Don’t push
Stolen from an africa land,
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?
And 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 stoopid dumb
And if rhymes were valiums I’d 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 work 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 can’t find a rhyme
I want to start some static but I can’t afford
To get slammed to the ground like I fell off my skateboard
Hey
Now a days is clear as you please
Strap with protection or struck with disease…disease
Laughter, it’s free
Anytime just call me
439-0116
When your down with sublime
You get
Funky fresh lyrics.
Stolen from an africa land,
I’ll chase that other bar,
I saw my best friend tonight, so, don’t push me too far
I’m 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 belive me then I go on bust your lip
Higher the mountain, it hard to climb
Rougher the rhythm man, it must be sublime
Listen yellow lover yet it right on time
We got cricket with the quickness and the bass line…
40oz continue here
Go and wake the town, tell the people the news,
Ohh, hey, tell them reggae music is on the loose.
Here I am like a ragin’ storm
With a brand new style and a unique fashon.
(sung at same time)
I am from the place where the sun keeps shinin’, shinin’
And good good vibes, that keep on playin’, playin’
Them a fire one shot for peace, eqality
Come, come, thema come with a rougha stylee
Come, come, thema care about you wicked stylee
Come, come, if ya come with your wicked stylee
Thema fire one shot-
Pump pump lick-a-shot,
Thema fire two shots
Pump pump lick-a-shot,
Thema fire three shots
Pump pump pump lick-a-shot,
Thema hear about me rock
With me armor
When they start counterreact with me armor
Thama launch an attack with me armor
Coutnerreact with me armor
When they start counterreact
When me am bigger
Hear me copy
Tell you about this wicked stylee
People wanna come up and they wan’ tell me:
Smokin’ crack cocaine better than sensi.
Your’re puffin’ that shit yo we’re sick of it!
Tweakin’ every weekend and we just can’t take it.
Whoa-oh, we no wan’ plastic!
Ba!
Shs continue here
Lord have his grilled cheese
This the kinda rhythm make you wanna explode
Not like doin coke or cheeba
Not like takin a load
Because I’m on time me style 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
Once done it
Me sick of it
If you touch me style
Me gonn’ bust your lip
We give it to you like a newman flick
Because it’s simple
We don’t want plastic, bo!