| Somewhere in the world it’s 3 o’clock
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| Time to get out of school and think
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| Somewhere in the world it’s 5pm
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| And quittin time means it’s time to drink
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| Somewhere in the world it’s 8 o’clock
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| Let’s get fly, man, and go to the gig
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| But somewhere in the world it’s midnight
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| And the guerrillas just shot two pigs
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| Somebody needs to bottle
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| This adrenaline
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| Throw death the middle fin
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| Stompin through your suburbs
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| Like coke, meth, and riddling
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| Streetlights and little sins
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| We fight for little yen
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| Despite the bitter end
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| And ignite carcinogens
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| This here’s a little shot of
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| Can’t-Be-Stopped
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| A lot o' Fuck-You-Pay-Me
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| A little Fuck-The-Cops
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| Cuz them parasites’ll suck your wop
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| And bankrupt your flock
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| Chuck you overseas to duck the glock
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| And in the gallows of San Quentin
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| The officials were smitten
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| By the smooth, suave way
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| Which my initials were written
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| So they paid no attention
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| That the scribbled transmission
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| Read «Imma get outta here,
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| Pray I don’t get ammunition»
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| Somewhere in the world it’s 3 o’clock
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| Time to get out of school and think
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| Somewhere in the world it’s 5pm
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| And quittin time means it’s time to drink
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| Somewhere in the world it’s 8 o’clock
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| Let’s get fly, man, and go to the gig
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| But somewhere in the world it’s midnight
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| And the guerrillas just shot two pigs
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| Sometime the night falls just so
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| You can’t see the scars
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| Discourse between the stars
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| Is dialogue of stolen DVD players and VCRs
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| I know a corner- if you say «cocaine»
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| They claim that you takin the lord’s name
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| In vein
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| I cam to spit flames
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| Until this shit change
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| Until we switch games
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| The streets drown in pain
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| Now
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| Y’all might just drink and fuck to this
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| Let’s knuckle up and deconstruct the shit
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| Imma show you what they dysfunction is
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| They need some nickel-plated acupuncturists
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| Vile and vulturous
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| Let’s get tumultuous
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| And bring a multitude
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| To where their luncheon is
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| Somewhere in the world it’s 3 o’clock
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| Time to get out of school and think
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| Somewhere in the world it’s 5pm
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| And quittin time means it’s time to drink
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| Somewhere in the world it’s 8 o’clock
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| Let’s get fly, man, and go to the gig
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| But somewhere in the world it’s midnight
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| And the guerrillas just shot two pigs |