311 ("three eleven") je americká rocková kapela z Nebrasky. Jejich hudba zahrnuje několik stylů od rapu, punk rocku, ska a funku.
Píseň: Fat Chance
Na na na na na na Aw yea I've seen the devil and the devil is coke Not down like that cuz it ain't a fuckin joke Trip ther shrooms fantastic Shit gets drasctic I didn't believe a word Can you hear this can you hear in the Make the music soothin' your system Come on now, come on now Hear the beat so sweet I shouldn't tell you how Im a freak yall Im a freak yall Much love to my man Stan Thomas Yea you say like what up to our man Eddy Offord Eddy Offord You know I'm ready, yes to rock steady My name's not Betty or Teddy, but Nick And I'm what you might call a heretic Yes, and I am from Nebraska My girl is satisfied, you can ask her You know I've never visited Alaska Huh, where the oil was spilt That drunken captain should be killed For polluting the sea, an atrocity He still walks free, well This one goes to all the birds that drown Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down Just fuck the bullshit and get with it It's time to throw down and so I said it words of Wisdom that will keep you guessing cause I'm tired of laying and I'm tired of messing around With all those suckers Yes, those stupid mother fuckers Who put down what we do We stand alone with the group that's new If I was a dwarf, I'd surely be Dopey I'm a stone wheat thin you can not culture Kick in the teeth a condescending frown Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down Yeah, right about now I'd like to turn the mic over to my man SA Martinez I am sly in the mix I am the mix master Death and destructor, lyric conductor Rollin with the rhythm of the rhyme I'm rollin ??? Tim, he leads giutar,he's got the jets Now the b-boys rockin breakin' moves on the floor 311's stepping out and you're yellin for more I'm hoping, I'm poetry in motion When I fire I spray P-Nut, the bass drum is booming And in your mouth the rhythm is booming P to the N to the U to the T Just fuck the has-been's and their stupid-ass rambling Brothers saying bullshit you can't come through with Do it in the basement no complacence It's time to kick the fuck in Begin to win no sin and then Share it, declare it in the public domain [Refrain] I'd be perfectly glad if rap was a fad but it's not So I'd thought I'd come out with a shot Super dumb lyrics make you think I'm a clown I don't give a fuck it's time to throw down Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down Fuck the bullshit it's time to throw down That's right, knockin' them down Nineties, all of that