♪♪ ♪ Stolen from African land ♪ ♪ Chased out with the night ♪ ♪ With a face like Paul Markey ♪ ♪ And a mouth like a motorbike ♪ ♪ 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 ♪ ♪ If I'm Omar Malias, who could you be, love? ♪ ♪ And if I was Hal Pym, I'd be the lord of the bar ♪ ♪ And if I was Mike Tyson, I would look for a fight ♪ ♪ And if I was Lee Peralta, we'd be staying up all night ♪ ♪ And if I was a kid, I could rock like it's stupid dark ♪ ♪ And if Rhymes with Valley Youngs, I'd be called Dirty Nerd ♪ ♪ I had a shotgun, you know just what I'd do ♪ ♪ I'd point that *** straight at the sky and shoot heaven on down, yeah ♪ ♪ 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 ♪ ♪ 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 no style, no static, but I can't afford it ♪ ♪ Knees fall around, I fall off my skateboard ♪ ♪ Nowadays, it's clear as the breeze ♪ ♪ Shot with protection, I swear it is me ♪ ♪ Laughter, it's free ♪ ♪ A 116 if you're down with sublime ♪ ♪ Stolen from Africa land ♪ ♪ Chased out of the bar ♪ ♪ I saw my best friend tonight, so don't push me too hard ♪ ♪ I'm gonna run, come down with the new release ♪ ♪ Head hit, don't slip, your knuckle heads ♪ ♪ Racism is a schism on my serious tip ♪ ♪ You don't believe me, let God ask you later ♪ ♪ I hear the mountain, it's hard to climb ♪ ♪ But for the land, then there must be supply ♪ ♪ Listen, you're a lover, you got right on time ♪ ♪ We gon' break it with the quickest interface ♪ ♪ We gon' break it with the quickest interface ♪ ♪ Go rate the sound, 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 ♪ ♪ The good good vibes keep on playing, playing ♪ ♪ Then I'ma fire one shot for peace and quality ♪ ♪ Come come, I'ma come with the rickets style, aye ♪ ♪ Come come, I'ma come with the wicked diarey ♪ ♪ Come come, I'ma come with the wicket style ♪ ♪ Then I'ma fire one shot, pum pum, then shake it ♪ ♪ Then I'ma fire two shots, pum pum, shake it ♪ ♪ Then I'ma fire three shots, pum pum, shake it ♪ ♪ You hear about me, rock, rock, rock, and then me, I'ma ♪ ♪ Who, and then me, I'ma, who, and then me, I'ma ♪ ♪ The epistatic, I'ma diarrhea, and then me, I'ma ♪ ♪ Who, and then me, I'ma, who, and then me, I'ma ♪ ♪ Epistatic, I'ma diarrhea, I can go, people wanna go ♪ ♪ And they won't hold me, smokin' crack, cocaine, better than Sid Stee ♪ ♪ You're pumpin' that ***, sure we're sick of it ♪ ♪ Tweakin' every weekend and they get that hit ♪ ♪ Whoa, whoa, we don't want glass dick ♪ ♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪ ♪ Music ♪ Give it up for the one and only Brad D, come on.