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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