Roots Of Creation

A G A G A G A G One, two, three, four! A G Pull up your honey, if ya got a pussy A G And shake your ass like your ready for sing A G Wear something more higher, something more low A G When me ready, limbo, then follow me go, like a... D C Roots of creation D E I am living in a boring nation A G I put up my hands and I look at my feet A G The reggae music make me sound so sweet A G 'Cause we play it morning, evening, night and in all of the day A G It's the sweet kinda music, makes me feel okay D C The roots of creation D E Say, I am living in a plastic nation A G I pull off my hat, my coat is so wide A G Sometimes, sometimes, I feel so high A G But, all the time, I feel irie A G I feel irie, when I'm down with the scene called... D C "The Roots of Creation" D E I am living in a plastic nation A G A G Oh yeah, ha ha ha ha A G A G One more time! A G Well, pull up your honey, like you got limbo A G Well, put up your fingers like you're ready to go A Give me, give me something high G And give me something slow A Give me something I can use G Give me something I can know D C Is the body and the mind D One part, a soul or two? E A G I feel a different person to be a different place A G I'm living in a different place, sometimes, I feel, although, it's fine A G Pull up your style, make ya sound so fine A With a... G Pull up hands with me D C Roots of creation D E I am living in a boring nation A G Right, a pull up sound A G With Mike Happoldt at my left, I got Eric at my right A G We rock the reggae music every day and night A G We rock the reggae music, see, it's right on time D C But you're down with the music that we call Sublime D E A I'm living in a different nation G A G A G A G Reggae style, again! A I could've a found my way to the back G Gonna win me back, me no feel a pop A When me down, said, it feels so right G We rock the music, late at night A With a guitar pick in my hand G With a mouth, to make me a man A G Me have a little girl like this, called the... D C Roots of creation D E I am living in a plastic nation A G I pull up my hand, left pocket A G Do the music make me say me feel it? A G Read me all my rights, say, me know me are wrong A G Me am a white boy, but me sing the reggae song, called... D C "Roots of Creation" D E I am living in a plastic nation A My hands are high G My ink is dry A G My love for you, it will-a never die A G Say, me love you 'til me will testify A G Me love the music make me feel so high D C The song called, "Roots of Creation" D E A I am living in a plastic nation G A G Oh, in a plastic nation A G Such a boring station A A boring... G One more time! A G Pull up your honey, if you got limbo A Pull it up man, get faster G I don't want it to be slow A I want to make it sound right G I want to make it sound tough A G Give me kind of music make you rock all night D C Like a, roots of creation D E I am living in a boring nation A So, cheer up my life G Cheer up my life A Take out the trouble G Take out, take out the strife A G Give me some the music make it sound so nice A G Give me kinda music make we want to sing the song twice D C Like, roots of creation D E I am living in a plastic nation Verse 11 A I pull up my hand G My seat is wobbly A G Pull up your hand and it sounds like this A 'Cause I like my beer dry G Drink the gin and the gin A G Like the kinda drink ya can hope make me sick D C Me don't feel no dice, but likewise D E Make me drink a gin, like one twice A G A I only make me feel so sadder, aya