I was hanging in out in L.A. looking for a real cool place to go
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I struck up a conversation with this dude wearing hip hop clothes
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He said you talk like you're from Texas let me welcome you to our town
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An I hope you have a real find day
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But don't you let me catch you when the sun goes down
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CHORUS
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We got scalawags we got queens in drag we got pushers pimps and punks
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We got crips and bloods we got dykes and studs
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We've got junkies thieves and drunks
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This is where the juice got turned aloose and if you ain't caught on yet
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Ain't no law in California
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Welcome to the wild wild west
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He said there's women in this city that are just too low down to crawl
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And homeboys packing pieces they'll shoot you just to watch you fall
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You'ld better get on back to Hicksville that's the bast thing you can do
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There's hustlers hoods and outlaws that'd love to find a country boy like you
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REPEAT CHORUS
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Ain't No Law In California
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| The Charlie Daniels Band |
