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trouble at the cup - black randy and the metrosquad lyrics

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d*cks fight! banks hate!

they say the boulevard is no place to be
pinball and coffee is alright with me
i can’t live alone, i gotta be free
i hate my parents more than they hate me
schools and factories make me sick
i’d rather stand here and sell my d*ck

trouble at the cup (x3)

there’s war on the boulevard and we’re the enemy
black and white cars are watching me
f*ckin’ pigs travel in pairs
beatin’ up my friends
n0body cares
sirens and coptеrs fill in the night
i’m sick of their pressurе
i’m ready to fight

trouble are the cup (x3)

my friends all have knives
they look real hard
i got a gun for an id card
better get ready don’t travel alone
hollywood boulevard’s a military zone
lapd better get some tanks
we’re gonna break your windows
we’re gonna loot your banks
trouble at the cup (x3)

i got no use for drugs
i never get high
i want to shoot a cop
i want to see him die
riot through the 60’s we’re all out of fun
but a lot of these pigs
forgot how to run
we won’t take it anymore
it’s ’78, time to get down
summer of hate

trouble at the cup (x3)

- black randy and the metrosquad lyrics

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