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Sublime - April 29th 1992 Lyrics



Sublime - April 29th 1992 Lyrics




Officer:
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 Aneheim,
all the windows are busted out,
and it's like a free-for-all in here and
uh the owner should be able 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 paticipating in some anarchy
First spot we hit it was my liqour store
I found out they 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?

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 her 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 bout this f*cked-up situations and these f*cked-up police
It's about comin' up and stayin' on top
And screamin' 187 on a mother f*ckin' cop
It's aint on the paper, it's on the wall
National guard
Smoke from all around

[Any unit, any unit...]
(Homicide, never doing no time)

Let it burn, wanna let it burn, wanna let burn wanna wanna let it burn.
Riots on the streets of Miami. oh riots on the streets of Chicago,
oh on the streets of Long Beach. in San Francisco.
riots on the streets of Kansas City.
oh Tuscaloosa, Alabama; Cleveland, Ohio.
Fountain Valley; Paramount; Victorville; Eugene, Oregon;
Eureka, California; Esperea; Santa Barbara; Neveda;
San Diego; Lake Wood Florida. f*cking 29 Palms!

Officer:
[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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Officer:
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 Aneheim,
all the windows are busted out,
and it's like a free-for-all in here and
uh the owner should be able 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 paticipating in some anarchy
First spot we hit it was my liqour store
I found out they 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?

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 her 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 bout this f*cked-up situations and these f*cked-up police
It's about comin' up and stayin' on top
And screamin' 187 on a mother f*ckin' cop
It's aint on the paper, it's on the wall
National guard
Smoke from all around

[Any unit, any unit...]
(Homicide, never doing no time)

Let it burn, wanna let it burn, wanna let burn wanna wanna let it burn.
Riots on the streets of Miami. oh riots on the streets of Chicago,
oh on the streets of Long Beach. in San Francisco.
riots on the streets of Kansas City.
oh Tuscaloosa, Alabama; Cleveland, Ohio.
Fountain Valley; Paramount; Victorville; Eugene, Oregon;
Eureka, California; Esperea; Santa Barbara; Neveda;
San Diego; Lake Wood Florida. f*cking 29 Palms!

Officer:
[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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Writer: MARSHALL GOODMAN, BRADLEY NOWELL, MICHAEL HAPPOLDT
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, MR COOK SONGS

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