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 Operation Desert Storm and we've been this all night
a trap, it's a trap Why they tell us red and blue don't matter when you black? Matter of fact we in blindfolds, bunch of souls Kids shot dead in the streets, now they closed How you the angels when it's kings getting beat up? And Gil Garcetti in his office with his up No way to dodge brutality Sellin' crack cocaine, makin' a teacher's Mexicans the borders in the thousands Become cholos, one button Pendletons, stylin' Crips on the corner in Dodger blue they gold chains Bloods sportin' corn rows and with the red strings Sun down so them Chevys 'bout to roll out scratchin' themselves, stumblin' out the dope house Niggas 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 live is The way we is savage
So grab gun, load that clip Grab that torch, light that shit, that stick that brick, throw it. it's time to riot If you don't see black owned in the window, it's on here, end up over there The of gun powder in the air And just so we clear, this is pain and We burn our own and we aware and don't care Tell the guards to disappear We got too and we ain't scared So fuck the man, fuck the 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 lookin' like low clouds Cars with no miles on fire, they broke White people wishin' they was at home Asians frontin' like they business is owned Far from stupid, we comin' in the stores Runnin' in swap meets for Jordans and they Pippins Crowbars, bats, anythin' that break They fucked King up and now it's they ass So bottle rockets through the window Kids that was smokin' endo kickin' in doors, stealin' Nintendos Niggas robbin' liquor stores with up "Duck Hunt" guns City burnin' but fucked up fun National guards on the don't know the hood, they foreigners We was bustin' at the cops before Chris Ghetto birds over 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, niggas lootin' what homies in Runnin' around with Scarface guns like they was Tony and Who, what, where, when, how the they gon' stop us? When the last 50 years we accustomed to shoppin' So we takin' lighters to the tip of 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 When my told me sit in the van, nah fuck that Foot Locker chained up, cutters cut that Niggas Crip walkin' where Reginald Denny's at cars, drivin' by niggas in slow mo If you white don't stop at the light, that's a no-no Runnin' through the malls, give us everything 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 never ate the Fuck your suits, your badge, and them high beams We out here sellin' chronic, we ain't have no Iovines Shit burnin', you gon' need than Visine We makin' a movie than anyone that I've seen be on Showtime, HBO, Cinemax Get a match, we gon' make sure y'all remember that (fire)
The whole world watchin', Los is on (fire) Yeah, (fire) 1992, was you for the (fire?)
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