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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 Anaheim, 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 29th, 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 the 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 the window drop Finally we got our own P.A. Where do you think I got this guitar that you´re hearing today? (Call fire... respond mobil station. alamidos in anaheim, its uhh flaming up good...) Cuz´ as long as I´m alive, I´ma live illegal [scratching] 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 much 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 But not for the white man But if you look at the streets, it wasn´t about Rodney King It´s this fucked-up situation and these fucked-up police It´s about comin´ up and stayin´ on top And screamin´ 1-8-7 on a mother fuckin´ cop It´s ain´t in the paper, it´s on the wall National guard Smoke from all around (Any unit, any unit...) Homicide, never doing no time [scratching] Give me my share, my share. Gimme my share, I want it. Gimme my share, I need it now, I need it now. My share. A wicked one who doesn´t wanna see me go. Just gimme my share, I want it. Gimme my share. But you don´t want to give it to me, you don´t wanna see me go. Gimme my share, I want it, Gimme my share. But there is a wicked one. (Units be advised of an attempt 211 to arrest now at 938 Temple, 9-3-8 Temple, many subjects with bats trying to get inside the CB´s house...they´re trying to kill him)

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