Stolen from an
Africa land
Chased out with
a knife
With a face like
Bob Marley
And a mouth like
a motorbike
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?
If I was Half
Pint I would ball the Lord up above
If I was Mike
Tyson I would 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 stupid dumb
And if rhymes
was valiums I’d be comfortably numb
But if I had a
shotgun you know what I’d do
I’d point it
straight up at the sky
And shoot heaven
on down to you
Because 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
I want a lover
but I can’t find the time
I want a reason
but I can’t find the rhyme
And I wanna
start some statics but I can’t afford
Just to slam to
the ground like I fall off my skateboard hey
Nowadays as
clear as you please
Get strapped
with protection or strapped with disease
Laughter it’s
free anytime just call me 4384836
Cuz you’re down
with Sublime you get funky fresh lyrics
You get enough
lyrics
Stolen from an
Africa land I was chased out of the bar
Ice is my best friend
tonight so don’t push me too far
I’m gonna run
come down with the new lyrics
Get hip get hit
don’t slip your knuckle heads
Racism is schism
on a serious trip
If you don’t
believe me then I go and bust your lip ey
I hear the
mountain it hard to climb
Rougher the
rhythm than it must be Sublime
Listen Bud Gaugh
ya he’s right on time
Come listen Eric
Wilson drop the funky bass line
Bass! Come in
Bud!
Aya aya aya Lord
have this grilled cheese
This the kinda
rhythm makes you wanna explode
It’s not doing
coke or cheeba not like taking a load
Because I’m a
bandist I’m rough and rugged
I keep my body
strong clean and
Me don’t want no
….
People wanna
come up and they wan’ tell me
Smoking crack
cocaine better than sensi
Watch your lip
me sick of it
If you want to
pop we all punch your lip
We all be giving
to your new conflict aya
Because it’s
simple me don’t want plastic