Текст песни
"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")
"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 at this command post")
Make it rough!
("We have sporadic fires, throughout the city of Los Angeles")
Not guilty, the filthy, devils tried to kill me
When the news get to the hood the 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
Born, wicked, Laurence, Powell, foul
Cut his fuckin' throat and I smile
Go to Simi Valley and surely
Somebody knows the address of the jury
Pay a little visit, "Who is it?" (Oh it's 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 Koon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him with a broom
Stick, prick, devils ain't shit
Introduce his ass to the AK-40 dick
Two days niggas layed in the cut
To get some respect, we had to tear this muthafucka up!
"Wrong nigga to fuck with!"
Make it rough!
"Wrong nigga to fuck with!"
I got a Mac-10 for Officer Wind
Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped back to Kansas
In a casket, crew cut faggot
Now he ain't nothing but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, Hawaiian, lying
Niggas ain't buying, ya story, bore me
Tearing up shit with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a laptop computer
I told you it would happen, and you heard it, read it