God damn devils, done finally made move on South Los Angeles In Watts, the shots don't quit and in Compton we got the same Damn pigs is in straight work Murderin' and just smirk
Ain't but another day at the office So now it's damn near to be a Negro So do I a run for the border? Or fuck Bush, and his "New Order"
The law is the straw that broke the camel's one more punk attack On the black, and now the is on Peel his cap and I'm gone, oh
See now all hell is break loose And Uncle Tom got no juice Nigga shoulda been from the start But he ain't had a heart, for another riot
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So we lost all patience Man police investigations See we gon' this right, tonight We're tearin' up everything in sight
And I ain't got a damn thing to So the news gon' have they hands Not to mention the police, No justice, no
It's a eye for a eye, so don't try and speak On how blacks should turn the other To hell all y'all devils Ain't no love losses for no crosses
So what y'all know this interpretation With your college Y'all best just quiet And get your ass ready for this Watts riot
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Straight pandemonium, niggaz I'm with Mr. done got, got And I'm tossin' cocktails loc 'Til the whole fuckin' smell like smoke
Black folks are locin', no Yo Kam, grab the coke and 'em sure that somethin' is broken And then you can him
Got a clip on the news of me a TV And I don't give a fuck who done me the police with my peers With head and shoulders, and no tears
And they can't me 'Cause, I'm eatin' crackers than Polly For the Jack that the black I gotta do the right for you and Rodney King
Burn his market But you claim, Ice Cube had to spark it Puttin' Beverly Hills in 'Cause Hollywood burnt down last
So if you me Ozzie and Harriet I fuck around and it, huh Ain't makin' the hood look Watts riot, insert city motherfucker
The whole city is on And now it's down to the Time to call for a national 'Cause folk goin' up in smoke
Too fast, they ass is out they know it So when I light cocktail, Cube throw it And sure that it reach motherfucker, that's for Howard Beach
And Brother Olivert X, so what's With punk-ass cowards? of us bring fo' devils And let's get this with, yeah, no shit
We ain't worried dyin' Man, I think you better give up, man, nah, I even tryin' I'd go out fightin' But let y'all tell it I'm a Watts riot
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