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  • Flying Lotus – Ain’t No Coming Back Lyrics

    [Chorus: Busdriver]
    Your god is from the underground
    So when you pray, you can now fuck around
    No one will ever save you
    Once your dead, then your dead
    There is no coming back
    Your god is from the underground
    So when you pray, you can now fuck around
    No one will ever save you
    Once your dead, then your dead
    There is no coming back

    [Verse 1: Busdriver]
    News flash!
    The world cracks wide the fuck open
    Swallowing you and your homies whole
    Whole notes, holistic remedies, the whole kit and kaboodle
    It is holier than thou
    Digested by the earth, I’ve been jailed in the essence
    Bewitched, imprisoned, disappear in the black expanse

    [Chorus]
    Your god is from the underground
    So when you pray, you can now fuck around
    No one will ever save you
    Once your dead, then your dead
    There is no coming back
    Your god is from the underground
    So when you pray, you can now fuck around
    No one will ever save you
    Once your dead, then your dead
    There is no coming back

    [Verse 2]
    Grounded, yeah I’ve been grounded
    Angelic limbs in flight taxidermied into coat hangers
    My son asked me if we would live
    My son truthfully asked me if we would live
    Carbonite breakfast cereals with a cyanide taste profile
    Leaving little room for imagination
    Either that or nothing but room for imagination
    Come to the temple of the intergalactic high command
    To distract from your tomb, to distract from your tomb
    Awash in afterworld reasoning and hood magic, made into metaphysics
    Comb-straight, as streets crumble and bones break
    As streets crumble and bones break
    It’s mixing ash with blood, as the hell is normalized
    Welcome to Los Angeles, motherfucker!

    [Chorus]
    Your god is from the underground
    So when you pray, you can now fuck around
    No one will ever save you
    Once your dead, then your dead
    There is no coming back


  • Anderson .Paak – ‘Тil It’s Over

    [Verse 1]
    We stayed up all night watching the comedy show
    That aged whiskey and hydro
    Good lord, what a nice conversation
    I’m too floored to get anywhere safely
    You know I talk about you highly
    I’m fascinated for the time being
    We can laugh until the morning
    Or we can dance in the hallway

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Only one more night in Los Angeles
    I really thought I could handle it
    But the funny thing is, I was holding back tears
    I didn’t think this day would happen
    I give all this up for a chance at it
    You would have thought I’d be the man for this
    But the funny thing is, we can never stay here
    I didn’t think this day could happen

    [Chorus]
    I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
    I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
    I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
    I’ma ride it ’til it’s over

    [Breakdown]
    I’ma ride, I’ma ride
    Ride
    I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
    I’ma ride, I’ma ride
    I’ma ride, I’ma ride

    [Verse 2]
    And don’t all this new music sound the same?
    Yeah, we must be getting old and grey
    We left early, girl, that bed was shitty anyway
    We went home and left our clothes up in the living space, aye
    Would you stay if your heart had the power?
    Would you run and find another life to imitate?
    It’s important that we make the best of short time
    You could never be my one and only, anyway
    Say, can’t a young man dream?
    Can’t we all live the life on a widescreen?
    What’s the point? Yeah
    Yeah, we had fun, if only for the time being

    [Chorus]
    I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
    I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
    I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
    I’ma ride it ’til it’s over

    [Breakdown]
    I’ma ride, I’ma ride
    Ride
    I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
    I’ma ride, I’ma ride
    I’ma ride, I’ma ride

    [Chorus]
    I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
    I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
    I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
    I’ma ride it ’til it’s over

    [Breakdown]
    I’ma ride, I’ma ride
    Ride
    I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
    I’ma ride, I’ma ride
    I’ma ride, I’ma ride


  • Anderson .Paak – ‘Til It’s Over Lyrics

    [Verse 1]
    We stayed up all night watching the comedy show
    That aged whiskey and hydro
    Good lord, what a nice conversation
    I’m too floored to get anywhere safely
    You know I talk about you highly
    I’m fascinated for the time being
    We can laugh until the morning
    Or we can dance in the hallway

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Only one more night in Los Angeles
    I really thought I could handle it
    But the funny thing is, I was holding back tears
    I didn’t think this day would happen
    I give all this up for a chance at it
    You would have thought I’d be the man for this
    But the funny thing is, we can never stay here
    I didn’t think this day could happen

    [Chorus]
    I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
    I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
    I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
    I’ma ride it ’til it’s over

    [Breakdown]
    I’ma ride, I’ma ride
    Ride
    I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
    I’ma ride, I’ma ride
    I’ma ride, I’ma ride

