Tribute - 311

This one is dedicated to the excitable ones

not the possums playing dead messing with my head

X amount of action, X amount of game

for years again I tell you the same, ooh ooh ooo

Gone already

to the bored of it all type lingo that I’m seein'

every single night I’m out

bustin’head for it but yours gets busted right back, lip split and

I messed up but I got back tryin, don’t bother lyin bout

constant disappointment

but the fun is in the hunt

so quit actin on a front, yeah

you’re unmotivated, you’re sorta faded

but the remedy is not so get on with what you got

Remember Lady of Guadeloupe

the times mother made mole and

after mass we would get home

the girls running to the phone

and in my bedroom, the 45 on my record player was

we’re in this love together

at the time I never realized how songs

haunted the ones that I heard, I played because I wanted

drawing on my wall from time to time coolin'

making creatures come alive with no schoolin'

When I’m on the microphone

the method that I make is much patience

the method that I make is much patience

I wait for the beat and then I make sense

in comin’in hot forgot, you definently got no clue

in comin’in hot you got, you definently got so rude

boy actin coy but you got nuts like almond joy

I tell ya, this is a tribute

No one looks as foolish as the excitable ones

but then again there’s no one who has as much fun

X amount of action, X amount of game

for years again I tell you the same, ooh ooh ooo

Once I met a man who made nearly no mistakes

he would never bet on a longshot

and he’d never bet on a break and

he’s condescending and talks gossip galore

but the dude was definently such a bore, hear me now

I messed up but I got back tryin, dont bother lyin bout

constant disappointment

but the fun is in the hunt

so quit actin on a front, yeah

you’re unmotivated, you’re sorta faded

but the real man is not the one hiding behind the gunshot, boom!

Time travelin through my memories

there’s a younger Doug gazin’at the galaxy

space trippin’vato of the stars

searchin’for UFO’s from Neptune and Mars

ode to an alien, I know you’re out there

cosmic lonely heart, tell me if you care

I’m listening for your sound, here on the ground

I’m listening for your sound, here on the ground

When I’m on the microphone

the method that I make is much patience

the method that I make is much patience

I wait for the beat and then I make sense

in comin’in hot forgot, you definently got no clue

in comin’in hot you got, you definently got so rude

boy actin coy but you got nuts like almond joy

I tell ya, this is a tribute

I’m vexing many mofos but i’m wishing you the best

I keep bout half my lyrics and I throw out the rest

cause fly on by, you can if you want to the method that makes sense is patience