hive lyrics – 311

c-c-coming like a nightmare word like i’m gonna go for it
f*ckin’ around what ya got to show for it?
let it be know that i’m in the zone
and whatever i need i just pick up the phone

‘cuz i’m true with it, you’re new with it
i just swing the thing and then i’m through with it
i don’t need friends to act like folks
‘cuz i’m nick hex um the one who knows about things

‘cuz it takes two and we swings better than you
then it’s time for the dub so we roll out the club
and you know just what i do
i’m hitting in the freak mode, puttin’ on a load sippin’ on a guinny
then lo and behold on a vision from bottom to top and i just can’t stop

311 show them the air is rarefied
don’t give a d*mn ‘cuz the groove is h*llafied
grew up punk, listen to the funk
i’m a hyper type of fella that does not touch junk

you’re the back of the pack and the bottom of the stack
that’s what you get when you’re steady talkin’ sh*t
not goin’ for self, sh*t is on the shelf
it’s 95 and we go for the hive

listen up this you’re gonna b*mp to this
and if i’m feelin’ mean i’m gonna clutch my fist
now when i say mean, i mean i’m gonna rock it
you’re gonna find out kid i’m ’bout to shock it

when i’m on i’m gone i hear the beat that sp*wns
the way we freak it and we kick up a storm
the day we turn to pop the show will stop
so feel the beat and get lost now

back to part 2 the hard way we play
sublime on time to all the fans i’m sa
and if you don’t know i say check the show
do what you got to on the dance floor

some say the style is wack but i say f*ck that
get the h*ll back and watch us rock the set
we cast the mold bust it cold explode
mega trendsetters known around the globe

friends takin’ you where you never been
we done what we wanted craftin’ poems
you can rock there is a glow around you
lose control holmes just like we do

hard to obtain brotha’ what’s my name
mad to find unlike ya mamma and your masquerade
i drive a mach-1 no dashboard jesus
i hear voices say that’s doug martinez

you’re all up in my mix like f*ckin’ betty crocker
you think you’re playing me but actually you’re a jocker
you bad mouth me b*tch man you givin’ me juice
it ain’t nothin’ but a party everybody get loose

notice what i don’t do when stress steps to me
whatever your complaint so sue me
i say f*ck the naysayers and keep goin’
gotta do what i gotta do to get the people glowin’

so let everybody gather the more the better
i represent the traveler him he’s a shredder
at ease with yourself and don’t try to please me
i’m just here today then quickly i’m out

on the town one light i’m a glow worm
for several hours wiggle jiggle like i’m a huge
well can’t appreciate a brothers love of funky music
you think i’m a silly rabbit ‘cuz my style has tricks

of the way i feel now i just got to rock
the music be poppin’ through me like electric shocks
i think and blink and i wink but that sh*ts not tiny
‘cuz in a blink of an eyelash you will not find me

you’re the back of the pack and the bottom of the stack
that’s what you get when you’re steady talkin’ sh*t
not goin’ for self, the sh*t is on the shelf
it’s 95 and we go for the hive

/ 311 lyrics