Love Like War - The Cadillac Three

Naah nuh reason fi kill up wiself Hey Bobby Lane Yow Govi-Govi Wi patrol di night an' day Just a look fi di strays, have eyes everywhere Nuh life wi nuh spare Di Gwallaz dem calm Bwoy violate an' di whole family gone Weh dem a discuss wi nuh pree very hard An' wi full a grain like wi plant pon eh farm If yuh wan' couple corn, jus' link Harry dawg Wen wi hear bwoy drop wi haffi smile an' laugh Buss a Champagne mek a toast tuh di boss Doh di badness thing anuh weh wi endorse Yuh check eh real life yuh wi dead very fast Number one rule is to never get caught Not inna dem mind or inna dem thoughts Roll back pon eh scene and a ask "Wah gwaan?" Jus' a regular civilian, just a bystander Wen wi guh pon crime wi neva drive standard Matic inna hand, and Matic inna my car Double A, double A, double auto A true wi nuh like war, wi like kill, Wi like to see when enemy blood spill Put body inna grung like when house buil' Wi head sick like wi live pon pill Bigga wi nuh like war, wi love kill Feel seh wi couldn't find out weh dem live Memba who run eh 4 dawg, who run eh grid And wi nuh like war (wi love, wi love) Mi nuh guh fi gun unless it aguh squeeze Mi nuh stop press eh trigger til' mi si di slide breeze None a di Gwallaz nuh rest in peace Cause wi sleep inna hell nuh mek wi tek it to di street Wi nuh fear badmind, si dem as bees Cah dem only mek wi rich and mek wi hand dem grease And wi nuh trust new friends si dem as fleas And yuh si seh dem a rat wen yuh guh throw up some cheese But, as dem talk wi mek eh rifle talk As dem walk wi mek e rifle walk One shot alone mek a head chop off Bobby lane mek eh... (yow) Pull eh gate and drive inna yuh owna yard A suh wi dweet if a suh wi dweet if a war yuh want Cah nut'n weh yuh speak naah guh calm di storm Mi did warn yuh dawg Di Gwallaz dem calm Bwoy violate an' di whole family gone Weh dem a discuss wi nuh pree very hard An' wi full a grain like wi plant pon eh farm If yuh wan' couple corn, jus' link Harry dawg Wen wi hear pussy drop wi haffi smile an' laugh Buss a Champagne mek a toast tuh di boss Doh di badness thing anuh weh wi endorse Yuh check eh real life yuh wi dead real fast Number one rule is to never get caught Not inna dem mind or inna dem thought Roll back pon eh scene an' a ask "Wah gwaan?" Jus' a regular civilian, just a bystander Wen wi guh pon crime wi neva drive standard Matic inna hand, and matic inna my car Double A, double A, double auto Cah-cah wi nuh like war, wi like kill, Wi like to see when enemy blood spill Put body inna grung like when house buil' Wi head sick like wi live pon pill Bigga wi nuh like war, wi love kill Feel seh wi couldn't find out weh dem live Memba who run eh 4 dawg, who run eh grid And wi nuh like war (wi love, wi love) Lenky Nah nuh reason fi kill up wiself Yow Job Lane... (wuss a Gwallaz, yow) (Know seh di killa dem a dweet fi di money dem nah dweet fi di fame) (Yow Bobby Lane and di wulla ova Spain)

And so now, now that you realized That planets are spheres with oil on the inside And your God is only a catapult Waiting for the right time to let you go Into the unknown, just to watch you hold your breath Yeah and surrender your fortress And your thoughts will tumble like rocks do Over the valleys of factory oceans The Turkish carpets are flappin' as the wind Drops you down to the surface Yeah, when you're looking for your sweethearts And you're, you're the kind to hide your eyes from the sun And in your world, the strong survive But I won't take my body down Let me tell you, your arms are like boulders And your shoulders are cliffs But your head keeps rolling off And your spine, it is weak From the weight on your shoulders And from difference of opinion There's a song you hear on the radio It's a funeral march so you change the channel But it's all you hear As you're driving up the 101 from Mexico to California Yeah, there's no snow, yeah when you're looking for your sweethearts There's no snow when you're looking for your answers Yeah, you're, you're the kind to hide your eyes from the sun And in your world the strong survive But I won't take my body down Yeah, by the time they get your letter of explanation You'll be dead and gone, barking up a new tree And eyeing up some new friends And scaring off the families, while tidying up your loose ends Chasing squirrels around your property Making sure that they know that this is your kingdom And nothing will stop it, yeah, nothing will stop it If nothing can stop it, yeah, nothing will stop it And you're, you're the kind to hide your eyes from the sun And in your world the strong survive But would you lay your body down Yes, and now, now's the time to wrap your ears around the sounds Of your train coming 'round But you will have to lay everything down

