| Living life in L.A., crowded valley to bay,
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| A Human jungle that drives you insane,
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| Cruising the freeways, dodging bullets of death,
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| I rigger mad maniacs on the prowl for a thrill
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| An Open Highway, and a cold six-pack,
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| A loaded shotgun with no turning back,
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| Toilgate your victim, make him nervous and scared,
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| Blow out his windows, let him know that you are there,
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| Sideswipe the witness, and anyone else in your way,
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| Show’em your weapons, infra-red scope in their face.
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| A GUN BY YOUR SIDE
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| REVENGE ON YOUR MIND
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| GONE SHOOTING!
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| THRILLS IN THE NIGHT
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| SHIVER YOUR SPINE
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| GONE SHOOTING!
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| solo: Gonzales
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| An open highway, and a cold six-pack,
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| A loaded shotgun with no turning back,
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| Cruising death lane, feeling no shame,
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| Malicious intent… GONE SHOOTING!
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| Approach a black and white, stay out of sight,
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| Won’t got caught… GONE SHOOTING!
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| Cop on your tail, your plan won’t fail,
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| Keep the faith… GONE SHOOTING!
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| One way ticket, straight to hell,
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| Gone berzrk… GONE SHOOTING!
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| Target in sight, who’s wrong or right?
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| Arm for the head, one shot, one dead
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| Cracking some rounds, the powerful sound,
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| Metal on flesh, echos the night
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| Lead: Garcia
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| Wreckage behind, no survivors in sight,
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| Pile-up of cars on interstate 5
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| Make a clean getaway, be in bed by the day,
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| Dreams of van carpooling to work |