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April 29, 1992 (Miami) [Instrumental]

(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, 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?(Call fire, respond Mobil station

Alamitos & Anahiem

It's uhh flamin' up good

10-4 Alamitos & Anaheim)Homicide, never doin' no timeWhen 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, and 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 motherfuckin' cop

It's ain't in the paper, it's on the wall

National guard

Smoke from all around(Units, units be advised there is an attempt 211 to arrest now at 938 Temple

938 temple, 30 subjects with bags, trying to get inside the CB's house)(As long as I'm alive, I'mma live illegal)Let it burn, wanna let it burn

Wanna let it burn, wanna wanna let it burn(I'm feelin' sad and blue)Riots on the streets of Miami

Oh, riots on the streets of Chicago

Oh, on the streets of Long Beach

Mmm, and San Francisco (Boise, Idaho)

Riots on the streets of Kansas City (Salt Lake, Hunnington Beach, CA)

Tuscaloosa, Alabama (Arcada, Clarkston, Michigan)

Cleveland, Ohio

Fountain Valley (Texas, Barstow)

Bear Mountain, Victorville

Eugene, Oregon, Eureka, California (Let it burn, let it burn)

Hesperia (Oh, ya let it burn, won't'cha won't'cha let it burn)

Santa Barbara, Cuyamca, Nevada, (Let it burn)

Phoenix, Arizona

San Diego, Lakeland Florida (Let it burn)

Fuckin, Dreadnaught punks! (Won't'cha let it burn)

Songwriters

BRADLEY JAMES NOWELL, LAWRENCE KRSONE PARKER, MARSHALL RAYMOND GOODMAN, MIKE HAPPOLDTPublished by

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