| Now Chuck’s headed back to Los Angeles
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| Everything’s not, everything’s not love
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| Well early in the morning when the sun comes up (what's up?)
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| Kenny’s on the corner selling meth to Chuck (uh-huh)
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| Now Chuck’s headed back to Los Angeles
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| Everything’s not, everything’s not love
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| Well every single morning down by them tracks (uh huh)
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| There dude was a dude named Kenny who was selling them sacks (got that work)
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| Client after client, they would come right back
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| He’d give em the stuff and they’d give him the cash (yes)
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| Now Kenny’s on his hustle, yeah, he’s on his grind (uh huh)
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| Money’s on his mind strictly all of the time (get money)
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| But there was one customer who’d come to buy
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| He was looking for ice, not nicks, not dimes (okay)
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| He ain’t know his name so he called him Chuck (Chuck)
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| And he was in a Benz when he pulled up
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| He wasn’t from the hood, he’s just passing by
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| Black shoes, black car, black shirt, black tie
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| So Chuck pulled off and the po pulled up
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| Wasn’t no back door so Kenny was stuck
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| And now he’s in the precinct sitting in cuffs
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| Just waiting for the trial date
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| Well in the city of LA around Beverly Hills
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| On top of the mountain there’s a beautiful crib
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| A man and his wife and his family lives
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| He get a decent salary, he paying the bills
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| But everything ain’t just what it seems
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| Outside looking in it’s the American dream
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| Behind closed doors, he’s really a fiend
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| Addicted to meth and he snorts OC
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| So one day he pulls up to work
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| Hops out this car and fixes his shirt
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| He walks in and the whole court just rises (rise)
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| The Honorable Chuck Blumstein presiding (be seated)
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| Oh, and what a pleasant surprise (huh?)
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| Kenny sits there right in front of his eyes (ain't that Chuck?)
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| But he don’t hesitate, looks him right in his face
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| And with three hits of his gavel, he seals his fate |