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2016-12-26

  Peace, quiet and good order

  Will be maintained in our city

  To the best of our ability

  Riots, melees and disturbances of

  The peace are against the

  Interests of all our people

  And therefore cannot be permitted

  (The jury found that they were all

  Not guilty, not guilty, not guilty)

  We've been told that all along Crenshaw boulevard

  That there's a series of fires,

  A lot of looting is going on

  A disaster area obviously

  (The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty)

  Make it rough

  (A lot of activity continues here in this command post)

  Make it rough

  (We have sporadic fires throughout the city of Los Angeles)

  Not guilty the filthy, devils tried ta kill me

  When the news get to the hood then niggas will be

  Hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust

  Kickin' up dust is a must

  I can't trust a cracker in a blue uniform

  Stick a nigga like a Unicorn

  Vaughn wicked, Lawrence Powell, foul

  Cut his f**kin' throat and I smile

  Go to Simi valley and surely

  Somebody knows the address of the jury

  Pay a little visit, "Who is it?"

  (Who is Ice Cube?)

  "Can I talk to the grand wizard?", then boom

  Make him eat the barrel, modern day feral

  Now he's zipped up like leather tuscadero

  Pretty soon, we'll catch Sergeant Coon

  Shoot him in the face, run up in him witta broom

  Stick prick, devils ain't shit

  Introduce his ass to the AK40 dick

  Two dazed niggas layin' in the cut

  To get some respect we

  Had to tear this muthaf**ka up

  (Make it rough)

  I gotta Mac10 for officer Wynd

  Damn, his devil ass

  Need to be shipped back to Kansas

  In a casket, crew cut fagot

  Now he ain't nothin' but food for the maggots

  Lunch, punch, Hawaiin lyin'

  Niggas ain't buyin', ya story bore me

  Tearin' up shit with fire, shooters, looters

  Now I got a lap-top computer

  I told you all what happened

  And you heard it, read it

  But all you could call me was anti-semitic

  Regret it, nope, said it, yep

  Listen to my big black boots as I step

  Niggas had to break you off somethin',

  Give bush a push

  But your national guard ain't hard

  You had to get Rodney to stop me

  Cos you know what?

  We woulda teared this muthaf**ka up

  (Huh, make it rough)

  (Huh muggs, make it rough)

  It's on, gone with the wind

  And I know white men can't dunk

  Now I'm stealin' blunts

  And it came from Betty Crocker,

  Overweight and blacker

  Don't f**k with the black-owned stores

  But hit the foot lockers

  Steal, muthaf**k fire, Marshall Bill

  Oh what the hell, throw the cocktail

  I smelt smoke, got the f**k out,

  Ice Cube lucked out

  My nigga had his truck out,

  Didn't get stuck out

  In front of that store with the Nikes and Adidas

  Oh Jesus, surplus got the heaters

  Meet us so we can get the 9's and the what-nots

  Got the Mossberg with the double eyed buckshot

  Ready for Darryl and like beretta wouldn't say

  Keep your eye on the barrel, a sparrow

  Don't do the crime if you can't do the time

  But I'm rollin' so that's a f**ked up slogan

  The hogan's heroes spotted the gorilla by the sizzler

  Hittin' up police killer

  The super duper nigga that'll buck

  We had to tear this muthaf**ka up,

  So what the f**k?

  Huh, make it rough

  Yo muggs, make it rough

  Huh, make it rough

  Enough

  Not guilty verdicts for Stacey Coon,

  Lawrence Powell

  Timothy Wynd and Theodore Vaugsinio

  The four officers accused of beating motorist Rodney King

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