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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 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 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 Garcetti in his office with his up
No way to dodge police
Sellin' cocaine, makin' a teacher's salary
Mexicans the borders in the thousands
Become cholos, one button Pendletons, stylin'
Crips on the corner in Dodger with they gold chains
Bloods sportin' corn and Chucks with the red strings
Sun goin' so them Chevys 'bout to roll out
Fiends themselves, stumblin' out the dope house
tyin' bandanas, 'bout to put the drum on
Kids tryna make it home street lights come on

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

So grab that gun, load that
Grab that torch, light that shit, grab stick
Grab that brick, throw it. time to riot
If you don't see owned in the window, it's on fire
Start here, end up over
The smell of gun in the air
And so we clear, this is pain and despair
We burn our own shit and we and don't care
the national guards to disappear
We got guns too and we ain't
So fuck the man, fuck the President Bush and his
gotta change, we ain't waitin', fuck patience
Cause the government corrupt, I can it
Martin, Malcolm, P. Newton
And that's why the whole out here lootin'
How can we stand here and not do
All this over the hood lookin' like low clouds
Cars with no on fire, they broke down
White people that they was at home
frontin' like they business is black owned
Far from stupid, we in the stores trippin'
Runnin' in meets for they Jordans and they Pippins
Crowbars, bats, anythin' break glass
They fucked Rodney up and now it's they ass
So it's bottle through the window
that was never smokin' endo
Fiends kickin' in doors, Nintendos
robbin' liquor stores with taped up "Duck Hunt" guns
City burnin' but fucked up fun
National on the corner
They know the hood, they foreigners
We was at the cops before Chris Dorner
Ghetto birds flyin' the hood, they see us
Showin' the fuck out, cleanin' the out
Niggas mobbin' down the streets pushin' big screens and
Starin' straight the cameras, no ski mask
Just pandemonium, lootin' what they homies in
Runnin' around with 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 takin' to the tip of magazines
Dip 'em in gasoline and set this 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 chained up, wire cutters cut that
Niggas Crip where Reginald Denny's truck 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, us everything polo
The first time niggas ain't have with the cholos
'92, fire lit the skyline, and why we
To capture that forbidden truth Adam never ate the fruit
your blue suits, your badge, and them high beams
We out here sellin' chronic, we ain't no Jimmy Iovines
Shit burnin', you gon' need more than
We makin' a better than anyone that I've seen
Should be on Showtime, HBO,
Get a match, we gon' make sure y'all remember that (fire)

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

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