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April 29th, 1992 there was a riot on the streets
Tell me where were you were sittin' home watchin' your tv
While I was paticipating in some anarchy
First spot we hit it was the liqour store
I finally got all the alcohol I can't afford
Red lights flashin' time to retire
Then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire
Next stop 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 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
A girl went in the store with her mother and her kids
And 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 fucked up situation and these fucked up police
It's about coming up and staying on top or screamin' 187 on a mother fucking
cop
It's not written on the papers, but its written on the wall
National guard smoke from all around
Gimme my share
Gimme my share, I want it, gimme my share
I need it now - I need it now
But there's a wicked one who doesnt wanna see me go
Just gimme my share - I want it
But you dont wanna give it to me
You don't want to see me go
Gimme my share - I want it
Gimme my share
But there is a wicked one - a wicked one - a wicked one
A wicked wicked one who doesn't wanna see me go
He wants to hold it
He want to hold it oh yah
He wanna wanna wanna hold it
But a - but hey
Wanna hold it wanna wanna hold it
Let it burn let it burn let it burn burn burn
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Lyrics: Sublime
