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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

It's a trap, a trap
Why ain't tell us red and blue don't matter when you black?
Matter of we in blindfolds, bunch of lost souls
Kids shot in the streets, now they eyes closed
How you call the angels when it's kings getting up?
And Gil Garcetti in his with his feet up
No way to dodge brutality
Sellin' crack cocaine, makin' a salary
Mexicans the borders in the thousands
Become cholos, one Pendletons, they 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 'bout to roll out
Fiends scratchin' themselves, out the dope house
tyin' bandanas, 'bout to put the drum on
Kids tryna make it home 'fore street come on

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

So grab that gun, load clip
Grab that torch, light that shit, grab that
Grab that brick, throw it. time to riot
If you don't see black in the window, it's on fire
Start here, end up over
The of gun powder in the air
And just so we clear, this is pain and
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 Bush and his legislation
Shit gotta change, we ain't waitin', patience
the government corrupt, I can prove it
Martin, Malcolm, Huey P.
And why the whole city out here lootin'
How can we stand here and not do
All this over the hood lookin' like low clouds
Cars no miles on fire, they broke down
White wishin' that they was at home
frontin' like they business is black owned
Far stupid, we comin' in the stores trippin'
in swap meets for they Jordans and they Pippins
Crowbars, bats, anythin' that glass
They fucked Rodney King up and now it's ass
So it's bottle through the window
Kids that was never endo
Fiends in doors, stealin' Nintendos
Niggas robbin' liquor stores taped up "Duck Hunt" guns
City burnin' but fucked up fun
National on the corner
They know the hood, they foreigners
We was bustin' at the cops Chris Dorner
Ghetto birds flyin' the hood, they see us
Showin' the fuck out, the trucks out
Niggas mobbin' down the streets big screens and baskets
Starin' straight the cameras, no ski mask
Just pandemonium, niggas lootin' what they 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 years we to window shoppin'
So we lighters to the tip of magazines
Dip 'em in and set this motherfucker on (fire)

The world watchin', Los Angeles 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 cut that
Niggas Crip where Reginald Denny's truck at
Police cars, drivin' by niggas in mo
If you white don't at the light, 'cause that's a no-no
Runnin' through the malls, us everything polo
The time niggas ain't have beef with the cholos
'92, fire lit the skyline, and why we
To capture that forbidden truth cause never ate the fruit
Fuck your blue suits, your badge, and them high
We out here chronic, we ain't have no Jimmy Iovines
Shit burnin', you gon' need than Visine
We a movie better than anyone that I've seen
be on Showtime, HBO, Cinemax
Get a match, we gon' make sure that y'all remember (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 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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