Well, she's a loner She'll never let you on the inside Yeah, he's a stoner Lost behind red eyes You're a drunk if you're leanin' on the back wall You a player if you take her after last call I wonder what you see when you look at me, yeah 'Cause nobody wants to be labeled You can't judge a record by its cover 'Til you hear it spinnin' on the turntable There's always more behind the title One man's enemy's another man's brother One man's ex is another man's lover We try to peel 'em off like a brand on a bottle 'Cause nobody wants to be labeled (Yeah) Nobody wants to be labeled (Uh) Prom queen's got a nine-month secret He's got a boyfriend, but he prays to Jesus It's gettin' harder to hide, so they hit the light So nobody can see 'em Nobody wants to be labeled You can't judge a record by its cover 'Til you hear it spinnin' on the turntable There's always more behind the title One man's enemy's another man's brother One man's ex is another man's lover We try to peel 'em off like a brand on a bottle 'Cause nobody wants to be labeled (Yeah) Nobody wants to be labeled Well, you come into the world with a new tattoo Little red, little white, little black, little blue (Yeah) Oh, you come into the world with your own tattoo But nobody wants to be labeled (Yeah) 'Cause nobody wants to be labeled You can't judge a record by its cover 'Til you hear it spinnin' on the turntable There's always more behind the title One man's enemy's another man's brother One man's ex is another man's lover We try to peel 'em off like a brand on a bottle 'Cause nobody wants to be labeled (Yeah) Nobody wants to be labeled (Alright)

I got my Johnny Cash bling, boots and matching hat Well, tonight I'm turnin' it on Have my paycheck spend on booze and cigarettes Yeah, tonight I'm turnin' it on From these dress boots to that dirt road mountain That little red buzz and that neon sign, A little country band gonna rock it all night Woah... So turn it on, turn it up, Flip the switch, pull the string, baby, rip off the knob A little hillbilly redneck stompin' my feet Somethin' bad, been sick of workin' all week Give me something me and my baby can dance to Sing a little out of tune, too A Friday night, honky tonk party my ass off song Sing a long, and turn it on Aw, turn it on Tight white dress, hair in a mess Tonight she's turnin' it on That mean ol' boss done laid her off Well, tonight she's turnin' it on She's gonna shake that thing all around the room A countrified version of the Moulin Rouge Make all the boys in the band stop Oh-oh-oh So turn it on, turn it up, Flip the switch, pull the string, baby, rip off the knob A little hillbilly redneck stompin' my feet Somethin' bad, been sick of workin' all week Give me something me and my baby can dance to Sing a little out of tune, too A Friday night, honky tonk party my ass off song Sing a long, and turn it on Yeah, turn it on Whoa... Turn it on, turn it up, Flip the switch, pull the string, baby, rip off the knob A little hillbilly redneck stompin' my feet Somethin' bad, been sick of workin' all week Give me something me and my baby can dance to Sing a little out of tune, too A Friday night, honky tonk party my ass off song Sing a long, and turn it on Yeah, turn it on

