Don't Push

Stolen from an African 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 id say could you be loved
and if i was half pint id ball lord up above
and if i was mike tyson id look for a fight
and if i was a boomtown rat id be staying up all night
if i was the king of rock id get stupid dumb
and if rhymes were valiums id 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 word goes unspoken
The music goes all night
It goes
I want a lover but i cant find the time
i want a reason but i cant find the rhyme
i want to start some static but i cant afford
to lay on the ground l fall off my skateboard
nowadays as clear as you please get strapped
with proptection or strapped with disease
Laughter it's free
Anytime just call me
439-0116
when your down with sublime you get
funky fresh lyrics mmm you get nothing
stolen from an Africa land i was chased out of the bar
i saw my best friend tonight so dont push me to far
Im gonna run come down with the new lyrics get hip
get hip dont slip you knuckle heads racism is schisim
on a serious tip if you dont believe me i gwon bust your lip
Higher the mountain, it hard to climb
Rougher the rhythm, then it must be Sublime
Listen Yellow Lover, yeah dem right on time
We got Cricket with the quickness and the bassline
Go and raid the sound, an' tell the people the news, oh, hey
Tell them reggae music is on the loose
Here I am, like a raging storm with a brand new style and a unique fashion (I am from the place where the sun keeps shinin', shinin')
And good, good vibes that keep on playin', playin'
Dem a fire one shot for peace equality
Come, come, dem a come with a rougher stylee
Come, come, dey no care about your reggae stylee
Come, come, if ya come with your reggae stylee
Dem a fire one shot, pump-pump, lick-a-shot
Dem a fire two shots, pump-pump, lick-a-shot
Dem a fire three shots, pump-pump, lick-a-shot
Dem a hear about me rock with me armor
Do a launch, then attack me with they armor
When they start counter-react me with they armor
Fear who are launch, dem attack me wit they armor
Me no start counter-reactin' dem bigger
Hear me copy, tell you about this reggae stylee
Wait, hold up...
People wan come up and they wan tell me
smokin crack cocaine better than sensi
your pumpin that shit till were sick of it
tweaking ever weekend and we just cant take it ohhh
We dont want plastic, BO!