| Waitress out dressed like nurses in bondage
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| Brought me the check, said I want you to sign this
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| Union boy standing next to the rastas
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| Theres gonna be a strike and you aint gonna stop us Three men standing and they love what they do You wont see it coming, cause they wanna surprise you
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| Consider it done, theyre gonna stand right by you
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| American punks dont care about you
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| Hollywood what you gonna do?
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| Dont say that you dont understand
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| Dont say that you cant comprehend
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| Dont say that you dont understand, this is california babylon, my man
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| You can take away the nights with sights with bright lights
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| Seeks still ride, engage in street fights
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| Two to the head, pull around, hes dead
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| Suspect fled, caught up with bloodshed
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| No sign of hope, we fight and sling dope
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| Junkies to our left, no fix, they cant cope
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| Violence wont cease, hand me the crow piece
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| No peace or sleep, we fight with police
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| This is the city thatll make all your dreams come true
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| So pay attention
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| At last she had arrived, we turned in exhausted
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| Cocaine in her pocket, she can get busted
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| Once again she passes, now shes gone
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| Now shes with her friend, her beautiful young
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| She showed up on the scene, she was 17
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| Now shes 21, she does some more coke, she does some more coke
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| She drinks some whiskey and she smokes some dope
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| She thinks shes a star
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| Do you know who you are? |