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"I Don’t Care Too Much for Reggae Dub" is a track by Sublime, from the album Robbin’ the Hood, released 8th February 1994. Full lyrics are available below.
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See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer [Laughter] Pretty much Got matches? And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either Are you guys musicians? We're magicians What kind of music y'all play? The kind that..I dunno Ask and so you shall receive Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae Why not? Oh well... I don't like it, that's why We play rock, blues. Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know Bon Jovi? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo Oh I like a little of this kind of music Yeah? Yeah I like jazz, blues Oh, jazz is great I'm not too into rap I really don't like that rap Rap? Rap I like oldies Some rock, some hard rock I even like a little Mexican music Don't understand the shit they're sayin' Don't understand nothin', but I like it Now, the Indian music, now that's somethin' to trip off of! Acid Because every song is like... You'd better be trippin' pretty hard Uh-huh I'll bet you trip hard Acid Oh, he's got it goin' on Don't you go near ya hand... Yeah Everyday Yeah, yeah, yeah Everyday I say, oh please don't lie We gotta leave, I swear You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin' problem? Ah-hah I never said I thought you were stupid either He ain't got nothin' on there Can one of y'all spare 20 cents I don't even have 20 cents I don't even have...uh.. If I had 20 cents a dollar like you... I'd spend the last one... This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you My wallet's inside Yeah, right, c'mon. Yeah, c'mon, you got money Yeah, you got cash Yeah, we know you got money, man Actually, I think I have a buck Give her the fuckin' quarter! We checked you out, we know you... Whoo! Reggae! Reggae? Oh, reggae! I'm not too into reggae C'mon down One more time C'mon down, c'mon down Yeah Go down and see your baby now No We love you, yeah When I heard the verdict the first time, I was just sitting there Yeah Fuck Can't go in there Fuck I know he wasn't... I immediately gave him all my money Fuck I know he wasn't I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason You can stay here Hey man On that one You got a good Samaritan here The motherfuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public What's goin' on? I'm gonna break down the... He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem Laaa...got a night down... Yah Who's this guy? That's Opie Opie Opie is our master Who's this guy? That's Opie Yah Who's this guy? That's Opie That's Opie That's Opie Opie That's Opie Opie And Opie is our master I am the master He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know He created this Knock me out Master of the motherfucker Wait, I have one Try that He usually doesn't speak Like, every 2 weeks He speaks in tongues Oh, in tongues He only speaks about once every 2 weeks (incoherent rambling) Hey, y'all meet Raleigh? This guy like, speaking in tongues... Whoo!
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