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Stolen from an African land,
and 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,
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 Boomtown Rat I would be stayin up all night
IF I was the king Ad-Rock i would get stupid dumb
If rhymes were valiums I´d be comfortably numb

If I had a shotgun, know what I´d do,
I´d point it straight up 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.
And it goes:

I want a lover, I can´t find the time.
I want a reason, I can´t find the rhyme.
I want to start some static, but I can´t afford,
to hit the ground like I fell off my skateboard, hey.
Now a days as clear as you please,
get strapped with protection or strapped with disease.
Laughter, it´s free, any time just, call me.
438-4836 ´cuz your down with Sublime you get
funky fresh lyrics, you get nuff lyrics.
Stolen from an african land,
I was chased out of the bar.
And Ice is my best friend tonite
so don´t push me too far.

I gonna run come down with the new lyrics,
get hit, get hip, don´t slip you knuckle heads.
Racism is scism on a serious tip.
You don´t believe me I go and bust your lip. Hey.
I hear the mountain, it hard to climb.
Rougher the rhythm, then it must be Sublime.
Listen Bud Gaugh yea he´s right on time. Come listen Eric Wilson drop the funky bassline.
Base........Mmmmm.........Come in Bud.
Lord have his grilled cheese.

This the kinda rhythm make you wanna explode.
Not like doin´ coke and shooting, not like taking a load.
Because I´m one stylee, stand rough and rugged.
I keep my body strong, clean and ....

People wanna come up and they want tell me smokin crack cocaine better than sensi
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