[Verse 1]

Stolen from an African land

Chased out with a knife

With a face like Bob Marley

And a mouth like a motorbike

[Chorus]

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

[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 staying up all night

If I was the king Ad-Rock, I would get stupid dumb

If rhymes were Valiums, I'd be comfortably numb

[Pre-Chorus]

But 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

[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 want to start some static, but I can't afford

To get slammed to the ground like I fell off my skateboard, hey

Nowadays, as clear as you please

Get strapped with protection, or strap with disease

[Bridge 1]

Laughter, it's free

Any time, just call me

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When you're down with Sublime, you get

Funky fresh lyrics

You get 'nough rhythms

[Verse 4]

Stolen from an Africa land

I was chased out of the bar

Mmm, I saw my best friend tonight, so

Don't push me too far

[Bridge 2]

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

Get hip, get hip, don't slip, you knuckle heads

Racism is schism, on a serious tip

You don't believe me, then I g'won bust your lip, huh

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'

[Interlude]

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

(Hear me come)

Wait, hold up

[Outro]

People wanna come up and they wan' tell me

Smoking crack cocaine better than sinse

You're poppin' that shit, yeah we're sick of it

Tweakin' every weekend, and we just can't take it

Oh, we don't want plastic, bo!