They said it was for the Black man, they said it was for the Mexican
Give me my share, I want it, give me my share
Give me my share, I want it, give me my share
While I was paticipatin' in some anarchy
'Cause everybody in the hood has had it up to here
And not for the white man
But if you look at the streets it wasn't about Rodney King
Where do you think I got this guitar that you're hearing today?
D-doin' no time
Finally we got our own P A
First spot we hit it was my liqour store
It dawned on me that I need new home furnishings
It's not written on the paper it's on the wall
Next stop we hit it was the music shop
It only took one brick to make that window drop
And I saw her when she came out she was gettin' some Pampers
When we returned to the pad to unload everything
Doesn't wanna see me go
A girl went in the store with her mother and her kids
Give me my share, my share
Since that day my livin' room's been much more comfortable
It's 'bout this fucked up situation and these fucked up police
I finally got all that alcohol I can't afford
You were sittin' home watchin' your TV
And then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire
Red lights flashin' time to retire
But your don't wanna give it to me, you don't wanna see me go
As long as I'm alive, I'mma live illegal
Homicide, never doin' no time
Give me my share, I want it
There was a riot on the streets, tell me where were you?
So once again we filled the van until it was full
But there is a wicked one, a wicked one
1-8-7 on a mother fuckin' cop
It's getting harder and harder and harder each and every year
So National Guard smoke from all around
It's about coming up and staying on top
D-doin' no time
A wicked one wicked, a wicked wicked wicked one
D-doin' no time
But there's the wicked one who doesn't wanna see me go
Give me my share, I need it now, I need it now
