Stolen from an Africa land, chased out with a knife with a face like Bob Marley and a mouth like a motor-bike
Oh well the bars are always open, and the time is always right and if god's good word goes unspoken the music goes all night
and it goes..
If I was Bob Marley I said could you be loved? and if I was Half Pint I'd ball lord up above
If I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fight If I was a boomtown rat I would be stayin' up all night If I was the King Ad-Rock I would get stoopid dumb and if rhymes were valiums I'd be comfortably numb
If I had a shotgun, you know what I'd do? I'd point that shit straight at the sky and shoot heaven on down for you
Because the bars are always open and the time is always right and if god's good work goes unspoken the music goes all night, and it goes
I want a lover but I can't find the time I want a reason but can't find a rhyme I want to start some static but I can't afford to get slammed to the ground like I fell off my skateboard hey
Now a days is clear as you please strap with protection or struck with disease...disease
laughter, it's free anytime just call me 439-0116
When your down with Sublime you get funky fresh lyrics.
Stolen from an Africa land, I'll chase that other bar,
I saw my best friend tonight, so, don't push me too far
I'm gonna run come down with the new lyrics get hit, get hip, don't slip you knuckle heads racism is scism on a serious tip you don't belive me then I go on bust your lip
Higher the mountain, it hard to climb rougher the rhythm man, it must be Sublime listen yellow lover yet it right on time we got cricket with the quickness and the bass line...
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Go and wake the town, tell the people the news, ohh, hey, tell them reggae music is on the loose.
here I am like a ragin' storm with a brand new style and a unique fashon. (sung at same time) I am from the place where the sun keeps shinin', shinin'
and good good vibes, that keep on playin', playin'
Them a fire one shot for peace, eqality come, come, thema come with a rougha stylee come, come, thema care about you wicked stylee come, come, if ya come with your wicked stylee
Thema fire one shot- pump pump lick-a-shot, thema fire two shots pump pump lick-a-shot, thema fire three shots pump pump pump lick-a-shot, thema hear about me rock
with me armor when they start counterreact with me armor thama launch an attack with me armor coutnerreact with me armor
when they start counterreact when me am bigger Hear me copy tell you about this wicked stylee
People wanna come up and they wan' tell me: smokin' crack cocaine better than sensi. your're puffin' that shit yo we're sick of it! tweakin' every weekend and we just can't take it.
whoa-oh, we no wan' plastic! ba!
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Lord have his grilled cheese This the kinda rhythm make you wanna explode Not like doin coke or cheeba not like takin a load
because I'm on time me style rough and rugged I keep my body strong, clean and ...
People wanna come up and they want tell me smokin crack cocaine better than sensi
once done it me sick of it
if you touch me style me gonn' bust your lip we give it to you like a Newman flick because its simple we don't want plastic, bo!
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérpretes: Bradley James Nowell (SOUNDEXCHANGE), Eric John Wilson (Eric J Wilson) (SOUNDEXCHANGE), Floyd I Gaugh Iv (SOUNDEXCHANGE), Marshall GoodmanPublicado em 1998ECAD verificado fonograma #1956453 em 12/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM