you lost all your game 3 weeks in a row You'll be wearing the same clothes Stink so bad The smell be wrinklin' up me nose Man, what at one Drugs on your mark Revert all your sold All the furniture you had Down at the pawn shop Scream in a scroungin' Ingest the tweak And your heart starts pounding Crap head, boy Them a smoke of a mountain Opie: Night is the time when you should be asleep No walking around and tweaking on the street You look down town, you know what I mean You see them strange people and them take speed We no pirate, we no bad man A one thing I know, the tweak will make you sad Stick with your actions and you'll end up in rehab (Chorus) Paulie: Yo, them of always heard Them a smoke tweak Them fast a deal Them a make a profit Me stick to me Guinness and me stick to me spliff Cause me no wanna end up like a zombie on the street Me see it everyday In it I my face A whole generation Lost out without a trace Caught on the plastic Boy, what a waste Oh, ma** a God, a petty in all them fiez (Chorus) Paulie: Them collect bottles Them collect charms Some will sell anything And get in on the pants Them a leave daddy No laugh in a funny Could've been a sittin' On your daddy or your mommy We speak of Philly hood Tell them the truth f** with the speed And the devil does a dead Ras-1: Lips on the pipe Up all night Starin' at an engine' With a flashlight Then I start to take apart my VCR 20 projects goin' cause I'm tweakin' so hard Pullin' out my hair, pickin' out my skin Lose a couple teeth, but I'm not trippin' Just when I thought I was head of the game Wake in a rehab with Rick James Didn't even see that I was slippin' 2 years in another backyard wrenchin' Next thing I know I'm on h**n I woulda been better off just smokin' Ras-1: Choona Opie: Hona, still stick to the weed man Ras-1: I ain't trippin', Opie. Got some weed, Paulie? Paulie: Brooklyn's best kid! (Chorus 2) And you know that, man Guinness and the ganja That kyamboron...