Stolen from an African 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 well 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 the lord up above
If I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fight
If I was a BoomtownRats 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
If I had a shotgun, know what I'd do,
I'd point that shit straight at the sky
and shoot heaven on down for you
Oh well the bars are always open, and the time is always right
And if God's good word goes unspoken, well the music goes all night
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
Now a days as clear as you please, strap with protection or strap with disease.
Laughter, it's free any time just call me
439-0116 when your down with Sublime you get
funky fresh lyrics, you get nothing
Stolen from an African land
Got chased out of the bar
I saw (Ice is) my best friend tonight 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 schism on a serious tip
You don't believe me I go and bust your lip.
I hear the mountain, it hard to climb
Rougher the rhythm, then it must be sublime
Listen yellow lover you got it right on time
We got cricket with the quickness and the bassline
Go and raid the sound and tell people the news oh, hey
tell them reggae music is on the loose
Here i am from the place where the sun shine down in a unique fashion
Good good vibes that keep on playing, playing
People gonna come and try tell me smoking crack cocaine better than sense
You're pumpin' that shit and I'm sick of it
Tweakin' every weekend we just can't take it
Oh! We don't want glass dick (Bump)
Sublime - Dont Push Lyrics
Sublime - Dont Push Lyrics
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Stolen from an African 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 well 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 the lord up above
If I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fight
If I was a BoomtownRats 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
If I had a shotgun, know what I'd do,
I'd point that shit straight at the sky
and shoot heaven on down for you
Oh well the bars are always open, and the time is always right
And if God's good word goes unspoken, well the music goes all night
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
Now a days as clear as you please, strap with protection or strap with disease.
Laughter, it's free any time just call me
439-0116 when your down with Sublime you get
funky fresh lyrics, you get nothing
Stolen from an African land
Got chased out of the bar
I saw (Ice is) my best friend tonight 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 schism on a serious tip
You don't believe me I go and bust your lip.
I hear the mountain, it hard to climb
Rougher the rhythm, then it must be sublime
Listen yellow lover you got it right on time
We got cricket with the quickness and the bassline
Go and raid the sound and tell people the news oh, hey
tell them reggae music is on the loose
Here i am from the place where the sun shine down in a unique fashion
Good good vibes that keep on playing, playing
People gonna come and try tell me smoking crack cocaine better than sense
You're pumpin' that shit and I'm sick of it
Tweakin' every weekend we just can't take it
Oh! We don't want glass dick (Bump)
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 well 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 the lord up above
If I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fight
If I was a BoomtownRats 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
If I had a shotgun, know what I'd do,
I'd point that shit straight at the sky
and shoot heaven on down for you
Oh well the bars are always open, and the time is always right
And if God's good word goes unspoken, well the music goes all night
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
Now a days as clear as you please, strap with protection or strap with disease.
Laughter, it's free any time just call me
439-0116 when your down with Sublime you get
funky fresh lyrics, you get nothing
Stolen from an African land
Got chased out of the bar
I saw (Ice is) my best friend tonight 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 schism on a serious tip
You don't believe me I go and bust your lip.
I hear the mountain, it hard to climb
Rougher the rhythm, then it must be sublime
Listen yellow lover you got it right on time
We got cricket with the quickness and the bassline
Go and raid the sound and tell people the news oh, hey
tell them reggae music is on the loose
Here i am from the place where the sun shine down in a unique fashion
Good good vibes that keep on playing, playing
People gonna come and try tell me smoking crack cocaine better than sense
You're pumpin' that shit and I'm sick of it
Tweakin' every weekend we just can't take it
Oh! We don't want glass dick (Bump)
Writer: BRADLEY JAMES NOWELL, MARSHALL GOODMAN, ERIC WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY