[Intro]
"I'ma say this and I'mma end 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 suffered in South Africa from apartheid and shit, dammit, you need to step your punk ass to the side and let us brothers, and us Africans, step in and start puttin some Foot, in that ass!"
Break 'em off some (x8)
[Hook: Snoop] (x2)
I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why
But livin' in the city, it's do-or-die
[Verse 1: Daz]
Dem wonder why me violent and no really understand
For de reason why me take me law in me own hand
Me not out for peace and me not Rodney King
De gun goes click, me gun goes bang
Dem riot in Compton and dem riot in Long Beach
Dem riot in L.A. cause dem no really wanna see
Niggas start to loot and police start to shoot
Lock us down at seven o'clock, barricades us like Beirut
Me don't show no love cause it's us against dem
Dem never ever love me cause it's sport to break dem
And kill, at my own risk, if I may
To lay, to spray, with my AK, and put it to rest
[Interlude]
[Female reporter:] "Yes we have...there have been riots, ah uh, 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"
[All] How many niggas are ready to loot?
[Snoop] Yeah, so what you wanna do?
[Dre] What you wanna do?
[All] I said, how many niggas are ready to loot?
[KRS-One] Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9
[In background:]
That's what they told us today
In other words, you still a slave
No matter how much money you got, you still ain't shit
[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]
Sitting in my living room, calm and collected
Feeling that gotta-get-mine perspective
Cause what I just heard, broke me in half
And half the niggas I know, plus the niggas on the Row is bailing
Laugh now but cry much later
You see when niggas get together
They get mad cause they can't fade us
Like my niggas from South Central, Los Angeles
They found that they couldn't handle us
Bloods, Crips on the same squad
With the ese's help and, nigga, it's time to rob and mob
(And break the white man off something lovely, biddy-bye-bye
I don't love dem so dem can't love me)
Yo, straight puttin' it down, gettin' my scoot on
It's jumping off in Compton so I gots to get my loot on
And come up on me some furniture or somethin'
Got a VCR in the back of my car
That I ganked from the Slausson Swap Meet
And motherfuckers better not try to stop me
Cause they will see that I can't be stopped
Cause I'ma cock my Glock and pop til they all drop
[Interlude]
[Female reporter:]
"Yes, on the videotape we seem to have the, ah, people in the crowd throwing things at the officers."
[Male reporter:]
"And swinging at them as well, as a result a young woman there, you see took a swing at at an officer with some object in her hand."
[All] How many niggas are ready to loot?
[Snoop] Yeah, so what you wanna do?
[Dre] What you wanna do?
[All] I said, how many niggas are ready to loot?
[KRS-One] Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9
[Hook]
[Verse 3: RBX]
One-Time trigger happy, no nigga love
One-eighty-seven time, time to grab the glove
Can't get prints on a 9 I throw away
Or get prints on my Uzi when it spray
POP-POP, POP, another motherfucker drop
And I get relief like, plop, plop, fizz
Smash, I crashed his head like a window
I ain't Nintendo, I'm high off the indo
Creepin', with the quickness to the cut
Bust one to his head while he munches on a donut
And crack-up, so now he best to back up
I guess I gots to pack up, filling the clip up
I zip up-town but motherfuckin' cops are all around
Helicopters flyin', these motherfuckers tryin'
To catch me and stretch me on Death Row
But hell no, suppose black refuse to go
[Interlude]
[Male reporter:] "This is now covering a very, very wide area of Los Angeles where these fires have been, ah, ignited. I mean, from here to the, ah, to the south end of South Central is a long way."
Break 'em off some (x8)
[Verse 4: Daz]
The outcome of this is destruction, so them all fall
Niggas don't give a fuck, so them bust and them fall
The, description of three blacks
Shows no justice, so, pick up it's your right
If you riot again, me, turn the other cheek
We, be too many, me got, me nine to my side
So me bust, flick, cause he don't give a fuck
And me don't give a fuck
And all my problems end with that BUCK-BUCK
[Outro: Snoop]
Blam, blam, blam til dem fall
Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg, biddy-bye
Dr. Dre, him bust gun shots
Diggidy Daz and RBX, dem bust gun shots
Come again!