Some boys begin to drink beer and whiskey A few begin to smoke marijuana Jack Daniel's early time, Black Label moonshine Shoot it down, turn your big toe up in your boot Mexico or homegrown, roll a joint, glass bong Pass it to the left like a '72 I'm talkin' whiskey (Whiskey) And smoke (Drink it up and burn it down) (Drink it up and burn it down) Whiskey (Whiskey) And smoke (Drink it up and burn it down) (Drink it up and burn it down) Shoot it straight, mix with Coke, top-shelf unless you're broke Head out to the woods and make some shine in the dirt Swag kush and Purple Haze, Blue Dream, melt your face Head on down to Texas for some Willie's Reserve I'm talkin' whiskey (Whiskey) And smoke (Drink it up and burn it down) (Drink it up and burn it down) Whiskey (Whiskey) And smoke (Drink it up and burn it down) (Drink it up and burn it down) Whiskey (Whiskey) And smoke (Drink it up and burn it down) (Drink it up and burn it down) Whiskey (Whiskey) And smoke (Drink it up and burn it down) (Drink it up and burn it down) For my weed smokers And my whiskey drinkers

Loss of life down in Mexico Put three stripes on a Cadillac Loss of life down in Mexico Put three stripes on a Cadillac Speed and power that's the game Young senorita won't come back again Loss of life down in Mexico Put three stripes on a Cadillac See the crosses on the road side Ghost of that young girl won't come back again See the crosses on the road side Ghost of that young girl won't come back again Loss of life down in Mexico Put three stripes on a Cadillac Loss of life down in Mexico Put three stripes on a Cadillac Too dark, went off the cliff Young senorita won't come back again Too dark, went off the cliff Young senorita won't come back again Oh yeah Speed and power that's the game Ghost of that young girl won't come back again Speed and power that's the game Loss of life down in Mexico Put three stripes on a Cadillac Loss of life down in Mexico Put three stripes on a Cadillac Loss of life down in Mexico Put three stripes on a Cadillac Oh yeah Loss of life down in Mexico Put three stripes on a Cadillac Loss of life down in Mexico Put three stripes on a Cadillac Two drivers went off the cliff Young senorita won't come back again Two drivers went off the cliff Young senorita won't come back again Oh yeah, uh huh Yeah

Pickin' up girls in a hand-me-down Ford Brown bagged bottle rolling round that floor That we fake ID'd from the corner store Had to head on back and get a little more 'Cause we're pickin' up girls in a hand-me-down Ford Nowhere bound, just to swig a little pour Yeah, catch a little buzz and a kiss up against that door Keep the party going til we get a little torn, hey, yeah Well, it's a two-tone rust bucket But cranks up every damn time On a dime Naw, it ain't much to look at But it gets me on down the line We'll have a real good time Pickin' up girls in a hand-me-down Ford It's what you do when you're small town bored Just like my daddy and his daddy before Damn, she likes to hear that thing roar, hey, yeah Well, it's a two-tone rust bucket But cranks up every damn time On a dime Naw, it ain't much to look at But it gets me on down the line We'll have a real good time Pickin' up girls in a hand-me-down Ford Just married in that four by four Made a little love then we made a little more Nine months later, County Hospital cut that chord New bumper sticker says, "Baby on board" Still pickin' up girls in a hand-me-down Ford, yeah

Yo, get out of the bathtub Let's go Hell, I was broke as a joke, no bank account commas Hand-me-down boots, knock off Tony Lamas It was paper plate dinner, box wine, chicken ramen Smokin' that cheap Bob Marley, we be jammin' But she had a thing for my twang and my guitar pickin' She said our way of life is a good kind of livin' Money ain't shit if you ain't got love All that filthy rich don't add up to much If you ain't spending all your dollars on that hot little dime Well, you're out there wasting more than your time 'Cause money ain't shit if you ain't got a love Yeah, he got that Lamborghini but he ain't got no bikini In the shotgun seat (oh, oh) Yeah, he got that private jet, but he ain't mile-high clubbin' yet Well, buddy that ain't me, I'm in 24D Makin' out with my honey 'Cause money ain't shit if you ain't got love All that filthy rich don't add up to much If you ain't spending all your dollars on that hot little dime Well, you're out there wasting more than your time 'Cause, money ain't shit if you ain't got a love, yeah (ooh-ooh-ooh) If you ain't got a love, oh (ooh-ooh-ooh) If you ain't got a love, yeah (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) hey Money ain't shit Money ain't shit Money ain't shit Money ain't shit Well, money ain't shit if you ain't got love All that filthy rich don't add up to much If you ain't spending all your dollars on that hot little dime Well, you're out there wasting more than your time 'Cause, money ain't shit if you ain't got a love Money ain't sh I do like money though