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 it straight up 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
The music goes all night
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, cuz I can't afford
To get slammed to the ground like I fell off my skateboard, hey
Nowadays, it's clear as you please:
Get strapped with protection, or strap with disease
Laughter, it's free
Any time, just call me:
438-4836
When you're down with Sublime, you get
Funky fresh lyrics
You get nothing
Stolen from an Africa land
And then chased out of the bar
I seen my best friend tonight so
Don't push me too far
Yes
We'll take you on a trip
Down to Jamaica with Brigadier Jerry, for my man Brad
Jamaica Jamaica
Down in Jamaica Briggy born and grow
Used to sing a song and we loved it so
Used to go to school and play tic tac toe
Down in the islands they love dominoes
Jamaica Jamaica
Turn me loose
Turn me loose
Take the shackles from off my feet
Gonna rock to the rhythm and the beat
Cuz it's so long since I had you by my side
And really can't take this fighting anymore
Jamaica Jamaica
People wanna come up and they wan' tell me
Smoking ketamine better than sensi
Once done it, me sick of it
If you bring it around, we goin bust ya lip
We give it to you like a Newman flick
You see it's simple, we don't want plastic