[Intro]
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[Estrofe]
A 
Stolen from an Africa land chased out with a knife 
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With a face like bob Marley   and a mouth like a motor bike 
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Oh well the bars are always  open  and the time is always right   
            D              F  E          A 
and if gods Good work goes unspoken  the music goes all night    
and it goes
[Refrão]
Am 
If i was bob Marley i said could you be loved 
Am 
And if i was half pint I’d whoop my lord up above 
Dm 
And if i was mike Tyson i would look for a fight 
Am 
And if i was a boomtown rat id be staying up all night 
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If i was the king ad rock i would get stupid dumb 
Am 
And if rhymes were valiums id be comfortably numb
[Estrofe]
A 
If i had a shot gun you know what i would do 
D 
Id point that shit strait at the sky 
A 
And shoot heaven on down for you 
E                           F F  E 
Because the bars are always open 
A 
And the time is always right 
D                               F F  E 
And if gods good work goes unspoken  
A 
the music goes all night, And it goes 
Am 
I want a lover but i cant find the time , 
Am 
 i want a reason but i cant find the rhyme 
Dm 
And i wanna start some static but i can’t afford 
Am 
Knees scrape the ground as i fall off of my skateboard 
E                       F                     E                         A 
Now a days as clear as you please you can strap with protection or get strapped with disease
[Estrofe]
A 
Laughter its free 
A 
Anytime just call me 
D 
439-0116 
A 
If your down with sublime you get 
E     F     A 
Funky fresh lyrics, you get nothing  
A 
Stolen from an African land 
D                      A 
Got chased out of the bar 
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I saw (Ice is) my best friend tonight so don't push me too far  
                  C                     Bb 
I gonna run come down with the new lyrics, 
 
get hit get hip don't slip you knuckle heads 
 
Race is on a  schism on a serious tip 
 
You don't believe me I go and bust your lip. 
        C                       Bb 
I hear the mountain, it hard to climb 
 
Rougher the rhythm, then it must be sublime 
 
Listen yellow lover yes it right on time 
 
We got cricket with the quickness and the bassline 
        C                       Bb 
Go and raid the sound and tell people the news oh, hey 

tell them reggae music is on the loose 
 
Here i am from the place where the sun shine down in a unique fashion 
 
Good good vibes that keep on playing, playing 
        C                       Bb 
Dem a Fire 1 shot for peace, equality, come come! 
 
Dem a come with the rapper stylee come come! 
 
Me no care bout your wicked stylee come come! 
 
Here I Come with the wicked dialect 
 
Dem a Fire 1 shot, pump pump take a shot! 
 
Dem a Fire 2 shot, pump pump take a shot! 
 
Dem a Fire 3 shot, pump pump take a shot!  
 
They no care about me rock 
 
I move around you know I keep a movin 
 
But when there’s no time to react  me wear de armor... 
 
Let me fucking tell ya bout this wicked stylee…
[Outro]
        C                       Bb 
People gonna come up and they wan-tell me  
 
smoking crack cocaine better than sensee 
 
You're pumpin' that shit and I'm sick of it 
 
Tweakin' every weekend we just can't take it 
 
Oh! We don't want glass dick (Bump)