(I don't know if you can, but can you get an order for Ons, that's O-N-S,  Junior Market, the address is 1934 East Anaheim, all the windows are  busted out, and it's like a free-for-all in here and uh the owner should  at least come down here and see if he can secure his business, if he wants to...)    April 29th, 1992  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 the 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?    (Call fire... respond mobil station. alamidos in anaheim, its uhh flaming up good...)    Cuz' as long as I'm alive, I'ma live illegal [scratching]    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  Cause 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  But not for the white man  But if you look at the streets, it wasn't about Rodney King  It's this fucked-up situation and these fucked-up police  It's about comin' up and stayin' on top  And screamin' 1-8-7 on a mother fuckin' cop  It's ain't in the paper, it's on the wall  now she God spoke from all around    (Any unit, any unit...)    Homicide, never doing no time [scratching]    Give me my share, my share.  Gimme my share, I want it.  Gimme my share, I need it now, I need it now.  My share.  A wicked one who doesn't wanna see me go.  Just gimme my share, I want it. Gimme my share.  But you don't want to give it to me,  you don't wanna see me go.  Gimme my share, I want it, Gimme my share.  But there is a wicked one.    (Units be advised of an attempt 211 to arrest now at 938 Temple, 9-3-8  Temple, many subjects with bats trying to get inside the CB's  house...they're trying to kill him)