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Albums:

Electro Addiction: An Electro Tribute to Jane's Addiction (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Liz Janes and Create (Liz Janes) · Perfect Addiction (Desert City Soundtrack) · Pair of Fives: Jane's Addiction/Porno for Pyros (Porno for Pyros) · Supperclub: Addiction (Hutchinson, Hutch) · This Addiction [CD/DVD] (Alkaline Trio) · Crack Addiction (Dré) · Stonewall: The Addiction (Hutchinson, Hutch) · This Addiction (Alkaline Trio) · Crack Addiction NY (DJ Bobby Black) – and 90 other albums »


the underground

Somebody said that she was sweet
And the story got around

The Famous Jane
When we've forgotten all the details
They'll still remember
the underground

Somebody said that she was sweet
And the story got around

The Famous Jane
When we've forgotten all the details
They'll still remember
the I-5 
Were tired 
Cause we spent the whole night wired 
With Jane's Addiction 
Blasting down the alpine 

No one knows which way it's gonna go 
We
by the lives we live
If it changes it'll be God's prediction, so pain inflicted, like Jane's Addiction
Live right like Christians, but dance with
I snapped a load, watch it glow, glow, glow
Looks so fruity sittin' in my bowl
Thanks to Mary, Jane is my bro
Glow baby, glow baby, grow baby, glow
understand your mans got flows
And I'm leavin' you so by the time I get the phoenix
Underground ground hits are goin' to fiend this musical genius
Hennessey and orange juice baby fill up a cup
Quick to grab Mary Jane by the butt and squeeze
Loosen up, let your hair down, and join the festivities
And then I keep it going till the underground retires
We keep it darker then a vampire
With your body in my trunk, with my bumps and my spare tire
wanna smoke
Underground to the top shelf
And I can do it by my goddamn self
I put some fire on the tip
High when I trip
Still fly on a bitch
I’ma
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics
go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
of Atliens,
Now throw your hands in the air and do the hokey dance.
Jane's Addiction got me seeing deep purple.
Need to find the perfect tool to make A Perfect
Hennesey and orange juice baby fill up a cup
Quick to grab Mary Jane by the butt and squeeze
Loosen up, let your hair down, and join the festivities
the rut
Hennessey and orange juice baby fill up a cup
Quick to grab Mary Jane by the butt and squeeze
Loosen up, let your hair down, and join
addiction
Dismissin competition when they roll wit friction
My whole crew be schemin flippy
Like ixing for that chicken
Smith brothas and A on ya
underground like the rap genie
And watch the shore by the rising tide
Now the whole world can see me

When they get foul that's when my style gets wild
I
the ho
With my name up in your mouth like fellatio
I lace the flow on purpose even up the ratio
Of Hip-Hop to that shit they drop on the radio
Underground
the ho
With my name up in your mouth like fellatio
I lace the flow on purpose even up the ratio
Of Hip-Hop to that shit they drop on the radio
Underground
mundane to make it plain
You're pacified by Mary Jane, but the end is still the same
First up to bat is the man Mondo McCann
And I'ma tell it like it is,
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us flow a rush when the DJ's boomin' classics
wearin shades so my eyes don't reveal the red haze 

Caused by my yung, cause days like Frankie Beverly 

Amazin em back it's tried again, no roaches
liable for givin' knots that's untieable

are O Z, recognize my name
Rap G.I. Jane, rockin' colorful wide frames
Straight from Newark, we Brick layers, Na
These fly rhymes and high times are brought to you by Suburban Noize
D-Loc, Saint Vicious, DJ Bobby be, Pakelika
The bakers man, bake me a cake
to Houston for some face
Mary Jane wit' a coincidence I'm blowin' swishas doin the same thing
Six-hundred for some big O's, 400 degrees
I'm a ho, Playaz
your fiction
That graffers came from broken homes with drug addictions
Get the picture it's a mixture of four ingredients
Kept alive by cats who truly