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