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
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Somewhere In The World It's Midnight
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| Street Sweeper Social Club |
