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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 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

a trap, it's a trap
Why they ain't tell us red and blue don't matter you black?
Matter of fact we in blindfolds, bunch of lost
Kids shot in the streets, now they eyes closed
How you call the angels when it's kings beat up?
And Gil Garcetti in his office his feet up
No way to dodge police
crack cocaine, makin' a teacher's salary
Mexicans hoppin' the borders in the
Become cholos, one button Pendletons, they
on the corner in Dodger blue with they gold chains
Bloods sportin' corn rows and Chucks the red strings
Sun goin' down so them Chevys 'bout to out
Fiends scratchin' themselves, stumblin' out the dope
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 is savage
The way we live is
The way we is savage

So grab gun, load that clip
that torch, light that shit, grab that stick
Grab that brick, throw it. it's to riot
If you see black owned 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 and despair
We burn our own and we aware and don't care
Tell the national guards to
We got guns too and we scared
So fuck the man, fuck the President and his legislation
gotta change, we ain't waitin', fuck patience
Cause the corrupt, I can prove it
Martin, Malcolm, Huey P.
And that's why the whole city out here
How can we stand and not do shit?
All this smoke over the lookin' like low clouds
Cars no miles on fire, they broke down
White wishin' that they was at home
Asians frontin' like they is black owned
Far from stupid, we comin' in the trippin'
Runnin' in swap for they Jordans and they Pippins
Crowbars, bats, anythin' that glass
fucked Rodney 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' stores with 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 pushin' big screens and
straight into the cameras, no ski mask
Just pandemonium, niggas lootin' 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 last 50 we accustomed to window shoppin'
So we lighters to the tip of magazines
Dip 'em in gasoline and set motherfucker on (fire)

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

Standin' on the corner with a in my hand
When my mother me sit in the van, nah fuck that
Locker chained up, wire cutters cut that
Niggas Crip walkin' Reginald Denny's truck at
Police cars, drivin' by in slow mo
If you white don't stop at the light, 'cause a no-no
Runnin' through the malls, give us everything
The first time niggas ain't beef with the cholos
'92, fire lit the skyline, and why we
To capture forbidden truth cause Adam never ate the fruit
Fuck your blue suits, your badge, and them beams
We out here sellin' chronic, we ain't have no Jimmy
burnin', you gon' need more than Visine
We makin' a better than anyone that 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 holla
The way do my life
Make me wanna
The way do my life
This ain't living, this living
No-no baby, this ain't
No, no, no, no
Inflation, no
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