T & P Combo

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Doug "SA" Martinez] People sing about the comin' of spring But what is comin' down around, it's snow or it's rain It's insane, and I'm still in the same gang The way the weather acts, it's a shame Okay, badder behavior in our shit is flavor Grandiose endeavors, yes, the quest is greater Make no mistake, I know the time and I wake I slip only when P-Nut gets me baked from that shake [Bridge 1: Nick Hexum] Yeah, you can't fuck with this You're Walter Mitty, don't take it as a diss But the fantasy world has gotta end this minute I had a fuckin' dream, and yo, and now I'm in it I've been at many junction but I know about the function If someone brings you down, keep punchin' We bunched in a little house where conditions got squalid But where we at now: solid [Pre-Chorus 2: Doug "SA" Martinez] I concur, time, it slurs and it blurs The vision like a drug, and yo, it's the word How absurd, deliver us from nerds And funky 40 oz glass littered curbs Soon the church pitted bell will clang Boys on the corner mack with slang Play a dice game; when I walk by it Some bag lady goes sha-na-na-na [Chorus: Doug "SA" Martinez] Your street time is limited 'cause this band rocks it Take your whole crew, put 'em all in our pocket If your feelin' sick, rub it on with Vicks And take two to six of our sweet super mix Your street time is limited 'cause this band rocks it Take your whole crew, put 'em all in our pocket If your feelin' sick, we got the elixir Rub it on down with the sweet super mixer [Post-Chorus: Doug "SA" Martinez] Late night radio players, late night airwave invaders Yeah, we got the force, late night radio [Verse 2: Doug "SA" Martinez] Zooma zooma zoom, yeah we got the boom Blowin' up the spot, a-so, so give us room We prowl, sometimes we howl, hysterical When we take the stage see a miracle I realize today nothing is more vestigial Than the young space walkin' individual For years and years bubbling up with soul power To detonate this planet or reach another [Bridge 2: Nick Hexum] Yeah, we take it up a notch Diggin' the shit so deep like Ralston digs Scotch Botch this and I'll regret it, no that's not what I'm sayin' Remember this instead: I'm stayin' We played in a little house where conditions got squalid But where we at now: solid We hauled a van with a RV, that was a bad call It all went up in flames, but I haven't seen it all [Pre-Chorus 2: Doug "SA" Martinez] Homie steps to me and say, "Hey where ya goin'?" Aw, just headin' back to where I done my growin' If you must know, go somewhere over the rainbow The adventures of a cosmic hero From planet to planet, my tag's a crater If you're not in the future, you're not here either Labeled psychedelic, we can play disco When the goin' gets weird, you know the weird turn pro [Chorus: Doug "SA" Martinez] Your street time is limited 'cause this band rocks it Take your whole crew, put 'em all in our pocket If your feelin' sick, rub it on with Vicks And take two to six of our sweet super mix Your street time is limited 'cause this band rocks it Take your whole crew, put 'em all in our pocket If your feelin' sick, we got the elixir Rub it on down with the sweet super mixer [Post-Chorus: Doug "SA" Martinez] Late night radio players, late night airwave invaders Yeah, we got the force, late night radio