311 - Fat Chance

Na na na na na

(Aaaaw yeah!)

I've seen the devil and the devil is coke
I'm not down with that 'cause I ain't a fuckin' joke
'Trip the shrooms fantastic, shit gets drastic
I didn't believe a word

Can you hear this can you hear in the
Makin' music smoothin your system
C'mon now, c'mon now, hear the beat so sweet I shouldn't tell ya how

Freak y'all, I'm a freak y'all, I'm a freak y'all
Much love to my man Stan Thomas
(Aw yeah!)
You say like, what up, to our man, Eddy Offord!

(Then it goes like, then it goes like c'mon!)

Eddy Offord, Eddy Offord
Eddy Offord, Eddy Offord
Eddy Offord, Eddy Offord
Eddy Offord, Eddy Offord

You know I'm ready, yes to rock steady
My name's not Betty or Teddy but Nick
And I'm what you might call a heretic
You know I am from Nebraska
My girl is satisfied you can ask her
You know I've never visited Alaska
Huh, where the oil was spilled
The drunken captain should be killed
For pollutin' the sea, an atrocity
Well, this one goes to all the birds that drowned

Fuck the bullshit, it's time to throw it down

Fuck the bullshit, it's time to throw down
Fuck the bullshit, it's time to throw down
Fuck the bullshit, it's time to throw down

Just fuck the bullshit, and get with it
It's time to throw down and so I said it words of
Wisdom, that will keep you guessing cause
I'm tired of laying and I'm tired of messing around
With all those suckers
Yes, those stupid mother fuckers
Who put down what we do
We stand alone with the group that's new
If I was a dwarf, I'd surely be Dopey
I'm a stone wheat thin you can not culture
Kick in the teeth a condescending frown
Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down

Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down
Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down
Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down

Yeah, right about now I'd like to turn the mic over to my man
SA Martinez

I am sly in the mix I am the mix master
Death and destructor, lyric conductor
Rollin with the rhythm of the rhyme I'm rollin
Tim, he leads guitar,he's got the jets
Now the b-boys rockin breakin' moves on the floor
311's stepping out and you're yellin' for more
I'm hoping, I'm poetry in motion
When I fire I spray
P-Nut, the bass drum is booming
And in your mouth the rhythm is booming
P to the N to the U to the T

Just fuck the has-been's and their stupid-ass rapping
Brothers saying bullshit you can't come through with
Do it in the basement no complacence
It's time to kick the fuck in
Begin to win no sin and then
Share it, declare it in the public domain
(Refrain)

I'd be perfectly glad if rap was a fad but it's not
So I'd thought I'd come out with a shot
Super dumb lyrics make you think I'm a clown
I don't give a fuck it's time to throw down

Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down
Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down
Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down
Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down

(That's right, knockin' them down
Nineties, all of that)