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

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

So that gun, load that clip
Grab that torch, light shit, grab that stick
that brick, throw it. it's time to riot
If you don't see black owned in the window, on fire
Start here, end up over
The of gun powder in the air
And just so we clear, is pain and despair
We burn our own shit and we aware and care
the national guards to disappear
We got too and we ain't scared
So fuck the man, the President Bush and his legislation
Shit gotta change, we waitin', fuck patience
Cause the corrupt, I can prove it
Martin, Malcolm, Huey P.
And that's why the city out here lootin'
How can we stand and not do shit?
All this smoke over the hood lookin' like low
Cars with no miles on fire, broke down
White wishin' that they was at home
frontin' like they business is black owned
Far from stupid, we in the stores trippin'
Runnin' in swap meets for they and they Pippins
Crowbars, bats, that break glass
They fucked Rodney up and now it's they ass
So it's rockets through the window
Kids was never smokin' endo
Fiends kickin' in doors, stealin'
Niggas robbin' liquor stores with up "Duck Hunt" guns
burnin' but it's fucked up fun
National guards on the
They don't know the hood, they
We was bustin' at the cops before Chris
Ghetto birds flyin' the hood, they see us
the fuck out, cleanin' the trucks out
Niggas mobbin' the streets pushin' big screens and baskets
Starin' straight the cameras, no ski mask
Just pandemonium, niggas lootin' they homies in
Runnin' around with guns like they was Tony and them
Who, what, where, when, how the fuck gon' stop us?
When the last 50 years we to window shoppin'
So we takin' lighters to the tip of
Dip 'em in gasoline and set this 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, wire cutters cut
Niggas Crip walkin' where Reginald Denny's at
cars, drivin' by niggas in slow mo
If you white don't stop at the light, 'cause a no-no
through the malls, give us everything polo
The first time niggas ain't have beef the cholos
'92, lit the skyline, and why we loot?
To capture that forbidden truth cause Adam ate the fruit
Fuck your suits, your badge, and them high beams
We out here sellin' chronic, we ain't have no Jimmy
Shit burnin', you gon' need more Visine
We makin' a movie better than anyone that I've
Should be on Showtime, HBO,
Get a match, we gon' sure that y'all remember that (fire)

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

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