It's snowing in L.A. July 4th at 12 o'clock noon. It's snowing from then on every day until next June. Then all the tourists and the flakes and gang members will move away. Only real Californians are the ones who are gonna stay. And we're not gonna fall into the sea. No earthquake's gonna come and set us free, no. We're not gonna fall into the sea; not you and not me. The crime wave is gonna end, all the criminals gone straight. The bloods will all shake hands with the crips who they used to hate. They'll get jobs as bank clerks, TV preachers and enterpreneurs, spend weekends shopping at the mall, mowing lawns, and helping out the poor. And we're not gonna fall into the sea. No Good Humor man will slaughter me, no. We're not gonna fall into the sea; not you and not me. And we're not gonna fall into the sea. No meltdown of atomic energy, no. We're not gonna fall into the sea; not you and not me.
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