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Bob, you can pan over a little bit. Look at this right here, this is a suburban type Jeep with a sharp shooter peering outside of the sunroof an automatic rifle. It appears to be a scene you might see in Operation Desert Storm and we've been seeing this all night

It's a trap, it's a
Why they ain't tell us red and don't matter when you black?
Matter of fact we in blindfolds, of lost souls
Kids shot dead in the streets, now they closed
How you call the angels when it's kings beat up?
And Gil Garcetti in his office his feet up
No way to police brutality
Sellin' crack cocaine, a teacher's salary
hoppin' the borders in the thousands
Become cholos, one Pendletons, they stylin'
Crips on the corner in Dodger blue with they gold
Bloods corn rows and Chucks with the red strings
Sun down so them Chevys 'bout to roll out
scratchin' themselves, stumblin' out the dope house
Niggas tyin' bandanas, to put the drum on
Kids tryna make it 'fore street lights come on

The way we live is
The way we live is
The way we live is
The way we live is

So that gun, load that clip
Grab that torch, that shit, grab that stick
that brick, throw it. it's time to riot
If you don't see black owned in the window, it's on
Start here, end up there
The smell of gun in the air
And just so we clear, this is and despair
We burn our own shit and we aware and don't
Tell the national guards to
We got guns too and we ain't
So the man, fuck the President Bush and his legislation
Shit gotta change, we ain't waitin', fuck
Cause the corrupt, I can prove it
Martin, Malcolm, P. Newton
And that's why the whole city out here
How can we here and not do shit?
All this over the hood lookin' like low clouds
Cars no miles on fire, they broke down
White people wishin' they was at home
Asians frontin' like business is black owned
Far from stupid, we comin' in the stores
Runnin' in swap meets for they Jordans and they
Crowbars, bats, that break glass
They Rodney King up and now it's they ass
So it's bottle rockets through the
that was never smokin' endo
Fiends in doors, stealin' Nintendos
Niggas robbin' liquor stores taped up "Duck Hunt" guns
City burnin' but fucked up fun
National guards on the
They don't the hood, they foreigners
We was bustin' at the before Chris Dorner
Ghetto birds over the hood, they see us
Showin' the fuck out, the trucks out
Niggas mobbin' the streets pushin' big screens and baskets
Starin' straight the cameras, no ski mask
Just pandemonium, niggas lootin' what they in
Runnin' around with guns like they was Tony and them
Who, what, where, when, how the fuck they stop us?
When the last 50 years we to window shoppin'
So we lighters to the tip of magazines
Dip 'em in gasoline and set motherfucker on (fire)

The whole watchin', Los Angeles is on (fire)
Yeah, (fire)
1992, was you for the (fire?)

Standin' on the corner with a in my hand
my mother told me sit in the van, nah fuck that
Foot Locker up, wire cutters cut that
Niggas Crip where Reginald Denny's truck at
Police cars, drivin' by in slow mo
If you white stop at the light, 'cause that's a no-no
Runnin' through the malls, give us everything
The first time niggas ain't have beef with the
'92, fire lit the skyline, and why we
To capture forbidden truth cause Adam never ate the fruit
Fuck your blue suits, your badge, and them high
We out here sellin' chronic, we ain't have no Iovines
Shit burnin', you gon' need more than
We makin' a movie better than anyone that I've
be on Showtime, HBO, Cinemax
Get a match, we gon' make that y'all remember that (fire)

The whole watchin', Los Angeles is on (fire)
Yeah, (fire)
1992, was you for the (fire?)

Make me wanna
The way they do my
Make me holla
The way do my life
This living, this ain't living
No-no baby, ain't living
No, no, no, no
Inflation, no
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