STP
Also Known As Secret Tweaker Pad
Originally Recorded On Robbin' The Hood / Skunk Records / 1994
Can Also Be Found On
Notes The final verse, which Brad sometimes omits, is from the Smokey Robinson song I Second That Emotion (made famous by the Supremes).  Thanks to Chop for nailing that one.  The original verse is

       Maybe you want to give me kisses sweet
       But only for one night with no repeat
       Maybe you'd go away and never call
       And a taste of honey is worse than none at all (oh little girl)

Flava Flav is the infamous rapper from Public Enemy, while I-C-E is a reference to Just-ICE, one of Brad's favorite hardcore rappers.

Matt Vargas and his brother Kelly are supposedly the two guys who discovered the insane genius of Raleigh Theodore Sakers.  One story goes that Matt was helping out at a home for the poor, and his brother Kelly came to visit him, meeting Raleigh.  He came back with a tape recorder and transcribed over 45 minutes of Raleigh's rants and raves, bits and pieces of which have gone into Robbin' the Hood and the bootleg bumS lie: The Psychosemantic Police.

 

All that I need
Look at all the love we found, oh

I won't run and pull no one jack move
They love her for the Kingston sound, oh

Flava Flav and I-C-E
Once said somethin' that made me
Want to burn my liquor store down to the ground

But I just can't leave the pad
'Cause I'll surely wind up dead
'Cause I know they're out there waitin'
And watchin' for me

Still I got my yellow cat
And my wooden baseball bat
And my shiny silver gat
And if my homie got my back
Then I've got

All that I need
Look at all the love we've found, oh
I won't run and pull no one jack move
They love her for the Kingston sound
Oh, oh oh, oh oh oh

I wont slip and I won't trip
Send Matt Vargas to regrip

While I'm wrenchin' on my ride
In that secret pad where we hide
There's always lotsa fun stuff to do
Like relax and design a brand new tattoo
Play with my crossword puzzle book
I'm even learnin' how to cook

Have you seen that little whore, baby
Someone said that she stole my freddie
And if she made off with my last clean rig
I'm gonna kill that fukin' ditch pig

So what?

Outta my, outta my, outta my, outta my secret pad
'Cause I know you're talkin 'bout me
Makin' it
Hard to live
'Cause I
Don't want no money Dick said
Don't want no money down
My secret tweaker pad is now the hottest dope spot in town

I just take it nice and easy
Don't want no sheriff breakin' down the door to raid me 'cause

All that I need
Look at all the love we've found, oh

I wont run and pull the one jack move
They love her for the Kingston sound, oh

Baby you wanna give me kisses sweet
Only for a night with no repeat
Baby you wanna leave, and never call
But a taste of honey is worse than none at all

 

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