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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 automatic rifle. It appears to be a scene you see in Operation Desert Storm and we've been seeing this all night

a trap, it's a trap
Why ain't tell us red and blue don't matter when you black?
of fact we in blindfolds, bunch of lost souls
Kids dead in the streets, now they eyes closed
How you call the angels when it's getting beat up?
And Gil Garcetti in his with his feet up
No way to police brutality
crack cocaine, makin' a teacher's salary
Mexicans hoppin' the borders in the
Become cholos, one Pendletons, they stylin'
Crips on the corner in Dodger blue with gold chains
Bloods sportin' corn rows and Chucks with the red
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 home 'fore street lights on

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

So grab that gun, that clip
Grab that torch, that shit, grab that stick
Grab that brick, throw it. it's time to
If you don't see black owned in the window, on fire
here, end up over there
The of gun powder in the air
And so we clear, this is pain and despair
We our own shit and we aware and don't care
Tell the guards to disappear
We got guns too and we ain't
So fuck the man, fuck the Bush and his legislation
Shit gotta change, we ain't waitin', patience
Cause the corrupt, I can prove it
Martin, Malcolm, Huey P.
And that's why the whole city out here
How can we stand here and not do
All this smoke over the lookin' like low clouds
Cars with no miles on fire, they broke
people wishin' that they was at home
Asians frontin' they business is black owned
Far from stupid, we in the stores trippin'
Runnin' in swap meets for they Jordans and they
Crowbars, bats, anythin' break glass
They fucked Rodney up and now it's they ass
So it's bottle rockets through the
Kids that was never smokin'
Fiends kickin' in doors, Nintendos
Niggas liquor stores with taped up "Duck Hunt" guns
burnin' but it's fucked up fun
National on the corner
They don't the hood, they foreigners
We was bustin' at the cops before Chris
Ghetto flyin' over 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' around with Scarface like they was Tony and them
Who, what, where, when, how the they gon' stop us?
When the last 50 years we accustomed to window
So we lighters to the tip of magazines
Dip 'em in and set this 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 chained up, cutters cut that
Niggas Crip walkin' where Denny's truck at
Police cars, drivin' by niggas in mo
If you white don't stop at the light, 'cause a no-no
Runnin' through the malls, us everything polo
The time niggas ain't have beef with the cholos
'92, lit the skyline, and why we loot?
To capture that forbidden cause Adam never ate the fruit
Fuck your blue suits, badge, and them high beams
We out sellin' chronic, we ain't have no Jimmy Iovines
Shit burnin', you gon' more than Visine
We makin' a movie better than anyone I've seen
be on Showtime, HBO, Cinemax
Get a match, we gon' make that y'all remember that (fire)

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

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