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Sublime – Don't Push Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Stolen from an Africa land
Chased out with a knife
With a face like Bob Marley
And a mouth like a motor bike

[Chorus]
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]
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 that shit straight at the sky
And shoot heaven on down for you

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
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]
Laughter, it's free
Any time, just call me:
439-0116
When you're down with Sublime, you get
Funky fresh hits
You get nothing

[Verse 4]
Stolen from an Africa land
I was chased out of the bar
I saw my best friend tonight so
Don't push me too far

[Outro]
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 don’t 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

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 a raging storm with a brand new style and a unique fashion)
(I am from the place where the sun keeps shinin', shinin')
And good, good vibes that keep on playing, playing

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 style
Dem a fire one shot
Pump-pump, lick-a-shot
Dem a fire two shots
Pump-pump, lick-a-shot
Dem a fire three shots
Pump-pump, lick-a-shot
Dem a hear about me rock with me armor
Do a launch, then attack me with they armor
When they start counter-react me with they armor
Fear who are launch, dem attack me wit they armor
Me no start counter-reactin' dem bigger
Hear me copy, tell you about this reggae stylee

Wait, hold up...

People wanna come up and they wan' tell me
Smoking crack cocaine better than sinse
You’re poppin' that shit, jeah we’re sick of it
Tweakin' every weekend, and we just can’t take it
Oh, we don't want plastic
Bump!
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Songwriters: BRADLEY JAMES NOWELL, ERIC WILSON, MARSHALL GOODMAN
Don't Push lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

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