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 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 when you black? of fact we in blindfolds, bunch of lost souls Kids shot in the streets, now they eyes closed How you call the angels it's kings getting beat up? And Gil Garcetti in his with his feet up No way to dodge police Sellin' crack cocaine, a teacher's salary Mexicans hoppin' the in the thousands Become cholos, one Pendletons, they stylin' Crips on the corner in Dodger blue with gold chains Bloods corn rows and Chucks with the red strings Sun goin' down so them Chevys 'bout to out Fiends scratchin' themselves, stumblin' out the house Niggas bandanas, 'bout to put the drum on Kids make it home '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, load that Grab that torch, light that shit, that stick Grab that brick, throw it. it's time to If you don't see black in the window, it's on fire here, end up over there The smell of gun in the air And just so we clear, this is and despair We burn our own and we aware and don't care the national guards to disappear We got guns too and we ain't So fuck the man, the President Bush and his legislation Shit gotta change, we ain't waitin', 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 here and not do All this over the hood lookin' like low clouds with no miles on fire, they broke down White people wishin' that was at home Asians frontin' like they is black owned Far from stupid, we in the stores trippin' Runnin' in swap meets for Jordans and they Pippins Crowbars, bats, anythin' break glass They fucked Rodney King up and now it's ass So it's bottle rockets through the Kids that was never endo Fiends in doors, stealin' Nintendos Niggas liquor stores with taped up "Duck Hunt" guns City burnin' but fucked up fun National guards on the They don't the hood, they foreigners We was bustin' at the before Chris Dorner Ghetto birds flyin' over the hood, see us the fuck out, cleanin' the trucks out Niggas mobbin' down the streets pushin' big and baskets straight into the cameras, no ski mask Just pandemonium, niggas lootin' what homies in Runnin' around with Scarface guns they was Tony and them Who, what, where, when, how the fuck gon' stop us? When the last 50 we accustomed to window shoppin' So we takin' lighters to the tip of Dip 'em in gasoline and set this on (fire)
The world watchin', Los Angeles 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, wire cutters cut Niggas Crip walkin' where Denny's truck at cars, drivin' by niggas in slow mo If you don't stop at the light, 'cause that's a no-no Runnin' through the malls, give us everything The first time niggas 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 sellin' chronic, we ain't have no Iovines Shit burnin', you need more than 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?)
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