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 Now a days is clear as you please Strap with protection or struck With disease, 'cause laughter, it's free Anytime just call me 439-0116 When your down with Sublime, you get 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 serischisous tip You don't believe me then I believe go on bust your lip 'Cause 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 ba*s line 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