Salsa

[Verse 1: Nick Hexum]

We were born in the seventies, the rippin' and rhymin' and brethren sees

We're filling taste great, in the old school I was eight

For the new school I was late, but in high school I was debate

I rate in the great state of California, I'm warnin' ya

Je vais a la plage parce que le guignol est chouette!

I kick nonsense in French, tasty like Crepe Suzette

I bet you're feelin' famished for a 311 sandwich

Not the wack DJ's that I'mma damage

[Hook 1: Nick Hexum]

I like a beat that's unique and yes, I like my head zoomin'

And in my Continental, you know that shit's boomin'

With the diamond in the back, suicide doors

You can look from here to eternity and never receive your morsel

[Verse 2: Doug "SA" Martinez]

Another tale of ordinary madness

The girl who gave you her sex, I heard was homeless, say

All I really wanna is to feel nirvana

Won't you take me tonight and we just might find

[Hook 2: Doug "SA" Martinez]

A bottle of wine and feel our nasty nature

Your tongue lickin' up my tongue, your radio