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

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

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

Standin' on the corner with a brick in my
When my told me sit in the van, nah fuck that
Foot Locker chained up, wire cutters cut
Niggas Crip walkin' Reginald Denny's truck at
Police cars, drivin' by 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 ain't 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, badge, and them high beams
We out here sellin' chronic, we have no Jimmy Iovines
burnin', you gon' need more than Visine
We makin' a movie better than anyone that seen
be on Showtime, HBO, Cinemax
Get a match, we gon' make sure that y'all that (fire)

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

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