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April 29, 1992 (Miami) by Sublimeالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

April 29, 1992 (Miami) by Sublime

     

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[I don't know if you can, but can you get an order for Ons, that's O-N-S
Junior Market, the address is 1934 East Aneheim, all the windows are
busted out, and it's like a free-for-all in here and uh the owner should
at least come down here and see if he can secure his business
if he wants to]

April 26th, 1992
There was a riot on the streets
Tell me where were you?
You were sittin' home watchin' your TV
While I was participating in some anarchy

First spot we hit it was my liquor store
I finally got all that alcohol I can't afford
With red lights flashin' time to retire
And then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire.

Next stop we hit it was the music shop
It only took one brick to make that window drop
Finally we got our own p.a.
Where do you think I got this guitar that you're hearing today? ey!

[Call fire at ??? mobile station at Alamedas and Anahiem,
its, ah, flaming up good]
[10-4 Alamedas and Anahiem]
Homicide, never doin' no time!

When we returned to the pad to unload everything
It dawned on me that I need new home furnishings
So once again we filled the van until it was full
Since that day my livin' room's been more comfortable
'Cause everybody in the hood has had it up to here
It's getting harder and harder and harder each and every year
Some kids went in a store with their mother
I saw her when she came out she was gettin' some pampers
They said it was for the black man
they said it was for the Mexican
And not for the white man
But if you look at the streets
It wasn't about Rodney King
It's bout this fucked up situation and these fucked up police
It's about coming you

Writer : MARSHALL GOODMAN, MICHAEL HAPPOLDT, BRADLEY NOWELL, LAWRENCE PARKER, JOSEPH WILLIAMS
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, UNIVERSAL MUSIC-Z TUNES

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