Don't Push

Stolen from an African land Chased out with a knife With a face like Bob Marley And a mouth like a motorbike 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 were Bob Marley, I'd say, "Could you be loved?" And if I was Half Pint, or with my Lord up above If I was Mike Tyson, I would look for a fight And if I was a Boomtown Rat, 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 But 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 word goes unspoken The music goes all night, and it goes And it goes I want a lover, but I can't find the time I want a reason, but I can't find the 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, hey Nowadays, as clear as you please Get strapped with protection, or strap with disease Laughter, it's free Any time, just call me 4-3-9, 0-1-1-6 When you're down with Sublime, you get Funky fresh lyrics You get 'nough rhythms Stolen from an Africa land I was chased out of the bar Mhmmh, I saw my best friend tonight, so Don't push me too far I'm gonna run, come down with the new lyrics Get hip, get hip, don't slip, you knuckle heads Racism is schism, on a serious tip You don't believe me, then I g'won bust your lip Higher the mountain, it hard to climb Rougher the rhythm, then it must be Sublime Listen Yellow Lover, yeah dem right on time We got Cricket with the quickness and the bassline Go and raid the sound, an' tell the people the news, oh, hey Tell them reggae music is on the loose Here I am, like a raging storm (I am from the place where the sun) With a brand-new style and a unique fashion (keeps shinin', shinin') And good, good vibes that keep on playin', playin' Dem a fire one shot for peace equality Come, come, dem a come with a rougher stylee Come, come, dey no care about your reggae stylee Come, come, if ya come with your reggae stylee Dem a fire one shot, pump-pump, lick-a-shot Dem a fire two shots, pump-pump, lick-a-shot Dem a fire three shots, pump-pump, lick-a-shot Dem a hear about me rock with me armor Do a launch, then attack me with they armor When they start counter-react me with they armor Fear who are launch, dem attack me wit they armor Me no start counter-reactin' dem bigger Hear me copy, tell you about this reggae stylee Wait, hold up People wanna come up and they wan' tell me Smoking crack cocaine better than sinse You're poppin' that shit, yeah we're sick of it Tweakin' every weekend, and we just can't take it Oh, we don't want plastic, bo!