POP POP POP another motherfucker drop
Bloods, Crips on the same squad
(And break the white man off somthin lovely, biddy-bye-bye
Lock it down at seven o'clock, then again it's like Beirut
I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why
Bust one to his head while he munches on that donut
But livin in the city it's do-or-die
Much money you got, you still ain't shit
Smash, I crashed his head like a window
With the Ese's thumpin, nigga it's time ta rob and mob
What you wanna do?
And come up on me some furniture or sometin
They find that they couldn't handle us
Town, the motherfuckin cops are all around
Them never ever love me 'cause it's sport to break de
These motherfuckers tryin
How many niggaz are ready to lose?
I don't love dem so they can't love me)
Them riot in Compton and them riot in Long Beach
What you wanna do?
I said how many niggas are ready to lose
Niggaz start to loot and police start to shoot
Creepin with the quickness to the cut
In the back of my car
Me not out for peace and me not Rodney King
Like my niggas from South Central, Los Angeles
I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why
This is now coverin a very, very wide area of Los Angeles where these
Me don't show no love 'cause it's us against them
Nobody told us today, in otherwords
Break em off sometin
Me gun goes click, me gun goes bang
'Cause they will see that I can't be stopped
And swingin at them as well. Like there was a young woman there. You see
Can't get prints so a 9 I throw away
And kill at my own risk if I may
Them rion in they Lakers and don't really wanna see
They wonder where me bailin and don't really understand
Feelin mad, gotta get mine respected
Got a VCR
Ones that suffer in South Africa from apartheid and shit. Devil you need to
The reason why they take me life and me?hand
And I get relived like *?Bop Bop says?*
'Cause what I just heard broke me in half
Ya see when niggas get together they get mad 'cause they can't fade us
And cracker so now he best to back up
Or get prints so my Uzi witta spray
I ain't no dead do', I'm high off the indo
Delay to spray with my AK and put it to rest
Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9
Yo straight puttin down gettin my scoot on
How many niggaz are ready to lose?
Yeah, so what you wanna do?
To show you is, they have started fires down at the end of the street
187 Time, time to grab the glove
Fires have been, aah, ignited. I mean, from here to the, aah, to the south
To catch me and stretch me on Death Row
I guess I gots ta pack up, fillin the clip up, I zip up-
And half the niggaz I know, plus the niggaz on the Row, is bailin
Step your punk ass to the side and let us brothers and us Africans step in
End of South Central is a long way
Yeah, so what you wanna do?
I said how many niggas are ready to lose
There has been videotape and you can see of the, aah, some of the crowd
But livin in the city it's do-or-die
Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9
She took a swing at an officer with some object in her hand
Rioting but there's been looting downtown, but right now Bree, what I want
Let's jump in off in Compton so I gots ta get my loot on
Laugh now but cry much later
One-time trigger happy, no nigga love
That I ganked from the Slauson Swap Meet
'Cause I'ma cock my Glock and pop til they all drop
And start puttin some funk in that ass
Helicopters flyin
But hell no's the poor black refuse to go
And motherfuckers better not try to stop me
Throwin things at the officers
You're still a slave. No matter how
Yes we have. There have been riots, ahh, rioting, well I don't wanna say
Sittin in my livin room calm and collected
