| SLOW INTRO
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| Where were you when the raid came? |
| Where were you when the raid came?
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| Out of the window or on the floor. |
| Yeah, on the night of the raid
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| I was just rolling up some real good black
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| Knock on the door and the window cracked
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| The DS just come to bust the fun
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| Everybody scatter and run
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| I was jossing with the baby in the bathroom
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| Hanging out the party with the coke spoon
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| Somebody yelled hey my head’s on fire
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| Just can’t take it no higher
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| Hey, dealers from the north and dealers from the south
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| Joints in the noses and joints in the mouth
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| But the friction in the kitchen only wanted out
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| On the night of the raid
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| Somebody yelled help put that thing on me
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| That’s one man I wouldn’t want to be
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| If you said now I’m going to make it sing
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| On the night of the raid
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| Well the boys hit the wall like bowling balls
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| Questioned them all like they had no balls
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| Snow hit their noses like an avalanche
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| On the night on the raid
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| CHORUS (as Inro except.)
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| Where were you when the raid came?
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| Where were you when the raid came?
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| Out of the window or on the floor
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| Yeah, on the night of the raid
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| CHORUS REPEAT AND FADE |