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 stupid 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 *** 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

And I want to start some static but I can't afford

To get slammed to the ground

Like I fell off my skateboard Now a days is clear as you please

Get strapped with protection or struck with disease Laughter, it's free

Anytime just call me 439-0116

When your down with Sublime, you get

Funky fresh 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 believe 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 People wanna come up and they wan' tell me

Smokin' crack cocaine better than Sensi

Your're puffin' that *** yo we're sick of it

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

Whoa-oh, we no wan' plastic