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Bob, you can pan over a little bit. Look at 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 this all night

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

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

So grab that gun, 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 in the window, it's on fire
Start here, end up there
The of gun powder in the air
And just so we clear, this is and despair
We burn our own shit and we and don't care
Tell the guards to disappear
We got guns too and we ain't
So fuck the man, fuck the President and his legislation
Shit gotta change, we ain't waitin', patience
Cause the government corrupt, I can it
Martin, Malcolm, Huey P.
And that's why the city out here lootin'
How can we here and not do shit?
All this smoke over the hood like low clouds
Cars with no miles on fire, broke down
White people wishin' they was at home
Asians frontin' like they business is owned
Far from stupid, we in the stores trippin'
Runnin' in swap meets for they Jordans and they
Crowbars, bats, anythin' break glass
They fucked Rodney King up and now they ass
So bottle rockets through the window
Kids that was never smokin'
Fiends kickin' in doors, Nintendos
Niggas robbin' liquor with taped up "Duck Hunt" guns
City burnin' but fucked up fun
guards on the corner
They don't know the hood, foreigners
We was bustin' at the cops before Chris
Ghetto birds flyin' over the hood, see us
the fuck out, cleanin' the trucks out
Niggas down the streets pushin' big screens and baskets
Starin' into the cameras, no ski mask
Just pandemonium, niggas what they homies in
Runnin' around Scarface guns like they was Tony and them
Who, what, where, when, how the fuck they stop us?
When the 50 years we accustomed to window shoppin'
So we lighters to the tip of magazines
Dip 'em in and set this motherfucker on (fire)

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

Standin' on the corner a brick in my hand
my mother told me sit in the van, nah fuck that
Foot Locker chained up, wire cut that
Niggas Crip where Reginald Denny's truck at
Police cars, drivin' by in slow mo
If you white don't stop at the light, 'cause that's a
Runnin' the malls, give us everything polo
The first niggas ain't have beef with the cholos
'92, fire lit the skyline, and why we
To capture that truth cause Adam never ate the fruit
Fuck your blue suits, badge, and them high beams
We out sellin' chronic, we ain't have no Jimmy Iovines
Shit burnin', you gon' need more Visine
We makin' a movie better than anyone I've seen
be on Showtime, HBO, Cinemax
Get a match, we gon' make that y'all remember that (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, this living
No, no, no, no
Inflation, no
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