Bombs going off in Sierra Leone
Taken more shots than Karl Malone
Battle looms, your doom, injustice entombed
Who got the diamonds? Who gonna find them?
Who gonna mine them, when the time comes?
Diamonds and Guns, Diamonds and Guns.

It's a wicked world that we live in
It's cruel and unforgiving
It's a wicked world that we live in
It's cruel and unforgiving

Knock, knock, knock, who's that? It's Momma, son
Lookin' for the bitch who took the money and run
Now the daylight's gone and there's no more fun
And who's the fuckin' bitch who stole all the heroin?
Heroin, heroin, it's all gone
Smoked it all up, and now you got none
And now you look around and that's not the plan
This is not what you had in mind

I shot in heaven, now I cry
No one lives forever, in fact we all die
From those who bust shots to those who stuff cops
To those who serve rocks on all the hard blocks

Every last soul must pay the last toll
In the dice game of life, who gets the last roll?
Is it the one with the suit? The one with the sack?
The one who hides behind his fuckin' gun and his badge?
Negative outlook? Well that's how I'm livin'
And like he said, it's a wicked world we live in
It's a wicked world we live in

I'm wiggin out, flippin' out, hearts is what I'm rippin' out
I'm slippin' out, I'm dippin' out, killin's what I'm livin' out
Pick 'em, let me pick 'em out, spin and let me whip it out
Gat to your face with the fuckin' bullets stickin' out
Missin' out, diss and bout, blood's what you're pissin' out
84 I'm Crazy Horse, shootin' up, I'm illin' out
Rippin' out, I'm trippin' out, different now, I'm pimpin' out
any color at my belt and ouch while they're clippin out
Criminal I'm hittin' out, in L.A. no gettin' out
2 1 3, pack your P, fly wicked style
Listen now, I'm sinnin' out, a 6-pack I'm sippin' out


yo, representin no doubt
2002 baby transplants

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    General Commentcatchy... iliked it even before I knew it was an actual song... damn tele[shaking fist]... It's weird how the rhythm doesn't really go so much with the lyrics... one is ery up beat and the other very on the dark side of politics... and drugs.
    aldaon May 05, 2004   Link
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    General CommentWhy is there only one comment on this song?? This song is awesome!
    Bubjubbon January 17, 2005   Link
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    General Commenti kno!!!
    i completely love the "no one lives forever, in fact we all die" line
    it's awesome and very true
    escape164on January 29, 2005   Link
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    General Commenti love this song, i can play the bass line and piano 2 it :)
    pixie_claireon February 18, 2005   Link
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    General Commentis this the song that's on that shampoo commercial that has all the people with really frizzy hair and bad dandruff?
    chewbeccaon March 04, 2005   Link
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    General Commentyes that's what i thought too when i saw the commercial today... finally a good song making it to tv...
    RHCPon March 31, 2005   Link
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    General Commentsuch an amazingly catchy song! thought it would be more popular...
    Akirazrielon April 13, 2005   Link
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    General Commentim not a big fan of this song or transplants, but transplants aren't trying to sell records or be popular they are just vetrain punkrockers (travis-blink)(tim-rancid) they're just doing this for fun
    punk_drummeron June 20, 2005   Link
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    General Commentare you kidding? only 8 comments for one of my favorite songs ever? thats not cool. well, this song kicks sooo much ass i love it, and the last verse shows tims mad skills as lyricist
    stryker311on June 26, 2005   Link
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    General CommentIf they were just a bunch of veteran punk rockers doing it for fun, they wouldn't be selling their songs to fucking shampoo commercials.
    The_Variableon July 19, 2005   Link

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