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Bob, you can pan over a little bit. Look at this right here, this is a suburban 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 this all night

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

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

So grab that gun, load that
Grab that torch, light that shit, that stick
Grab brick, throw it. it's time to riot
If you don't see owned in the window, it's on fire
here, end up over there
The smell of gun in the air
And so we clear, this is pain and despair
We burn our own shit and we aware and care
Tell the guards to disappear
We got guns too and we scared
So fuck the man, fuck the Bush and his legislation
Shit gotta change, we ain't waitin', patience
Cause the government corrupt, I can it
Martin, Malcolm, P. Newton
And that's why the city out here lootin'
How can we stand here and not do
All this smoke over the hood lookin' low clouds
Cars with no on fire, they broke down
White people wishin' they was at home
Asians frontin' like they is black owned
Far stupid, we comin' in the stores trippin'
in swap meets for they Jordans and they Pippins
Crowbars, bats, anythin' break glass
They fucked Rodney up and now it's they ass
So bottle rockets through the window
that was never smokin' endo
Fiends kickin' in doors, stealin'
Niggas robbin' liquor stores with taped up "Duck Hunt"
burnin' but it's fucked up fun
National on the corner
They don't know the hood, foreigners
We was bustin' at the cops before Chris
birds flyin' over the hood, they see us
Showin' the fuck out, cleanin' the out
Niggas mobbin' down the streets pushin' big and baskets
Starin' into the cameras, no ski mask
Just pandemonium, lootin' what they homies 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 to window shoppin'
So we takin' to the tip of magazines
Dip 'em in gasoline and set motherfucker on (fire)

The world 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 fuck
Foot chained up, wire cutters cut that
Niggas Crip walkin' where Reginald truck at
Police cars, by niggas in slow mo
If you white don't stop at the light, that's a no-no
through the malls, give us everything polo
The first time ain't have beef with the cholos
'92, lit the skyline, and why we loot?
To capture that forbidden truth cause never ate the fruit
Fuck your blue suits, your badge, and them beams
We out here sellin' chronic, we have no Jimmy Iovines
Shit burnin', you need more than Visine
We makin' a movie better than anyone that seen
Should be on Showtime, HBO,
Get a match, we gon' make sure y'all remember that (fire)

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

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