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Your honor, |
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I would like to call my first witness to the stand |
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All the way from |
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East L.A., your honor, |
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Pablo Diablo |
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Hey, [Incomprehensible] |
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Guantana Mira, hey, my lovin' is for everyone, man |
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Do you know it reminds me of the summertime in the |
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Bungalows of |
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Spain, all night in the park |
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Eh, you would hear your music, it would be on the eighth floor |
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But the Pongos they reach up there, man |
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We used to keep the whole neighborhood up |
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Guantanamara |
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Thank you, |
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Pablo, for nothing, |
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Jesus Christ |
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What a moron, no further questions, your honor |
