ترانه:
Dub

[verse 1] Fire descends from on high in the shape of a lion Burn the sacrifice of pride and ride on Mount Zion Rub me the wrong way, taking the highway

doin good in da devilz eyez But I preach to Im Be dat same, Nigga put da heat to Im Askin E Dub what da fuck you wan do to Im [E-Dub] E-Dub and

Act your rage! Act your rage! Act your rage! Life these days has high demands, (High demands.) Seems like so much is out of our hands. But we gain

Quick, quick, quick, quick (I'm hurt by love) Quick, quick, quick, quick Tell her try your best, just to make it quick Whom attend to the sick, my god

Mercy Now ADRock and MCA The pass So Mike D M I K E Rock

Aiyyo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven Blaze the hot trizack that sound like heaven Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one My mon methtical come

(C) 1982 Pulse Music Ltd All songs written by David Hinds except "Your House" written by Phonso Martin All songs published by Pulse Music Ltd Produced

hold ?em (Yeah, yeah!) Know when to fold ?em (DJ?s, DJ?s!) Know when to walk away (Hip-Hop, Hip-hop!) Know when to run (Yeah, yeah!) You got to count your dub

Quietly the car was rolling like a bullet Whispering as I was driving quietly The car was rolling like a bullet Addicted to the rhythm Addicted to the