And then it's three A.M.And I'm on the corner, wearing my leatherThis dude comes up and he's, like, "hey, punk!"I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!"Then I'm throwing dice in the alleyOfficer Leroy comes up and he's, like,"Hey, I thought I told you..."And I'm, like, "yeah, whatever!"And then up comes ZafoI'm, like, "yo, Zafo. What's up?"He's, like, "nothin'"And I'm, like, "that's cool."
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