I'm 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 that I won't bust your lip. Stolen from an Africa land Got chased out of the bar I saw my best friend tonight, so don't push me too far
Laughter, it's free any time just call me 439-0116 when your down with Sublime you get Funky fresh lyrics, you get nothin' I want a lover, I can't find the time I want a reason, I can't find the rhyme And I want to start some static, but I can't afford, Just lay on the ground like I fell off my skateboard Now a days, as clear as you please, strap with protection or strap with disease. If I had a shotgun, you know what I'd do I'd point that 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
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 Boomtown Rats I would be stayin' up all night If I was the King Ad-Rock I would get stupid dumb If rhymes were Valiums I'd be comfortably numb Cause when that rhythm it was playin on my guitar On my guitar I had to be there I. 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 Its gonna be revealed unto, and Sublime Rudy Rudy Rudy Cant fight against the youth, right now Them are rude, rude people Cant fight against the resistance, oh right now Them are rude, rude people We gonna rule this land among children We gonna rule this land.
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