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Bob, you can pan over a little bit. Look at 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 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 fact we in blindfolds, bunch of souls
Kids dead in the streets, now they eyes closed
How you the angels when it's kings getting beat up?
And Gil in his office with his feet 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 in Dodger blue with they gold chains
Bloods sportin' corn rows and Chucks the red strings
Sun down so them Chevys 'bout to roll out
Fiends themselves, stumblin' out the dope house
Niggas bandanas, 'bout to put the drum on
Kids make it home 'fore street lights come on

The way we live is
The way we live is
The way we is savage
The way we live is

So that 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 smell of gun in the air
And so we clear, this is pain and despair
We burn our own shit and we aware and care
Tell the guards to disappear
We got guns too and we ain't
So the man, fuck the President Bush and his legislation
Shit 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 lootin'
How can we here and not do shit?
All this over the hood lookin' like low clouds
Cars with no miles on fire, broke down
White people wishin' they was at home
Asians like they business is black owned
Far from stupid, we in the stores trippin'
Runnin' in swap meets for Jordans and they Pippins
Crowbars, bats, anythin' that glass
They 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' liquor stores 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 cops before Dorner
Ghetto flyin' over the hood, they see us
Showin' the fuck out, cleanin' the out
Niggas mobbin' down the streets pushin' big and baskets
Starin' into the cameras, no ski mask
pandemonium, niggas lootin' what they 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 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 mother told me sit in the van, nah fuck
Locker chained up, wire cutters cut that
Niggas walkin' where Reginald Denny's truck at
Police cars, drivin' by in slow mo
If you white stop at the light, 'cause that's a no-no
Runnin' through the malls, us everything polo
The time niggas ain't have beef with the cholos
'92, fire lit the skyline, and why we
To capture that forbidden truth Adam never ate the fruit
Fuck your blue suits, your badge, and them high
We out here sellin' chronic, we ain't no Jimmy Iovines
Shit burnin', you gon' need more Visine
We a movie better than anyone that I've seen
Should be on Showtime, HBO,
Get a match, we gon' make sure that remember that (fire)

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

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