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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 with an 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 blue matter when you black?
Matter of fact we in blindfolds, bunch of souls
Kids shot in the streets, now they eyes closed
How you the angels when it's kings getting beat up?
And Gil Garcetti in his office with his up
No way to dodge police
crack cocaine, makin' a teacher's salary
Mexicans the borders in the thousands
Become cholos, one button Pendletons, stylin'
Crips on the in Dodger blue with they gold chains
Bloods corn rows and Chucks with the red strings
Sun goin' down so them Chevys 'bout to out
Fiends scratchin' themselves, stumblin' out the dope
Niggas tyin' bandanas, to put the drum on
Kids make it home 'fore street lights come on

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

So that gun, load that clip
that torch, light that shit, grab that stick
Grab that brick, it. it's time to riot
If you see black owned in the window, it's on fire
Start here, end up there
The of gun powder in the air
And so we clear, this is pain and despair
We burn our own shit and we aware and don't
Tell the national to disappear
We got guns too and we ain't
So fuck the man, fuck the Bush and his legislation
gotta change, we ain't waitin', fuck patience
Cause the government corrupt, I can it
Martin, Malcolm, Huey P.
And that's why the whole city out here
How can we stand here and not do
All smoke over the hood lookin' like low clouds
Cars no miles on fire, they broke down
White people wishin' they was at home
Asians like they business is black owned
Far from stupid, we comin' in the stores
Runnin' in meets for they Jordans and they Pippins
Crowbars, bats, anythin' break glass
They Rodney King up and now it's they ass
So it's bottle rockets the window
Kids that was smokin' endo
Fiends kickin' in doors, stealin'
Niggas robbin' liquor stores with up "Duck Hunt" guns
City burnin' but it's up fun
National on the corner
They don't the hood, they foreigners
We was at the cops before Chris Dorner
Ghetto birds flyin' the hood, they see us
Showin' the out, cleanin' the trucks out
Niggas mobbin' down the pushin' big screens and baskets
Starin' straight the cameras, no ski mask
Just pandemonium, niggas lootin' what they in
Runnin' with Scarface guns like they was Tony and them
Who, what, where, when, how the they gon' stop us?
When the 50 years we accustomed to window shoppin'
So we lighters to the tip of magazines
Dip 'em in and set this motherfucker on (fire)

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

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

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

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