The main police precinct in Guashingtong Heights, NY where the copsbeat the shit out of piff carrying dominicans and get them ready for central bookings
Joel - '...'
"It enters"
Riley - 'What day is it?'
Joel - '...'
(Rileys schizophrenia kicks in)
Riley - 'Rustic Green is a good name for a retirement home yeah. Yeah I know, October 33rd is meant to be pretty darn diddly dorky tonight am I right or am I right! (you actually talk like this no joke)
Joel - '...'
Riley- 'You know I dont think ive mentioned this before but I am actually a lifegu-'
"CRASH" ... "dead"
Joel - 'It's over...'
if u ain't heard, i'm from the 31-3rd, the city of cars, also the city of stars, me and my nigga's say the city is scarred, from riots and snitches plus crack back in the 80's was large.