[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 F#dim If I was the king AdRock, 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 Gm I'm gonna run, come down with the new lyrics G Gm Get hip, get hip, don't slip, you knuckle heads G Gm Racism is schism, on a serious tip G Gm You don’t believe me, then I g'won bust your lip G Gm Higher the mountain, it hard to climb G Gm Rougher the rhythm, then it must be Sublime G Gm Listen Yellow Lover, 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 Gm Go and raid the sound, an' tell the people the news, oh, hey G Gm G Gm Tell them reggae music is on the loose G Gm G Gm Here I am, like raging storm with a brand new style and a unique fashion G Gm G Gm And good, good vibes that keep on playin', playin'

[Verse 7] G Gm G Gm G Gm Dem a fire one shot for peace equality G Gm Come, come, dem a come with a rougher stylee G Gm Come, come, dey no care about your reggae stylee G Gm Come, come, 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 G Do a launch, then attack me with they armor Gm G When they start counterreact me with they armor

[Verse 8] A# G Fear who are launch, 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 Gm You’re poppin' that shit, yeah we’re sick of it G Gm Tweakin' every weekend, and we just can’t take it G Gm G A# C7 Oh, we don't want plastic, bo!