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("Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our city |
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to the best of our ability. Riots, melees and disturbances |
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of the peace are against the interests of all our people; and |
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therefore cannot be permitted.") |
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("The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty...") |
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("We've been told that all along Crenshaw Boulevard |
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that there's a series of fires. A lot of looting is going on. |
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A disaster area, obviously.") |
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("The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty...") |
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[Cube] Make it rough |
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("A lot of activity continues here at this command post.") |
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[Cube] Make it rough!! |
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("We have sporadic fires, throughout the city of Los Angeles.") |
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[Verse 1] |
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Not guilty, the filthy, devils tried to kill me |
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When the news get to the hood the niggaz will be |
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hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust |
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Kickin up dust is a must |
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I can't trust, a cracker in a blue uniform |
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Stick a nigga like a unicorn |
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Born, wicked, Laurence, Powell, foul |
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Cut his fuckin throat and I smile |
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Go to Simi Valley and surely |
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somebody knows the address of the jury |
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Pay a little visit, "Who is it?" (Ohh it's Ice Cube) |
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"Can I talk to the grand wizard," then boom!! |
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Make him eat the barrel, modern day feral |
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Now he's zipped up like leather tuscadero |
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Pretty soon we'll catch Sergeant Koon |
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Shoot him in the face, run up in him with a broom- |
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-stick, prick, devils ain't shit |
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Introduce his ass to the AK-40 dick |
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Two days niggaz layed in the cut |
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To get some respect we had to tear this muthafucka up |
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{"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} |
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[Cube] Make it rough |
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{"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} |
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[Verse 2] |
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I gotta mac-10 for Officer Wind |
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Damn his devil ass need to be shipped back to Kansas |
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in a casket, crew cut faggot |
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Now he ain't nothin but food for the maggots |
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Lunch, punch, Hawaiin, lyin |
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Niggas ain't buyin, ya story, bore me |
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Tearin up shit with fire, shooters, looters |
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Now I got a laptop computer |
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I told you it would happened and you heard it, read it |
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But all you can call me was anti-semitic |
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Regret it? Nope, said it? Yep |
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Listen to my big black boots as I step |
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Niggaz had to break you off somethin, give Bush a push |
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But your National Guard ain't hard |
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You had to get Rodney to stop me, cause you know what? |
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We woulda to' this muthafucka up |
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{"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} |
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[Cube] Make it rough |
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{"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} |
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[Cube] Ay Muggs, make it rough! |
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{"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} |
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{"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} |
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[Verse 3] |
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It's on, "Gone With the Wind" |
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and I know white men can't dunk, now I'm stealin blunts |
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And a cake from Betty Crocker, Orville Reddenbacher |
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Don't fuck with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers |
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Steal, motherfuck Fire Marshall Bill |
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Oh what the hell, throw the cocktail, I smell smoke |
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Got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked out |
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My nigga had his truck out, didn't get stuck out |
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in front of that store with the Nikes and Adidas |
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Oh Jesus, Western Surplus got the heaters |
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Meet us, so we can get the 9's and the what-nots |
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Got the Mossberg with the double eyed buckshot |
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Ready for Darryl, and like Beretta would say |
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keep your eye on the barrel, a sparrow |
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Don't do the crime if you can't do the time |
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But I'm rollin, so that's a fucked up slogan |
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The Hogan's, Heroes, spotted the guerilla |
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by the Sizzler, hittin up police killer |
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The super-duper nigga that'll buck |
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We had to tear this muthafucka up, so what the fuck!?! |
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{"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} |
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[Cube] Huh, make it rough! |
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{"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} |
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[Cube] Yo Muggs, make it rough |
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{"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} |
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[Cube] Huh, make it rough |
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{"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} |
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[Cube] Enough! |
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{"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} |
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{"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} |
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{"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} |
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{"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} |
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{"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} |
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{"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} |
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{"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} |
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("Not guilty verdicts for Stacey Koon, Laurence Powell, Timothy |
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Wind, and Theodore Briseno. The four officers accused of beating |
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motorist Rodney King.") |