[Intro]
| A | - | - | - |
[Verse 1]
A
Stolen from an Africa land
Chased out with a knife
D
With a face like Bob Marley
A
And a mouth like a motor bike
[Chorus]
E F#dim
Oh well, the bars are always open
A
And the time is always right
D F#dim
And if God's good word goes unspoken
A
The music goes all night, and it goes
[Verse 2]
A
If I were Bob Marley,
I'd say "Could you be loved?"
And if I was Half Pint,
or with my Lord up above
D
If I was Mike Tyson,
I would look for a fight
A
And if I was a Boomtown Rat,
I would be staying up all night
E
If I was the king AdRock,
F#dim
I would get stupid dumb
A
And If rhymes were Valiums,
I'd be comfortably numb
[Pre-Chorus]
A
But if I had a shotgun
You know what I'd do
D
I'd point that shit straight at the sky
A
And shoot heaven on down for you
[Chorus]
E F#dim
Because the bars are always open
A
And the time is always right
D F#dim
And if God's good word goes unspoken
A
The music goes all night, and it goes
[Verse 3]
A
I want a lover,
but I can't find the time
I want a reason,
but I can't find the rhyme
D
And I want to start some static,
but I can't afford
A
To get slammed to the ground like I fell off my skateboard,
hey
E F#dim
Nowadays, as clear as you please
A
Get strapped with protection,
or strap with disease
[Bridge]
A
Laughter, it's free
Any time, just call me
4390116
When you're down with Sublime, you get
[Solo]
A
Funky fresh lyrics
You get 'nough rhythms
[Verse 4]
A
Stolen from an Africa land
D A
I was chased out of the bar
E F#dim A F#dim
Mmm, I saw my best friend tonight, so
D F#dim A
Don't push me too far
[Bridge]
| G Gm | G Gm | G Gm |
[Verse 5]
G Gm G
I'm gonna run,
Gm
come down with the new lyrics
G
Get hip, get hip, don't slip,
Gm
you knuckle heads
G Gm
Racism is schism, on a serious tip
G
You donât believe me,
Gm
then I g'won bust your lip
G Gm
Higher the mountain, it hard to climb
G
Rougher the rhythm,
Gm
then it must be Sublime
G
Listen Yellow Lover,
Gm
yeah dem right on time
G Gm
We got Cricket with the quickness and the bassline
[Verse 6]
G Gm G Gm G Gm G Gm
G Gm G
Go and raid the sound, an' tell the people the news, oh,
Gm
hey
G Gm G Gm
Tell them reggae music is on the loose
G
Here I am,
Gm G Gm
like raging storm with a brand new style and a unique
fashion
G Gm G
And good, good vibes that keep on playin',
Gm
playin'
[Verse 7]
G Gm G
Gm G Gm
Dem a fire one shot for peace equality
G
Come, come,
Gm
dem a come with a rougher stylee
G
Come, come,
Gm
dey no care about your reggae stylee
G
Come, come,
Gm
if ya come with your reggae stylee
G Gm
Dem a fire one shot, pumppump, lickashot
G Gm
Dem a fire two shots, pumppump,
lickashot
G Gm
Dem a fire three shots, pumppump,
lickashot
G Gm G
Dem a hear about me rock with me armor
Gm
Do a launch,
G
then attack me with they armor
Gm G
When they start counterreact me with they armor
[Verse 8]
A#
Fear who are launch,
G
dem attack me wit they armor
A# G
Me no start counterreactin' dem bigger
A# G
Hear me copy, tell you about this reggae stylee Wait,
hold up...
A#
G A# G A# G A# G A#
G A# G A# G A# G A#
[Outro]
G Gm
People wanna come up and they wan' tell me
G Gm
Smoking crack cocaine better than sinse
G
Youâre poppin' that shit,
Gm
yeah weâre sick of it
G
Tweakin' every weekend,
Gm
and we just canât take it
G Gm G A# C7
Oh, we don't want plastic, bo!
[Intro]
| A | - | - | - |
[Verse 1]
| A | - | D | A |
Stolen from an Africa land
Chased out with a knife
With a face like Bob Marley
And a mouth like a motor bike
[Chorus]
| E F#dim | A - | D F#dim | A - |
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
[Verse 2]
| A - | - - | D - | A - |
| E F#dim | A - |
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 AdRock,
I would get stupid dumb
And If rhymes were Valiums,
I'd be comfortably numb
[Pre-Chorus]
| A | - |
| D | A |
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
[Chorus]
| E F#dim | A - |
| D F#dim | A - |
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
[Verse 3]
| A - | - - |
| D - | A - | E F#dim | A - |
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
[Bridge]
| A | - | - | - |
Laughter, it's free
Any time, just call me
4390116
When you're down with Sublime, you get
[Solo]
| A | - | - | - |
Funky fresh lyrics
You get 'nough rhythms
[Verse 4]
| A - | - - | D - | A - |
| E F#dim | A F#dim | D F#dim | A - |
Stolen from an Africa land
I was chased out of the bar
Mmm, I saw my best friend tonight, so
Don't push me too far
[Bridge]
| G Gm | G Gm | G Gm |
[Verse 5]
| G Gm |
| G Gm | G Gm | G Gm | G Gm |
| G Gm | G Gm | G Gm | G Gm |
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 donât 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
[Verse 6]
| G Gm | G Gm | G Gm | G Gm |
| G Gm | G Gm | G Gm | G Gm |
| G Gm | G Gm | G Gm | G Gm |
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 raging storm with a brand new style and a unique
fashion
And good, good vibes that keep on playin',
playin'
[Verse 7]
| G Gm | G Gm | G Gm | G Gm |
| G Gm | G Gm | G Gm | G Gm |
| G Gm | G Gm | G Gm | G Gm |
| G
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, pumppump, lickashot
Dem a fire two shots, pumppump,
lickashot
Dem a fire three shots, pumppump,
lickashot
Dem a hear about me rock with me armor
Do a launch,
then attack me with they armor
When they start counterreact me with they armor
[Verse 8]
A# | G A# | G A# | G A# |
| G A# | G A# | G A# | G A# |
| G A# | G A# | G A# | G A# |
Fear who are launch,
dem attack me wit they armor
Me no start counterreactin' dem bigger
Hear me copy, tell you about this reggae stylee Wait,
hold up...
[Outro]
| G Gm | G Gm | G Gm | G Gm |
| G Gm | G A# | C7 - |
People wanna come up and they wan' tell me
Smoking crack cocaine better than sinse
Youâre poppin' that shit,
yeah weâre sick of it
Tweakin' every weekend,
and we just canât take it
Oh, we don't want plastic, bo!
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