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Video Karaoke April 29, 1992 (Miami) - Sublime

Este tema es una versión de April 29, 1992, que popularizó Sublime

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Mismo tempo que el original: 78.965 BPM

Tonalidad idéntica al original: RE

Duración: 03:55 - Escuchar en: 00:22

Fecha de publicación: 1996
Géneros: Punk, Rock, Ska, Rap & Hip-Hop, En inglés
Compositor original: Bradley Nowell, Marshall Goodman, Lawrence Krsone Parker, Joseph Lee Williams, Michael Charles Happoldt

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Letra April 29, 1992

April twenty-six nineteen ninety-two
There was a riot on the streets tell me where were you?
You were sittin' home watchin' your TV
While I was participating in some anarchy
First spot we hit it was my liquor store
I finally 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?
Homicide never doin' no time
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
'Cos 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 their 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
And not for the white man but if you look at the
Streets it wasn't about Rodney King
In this fucked-up situation and these fucked-up police
It's about comin' up and stayin' on top
And screamin' one eight seven on a mother fuckin' cop
It's not in the paper it's on the wall
National guard smoke from all around
Let it burn wanna let it burn
Wanna let it burn wanna wanna let it burn
I feel insanity riots on the streets of Miami
Oh riots on the streets of Chicago
On the streets of Long Beach mmm in San Francisco
Riots on the streets of Kansas city
Mmm Tuskaloosa Alabama
Cleveland Ohio
Fountain Valley
Paramount Victorville
Eugene Oregon
Eureka California
Hesperia
Santa Barbara
Winnemucca Nevada
Phoenix Arizona
San Diego
Lakeland Florida
Fuckin' twenty-nine Palms

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