Sublime - Dont push

^AStolen from an Africa land chased out with a knife With a ^Dface like bob Marley and a ^Amouth like a motor bike Oh well the ^Ebars are always ^Fope^En and the ^Atime is always right and if gods ^DGood work goes ^Funs^Epoken the ^Amusic goes all night and it goes

^AmIf i was bob Marley i said could you be loved ^AmAnd if i was half pint I’d whoop my lord up above ^DmAnd if i was mike Tyson i would look for a fight ^AmAnd if i was a boomtown rat id be staying up all night E FF E If i was the king ad rock i would get stupid dumb ^AmAnd if rhymes were valiums id be comfortably numb

^AIf i had a shot gun you know what i would do ^DId point that shit strait at the sky ^AAnd shoot heaven on down for you ^EBecause the bars are always ^Fop^Fen ^{E A}And the time is always right ^DAnd if gods good work goes unspo^Fke^Fn ^{E A}the music goes all night, And it goes ^AmI want a lover but i cant find the time , ^Am i want a reason but i cant find the rhyme ^DmAnd i wanna start some static but i can’t afford ^AmKnees scrape the ground as i fall off of my skateboard ^ENow a days as clear as y^Fou please you can stra^Ep with protection or get s^Atrapped with disease

^ALaughter its free ^AAnytime just call me ^D439-0116 ^AIf your down with sublime you get ^EFunky ^Ffresh ^Alyrics, you get nothing

^AStolen from an African land ^DGot chased out of the b^Aar ^EI saw (Ice is)^F my be^Ast friend tonigh^Dt so^F don't push me ^Atoo far

I gonna run come d^Cown with the new lyric^Bbs, 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. I hear t^Che mountain, it hard to ^Bbclimb 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 Go and r^Caid the sound and tell p^Bbeople 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 Dem a Fi^Cre 1 shot for peace, equ^Bbality, 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 f****** tell ya bout this wicked stylee…

People g^Conna come up and they wa^Bbn-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)