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Stolen from an african 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 well the music goes all night And it goes.. If i was Bob Marley I said could you be loved 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 BoomtownRats I would be stayin up all night The king Ad-Roc i would get stupid dumb If rythmes were valiums I'd be comfortably numb If I had a shotgun, know what I'd do, I'd point that shit straight up at the sky and shot heaven down to you Oh well the bars are always open and the time is always right And if God's good word goes unspoken well the music goes all night I want a lover, I can't find the time I want a reason, I can't find the rythme I want to start some static, but I can't afford Just hit the ground as I fell off my skateboard Now a days as clear as you please, strap with protection or strap with disease. Laughter, it's free any time just call me 439-0116 when your down with Sublime You get funky fresh lyrics, you get nothin Stolen from an african land Got chased out of the bar I saw my best friend tonite so don't push me too far I gonna run come down with the new lyrics, get hit get hip you knuckle heads Racism is scism on a serious tip You don't believe me I go and bust your lip. I hear the moutain, It hard to climb I hear the rythme and it must be sublime Listen yellow lover you got it right on time We got criket with the quickness and the bassline Go and raid the sound and tell people the news oh hey tell them regaee music is on the loose Here i am from the place where the sun shine down in a unique fashion Good good vibes that keep on playin playin People gonna come and try tell me smokin crack cocaine better than sensi You're pumpin' that shit and I'm sick of it Teakin every weekend we just can't take it Whoaa, we don't want plastic.
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