[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Stolen from an Africa land
Chased out with a knife
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With a face like Bob Marley
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And a mouth like a motor bike
[Chorus (1)]
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Oh well, the bars are always open
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And the time is always right
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And if God's good word goes unspoken
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The music goes all night, and it goes
[Verse 2]
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If I were Bob Marley, I'd say "Could you be loved?"
And if I was Half Pint, or with my Lord up above
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If I was Mike Tyson, I would look for a fight
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And if I was a Boomtown Rat, I would be staying up all night
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If I was the king AdRock, I would get stupid dumb
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And If rhymes were Valiums, I'd be comfortably numb
[Pre-Chorus]
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But if I had a shotgun
You know what I'd do
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I'd point that shit straight at the sky
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And shoot heaven on down for you
[Chorus (2)]
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E F#dim
Because the bars are always open
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And the time is always right
D F#dim
And if God's good word goes unspoken
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The music goes all night, and it goes
[Verse 3]
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I want a lover, but I can't find the time
I want a reason, but I can't find the rhyme
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And I want to start some static, but I can't afford
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To get slammed to the ground like I fell off my skateboard, hey
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Nowadays, as clear as you please
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Get strapped with protection, or strap with disease
[Bridge (1)]
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Laughter, it's free
Any time, just call me
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When you're down with Sublime, you get
[Solo]
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Funky fresh lyrics
You get 'nough rhythms
[Verse 4]
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Stolen from an Africa land
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I was chased out of the bar
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Mmm, I saw my best friend tonight, so
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Don't push me too far
[Bridge (2)]
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[Verse 5]
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G Gm G Gm
I'm gonna run, come down with the new lyrics
G Gm
Get hip, get hip, don't slip, you knuckle heads
G Gm
Racism is schism, on a serious tip
G Gm
You donât believe me, then I g'won bust your lip
G Gm
Higher the mountain, it hard to climb
G Gm
Rougher the rhythm, then it must be Sublime
G Gm
Listen Yellow Lover, yeah dem right on time
G Gm
We got Cricket with the quickness and the bassline
[Verse 6]
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G | Gm | G | Gm | G | Gm | G | Gm
G Gm G Gm
Go and raid the sound, an' tell the people the news, oh, hey
G Gm G Gm
Tell them reggae music is on the loose
G Gm G Gm
Here I am, like raging storm with a brand new style and a unique fashion
G Gm G Gm
And good, good vibes that keep on playin', playin'
[Verse 7]
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G Gm G Gm G Gm
Dem a fire one shot for peace equality
G Gm
Come, come, dem a come with a rougher stylee
G Gm
Come, come, dey no care about your reggae stylee
G Gm
Come, come, if ya come with your reggae stylee
G Gm
Dem a fire one shot, pumppump, lickashot
G Gm
Dem a fire two shots, pumppump, lickashot
G Gm
Dem a fire three shots, pumppump, lickashot
G Gm G
Dem a hear about me rock with me armor
Gm G
Do a launch, then attack me with they armor
Gm G
When they start counterreact me with they armor
[Verse 8]
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Fear who are launch, dem attack me wit they armor
A# G
Me no start counterreactin' dem bigger
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Hear me copy, tell you about this reggae stylee Wait, hold up...
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G | A# | G | A# | G | A# | G | A#
[Outro]
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G Gm
People wanna come up and they wan' tell me
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Smoking crack cocaine better than sinse
G Gm
Youâre poppin' that shit, yeah weâre sick of it
G Gm
Tweakin' every weekend, and we just canât take it
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Oh, we don't want plastic, bo!