Sublime - Don't Push lyrics

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 sh** 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 Hey Now a days is clear as you please Strap with protection or struck with disease...disease Laughter, it's free Anytime just call me 439-0116 When your down with sublime You get Funky fresh lyrics. 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 serious tip You don't belive me then i go on bust your lip 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** line... 40oz continue here Go and wake the town, tell the people the news, Ohh, hey, tell them reggae music is on the loose. Here i am like a ragin' storm With a brand new style and a unique fashon. (sung at same time) I am from the place where the sun keeps shinin', shinin' And good good vibes, that keep on playin', playin' Them a fire one shot for peace, eqality Come, come, thema come with a rougha stylee Come, come, thema care about you wicked stylee Come, come, if ya come with your wicked stylee Thema fire one shot- Pump pump lick-a-shot, Thema fire two shots Pump pump lick-a-shot, Thema fire three shots Pump pump pump lick-a-shot, Thema hear about me rock With me armor When they start counterreact with me armor Thama launch an attack with me armor Coutnerreact with me armor When they start counterreact When me am bigger Hear me copy Tell you about this wicked stylee People wanna come up and they wan' tell me: Smokin' crack c**aine better than sensi. Your're puffin' that sh** yo we're sick of it! Tweakin' every weekend and we just can't take it. Whoa-oh, we no wan' plastic! Ba! Shs continue here Lord have his grilled cheese This the kinda rhythm make you wanna explode Not like doin coke or cheeba Not like takin a load Because i'm on time me style rough and rugged I keep my body strong, clean and ... People wanna come up and they want tell me Smokin crack c**aine better than sensi Once done it Me sick of it If you touch me style Me gonn' bust your lip We give it to you like a newman flick Because its simple We don't want plastic, bo!