| Walking through my neighborhood
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| In the middle of July
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| It feels it could be a hundred degrees
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| On the north side
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| Everybody’s cruising
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| Man, it’s a beautiful day
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| Ain’t nobody tripping
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| I hope it stays that way
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| When the sun goes down, down
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| Nothing is the same
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| When the sun goes down, down
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| The streets are not a game
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| It could be a good day
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| But that can always change
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| When the sun goes down
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| When the sun goes down
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| Walking through my neighborhood
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| In the middle of July
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| All the little girls and boys are playing
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| Outside
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| Oh, the water plug is on
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| Five O is on patrol
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| And as far as I can tell everything is fine
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| Till the sun goes down
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| When the sun goes down, down
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| Nothing is the same
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| When the sun goes down, down
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| The streets are not a game
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| It could be a good day
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| But that can always change
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| When the sun goes down
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| When the sun goes down
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| Listen here can I keep it real witcha?
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| I ain’t a good rapper but I paint a good picture
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| So here it is it’s my master piece
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| I see beauty in the ghetto when I walk these streets
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| The realist in the hood playin' it loud waving my flag
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| Screaming Puerto Rican and proud
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| I hold my head when I walk through the hood now
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| The Most High kept me safe when the sun went down
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| When the sun goes down, down
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| Nothing is the same
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| When the sun goes down, down
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| The streets are not a game
|
| It could be a good day
|
| But that can always change
|
| When the sun goes down
|
| When the sun goes down
|
| When the sun goes down, down
|
| Nothing is the same
|
| When the sun goes down, down
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| The streets are not a game
|
| It could be a good day
|
| But that can always change
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| When the sun goes down
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| When the sun goes down |