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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 might see in Operation Desert Storm and we've been seeing all night

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

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

So grab that gun, that clip
Grab torch, light that shit, grab that stick
that brick, throw 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 just so we clear, is pain and despair
We burn our own and we aware and don't care
Tell the national guards to
We got guns too and we scared
So fuck the man, fuck the Bush and his legislation
Shit change, we ain't waitin', fuck patience
Cause the government corrupt, I can it
Martin, Malcolm, P. Newton
And that's why the city out here lootin'
How can we here and not do shit?
All smoke over the hood lookin' like low clouds
Cars with no miles on fire, they down
White people wishin' they was at home
frontin' like they business is black owned
Far stupid, we comin' in the stores trippin'
Runnin' in swap meets for they and they Pippins
Crowbars, bats, that break glass
They Rodney King 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 robbin' liquor stores with taped up "Duck Hunt"
City burnin' but fucked up fun
National guards on the
They don't the hood, they foreigners
We was bustin' at the cops Chris Dorner
Ghetto birds flyin' over the hood, see us
Showin' the fuck out, the trucks out
mobbin' down the streets pushin' big screens and baskets
Starin' straight the cameras, no ski mask
Just pandemonium, niggas lootin' what homies in
Runnin' around Scarface guns like they was Tony and them
Who, what, where, when, how the they gon' stop us?
When the last 50 we accustomed to window shoppin'
So we takin' lighters to the tip of
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 with a brick in my hand
When my mother told me sit in the van, nah that
Foot Locker up, wire cutters cut that
Niggas Crip walkin' where Reginald Denny's at
Police cars, by niggas in slow mo
If you white don't stop at the light, 'cause that's a
Runnin' through the malls, give us polo
The first time niggas ain't have beef with the
'92, fire lit the skyline, and why we
To that forbidden truth cause Adam never ate the fruit
Fuck your blue suits, your badge, and high beams
We out here sellin' chronic, we ain't have no Iovines
burnin', you gon' need more than Visine
We makin' a movie better than that I've seen
Should be on Showtime, HBO,
Get a match, we gon' make that y'all remember that (fire)

The whole world watchin', Los 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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