[Verse 1]

Stolen from an African land

And chased out with a knife

With a face like Bob Marley

And a mouth like a motor bike

[Chorus]

Oh well, the bars are always open

And the time is always right

And if the good word goes unspoken

The music goes all night, and it goes

[Verse 2]

If I were Bob Marley, I'd say "Could you be loved?"

And if I was Half Pint, or with my lord up above

If I was Mike Tyson, I would look for a fight

And 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 were Valiums, I'd be comfortably numb, but

[Pre-Chorus]

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 for you

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 3]

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 static, but I can't afford

Get slammed to the ground like I fall off my skateboard, hey

And nowadays, it's clear as you please

Get strapped with protection or strap with disease, huh

[Bridge]

Laughter, it's free

Anytime just, call me

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'Cause you're down with Sublime, you get

Funky fresh lyrics

You get 'nuff lyrics

[Verse 4]

Stolen from an Africa land

I was chased out of the bar

And ice is my best friend tonight so

Don't push me too far

[Instrumental Break]

Guitar!

[Outro]

I'm gonna run, come down with the new lyrics

Get hit, get hit, don't slip, ya knucklehead

Racism is schism, on a serious tip

You don't believe me, then I'm gonna bust ya lip, ay!

Because, higher the mountain, it hard to climb

Rougher the rhythm, then it must be Sublime

Listen Bud Gaugh, yeah he's right on time

Come listen Eric Wilson drop a funky bassline

Bass!

Mmm

Come in, Bud!

Aya, aya, aya, uh!

Mmm, Lord have his grilled cheese

This here kinda rhythm make you wanna explode

It's not like doin' coke or chiva, not like takin' a load

Because I'm on Bradley style, rough and rugged

I keep my body strong, clean, and active

He don't want no dibby dibby style, he don't want no dibby dibby

Hwuah-pow! Dibby dibby style, he don't want no dibby dibby

One time! Dibby dibby style, he don't want no dibby dibby

He don't want no, he don't want no, he don't want no dibby dibby

Hoo-wa! People wanna come up and they wan' tell me

Smoking crack cocaine better than sinse, aye

Wan' bust ya lip, me sick of it

If ye want me [?], me ya bust ya lip

[?] dibby to ya new [one flick?], aya!

Because it's simple, we don't want plastic, bo!