文本歌词

I'ma say this and I'ma gettin mine
If you ain't down for the Africans
Here in the United States, period point blank
If you ain't down for the
Ones that suffer in South Africa from apartheid and sh*t
Devil you need to
Step your punk a** to the side
And let us brothers and us Africans step in
And start puttin some funk in that a**
Break em off sometin...
I got my finger on the trigger so ni**az wonder why
But livin in the city it's do-or-die
I got my finger on the trigger so ni**az wonder why
But livin in the city it's do-or-die
They wonder where me bailin and don't really understand
The reason why they take me life and me hand
Me not out for peace and me not Rodney King
Me gun goes click, me gun goes bang
Them riot in Compton and them riot in Long Beach
Them rion in they Lakers and don't really wanna see
Ni**az start to loot and police start to shoot
Lock it down at seven o'clock, then again it's like Beirut
Me don't show no love cuz it's us against them
Them never ever love me cuz it's sport to break de
And kill at my own risk if I may
Delay to spray with my AK and put it to rest
Yes we have. There have been riots
Ahh, rioting, well I don't wanna say
Rioting but there's been looting downtown
But right now Bree, what I want
To show you is
They have started fires down at the end of the street
How many ni**az are ready to lose?
Yeah, so what you wanna do?
What you wanna do?
I said how many ni**as are ready to lose
Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9
Nobody told us today, in otherwords
You're still a slave. No matter how
Much money you got, you still ain't sh*t
Sittin in my livin room calm and collected
Feelin mad, gotta get mine respected
Cuz what I just heard broke me in half
And half the ni**azI know
Plus the ni**azon the Row, is bailin
Laugh now but cry much later
Ya see when ni**as get together
They get mad cuz they can't fade us
Like my ni**as from South Central, Los Angeles
They find that they couldn't handle us
Bloods, Crips on the same squad
With the Ese's thumpin
Ni**a it's time ta rob and mob
Yo straight puttin down gettin my scoot on
Let's jump in off in Compton so I gots ta get my loot on
And come up on me some furniture or sometin
Got a VCR
In the back of my car
That I ganked from the Slauson Swap Meet
And motherf**kers better not try to stop me
Cuz they will see that I can't be stopped
Cuz I'ma cock my Glock and pop til they all drop
There has been videotape and you can see of the
Aah, some of the crowd
Throwin things at the officers
And swingin at them as well
Like there was a young woman there
You see she took a swing at an officer
With some object in her hand
How many ni**azare ready to lose?
Yeah, so what you wanna do?
What you wanna do?
I said how many ni**as are ready to lose
Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9
I got my finger on the trigger so ni**azwonder why
But livin in the city it's do-or-die
I got my finger on the trigger so ni**azwonder why
But livin in the city it's do-or-die
One-time trigger happy, no ni**a love
187 time, time to grab the glove
Can't get prints so a 9 I throw away
Or get prints so my Uzi witta spray
POP POP POP another motherf**ker drop
And I get relived like Bop Bop says
Smash, I crashed his head like a window
I ain't no dead do', I'm high off the indo
Creepin with the quickness to the cut
Bust one to his head while he munches on that donut
And cracker so now he best to back up
I guess I gots ta pack up, fillin the clip up, I zip up-
Town, the motherf**kin cops are all around
Helicopters flyin
These motherf**kers tryin
To catch me and stretch me on Death Row
But hell no's the poor black refuse to go
This is now coverin a very
Very wide area of Los Angeles where these
Fires have been, aah, ignited. I mean
From here to the, aah, to the south
End of South Central is a long way
Break em off sometin
The outcome of this is destruction so the more fall
Ni**az don't give a f**k so tem bust and before
Ni**az backin up three black shows
No justice so they copied ya right
And here I am again, me, turn the other cheek, me
Be too many wigs got me 9 to my tights
So me bust, flick cuz he don't give a f**k
And me don't give a f**kin of my problems
In with their F**K F**K
Blak blam, blam to dem fall
Listen to the shots from my ni**a Doggy Dogg, biddy-bye
Dr Dre him bust gun shots
Diggity Daz and RBX them bust gun shots