    [Verse 2]
    And don’t all this new music sound the same?
    Yeah, we must be getting old and grey
    We left early, girl, that bed was shitty anyway
    We went home and left our clothes up in the living space, aye
    Would you stay if your heart had the power?
    Would you run and find another life to imitate?
    It’s important that we make the best of short time
    You could never be my one and only, anyway
    Say, can’t a young man dream?
    Can’t we all live the life on a widescreen?
    What’s the point? Yeah
    Yeah, we had fun, if only for the time being

    [Chorus]
    I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
    I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
    I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
    I’ma ride it ’til it’s over

    [Breakdown]
    I’ma ride, I’ma ride
    Ride
    I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
    I’ma ride, I’ma ride
    I’ma ride, I’ma ride

    [Chorus]
    I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
    I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
    I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
    I’ma ride it ’til it’s over

    [Breakdown]
    I’ma ride, I’ma ride
    Ride
    I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
    I’ma ride, I’ma ride
    I’ma ride, I’ma ride


  • Jaden Smith – Falcon (feat. Raury)

    [Verse 1: Jaden Smith]
    You got the cash, well I am about to come in and embezzle it
    I am on a whole ‘nother level
    I put the bass up in your face
    You’re feeling it treble
    You jokers corny like kettle
    My superflow is olympic that I need a medal
    Pop out the bushes like "Hello!"
    I reach for the top and never settle
    You say you rock, you a pebble
    I rock and roll, I’m heavy metal
    Where are you now
    Where are you now (I’m whipping it)
    Sitting back, Listening
    Where are you, Where are you now
    (Dipping it, butterfly, butterfly)
    Where are you now
    Falcon, Falcon, Fuck em

    [Hook: Jaden Smith]
    There’s cops on the road, Fuck em
    There’s cops on the road
    There’s cops on the road, Fuck em
    There’s cops on the road, Falcon
    I’m on the move
    Cops on the road, Douse em
    I got you all bouncing, Falcon

    [Bridge 1: Raury]
    I am not afraid to walk the lonely road
    I’m so curious of where we go, oh
    Who really cares, we won’t be there
    When kingdom comes, it all falls down

    [Verse 2: Jaden Smith]
    I hope wherever you are
    You can see all of the stars, constellations
    I’m impatient, you are
    Beautiful (beautiful)
    You should know (you should know)
    Wherever you go, imma follow
    Wherever you go, imma follow
    My heart is so hollow, I’m high as Apollo
    Seventeen, having problems with all of them models
    Who rather bring bottles on bottles
    We gotta go skrt, hand on the throttle

    [Bridge 2: Jaden Smith]
    Oh only you, can hold me down
    What do you think I’m doing when you’re not around
    I’m just at home by myself
    (Or out with them girls, oh we both know that doesn’t help me)
    (No, no I’m ready to go)
    So much better than before
    Nigga said I wasn’t dope
    But now my head is on the road

    [Break]
    Bounce (got me swerving on the road)
    Bounce (all them cops is on the road)
    Bounce, Bounce (Cops, Falcon)

    [Verse 3: Raury & Jaden Smith]
    Looking at my life East Atlanta
    I’m an African American a variant to what my city’s like
    The world’s going to hell
    I just roll up the gas
    And pass it all around the circle for my day 1 homies
    Oh, you acting like you know me
    Remember when I was so lowkey
    Chill in the club, with a doobie and a cutie
    Well I got a lil vibe, I know they gone judge me
    But that’s a necessary evil
    And I was gonna sin like people
    I’m living a lie, trying to do this right
    Go mama do your dance
    Leave my money in advance, the Louie V pants
    I’m never playing bout my bands
    Kick in your door, “Doo! Doo! Doo!"
    With the tool in my hand
    Raury they don’t understand
    We had to stick it to the man
    We bout to hit the road
    Leave the money where I can
    Let them hate on this event
    That’s just a piece of the plan

    [Skit: News reporter]
    Breaking news. There seems to be a high speed police chase, at north bound on the Los Angeles 101 freeway. There seems to be two cars trying to outrun police officers with falcon winged doors. This is interesting stay tuned


  • Mila J – La La Land (Dopamine Album)

    [Intro]
    Here we are in Los Angeles
    Early part of the weekend
    Well, for your Monday we’re gonna keep things dry, sunny and, well, warm

    [Hook]
    Miss everything about you when I’m on the road
    You the one I come home to after a show
    Say I love you even though I know you know
    You the only one I’m missing on the road

    Straight up, for sho’
    You the one I think about the most, when I smoke
    Straight up, you know
    I can’t let go, let go

    [Pre-Hook]
    You the one I come home to after a show
    Say I love you even though I know you know
    You the only one I know that got that right pack on, got that right pack

    [Hook]
    Miss everything about you when I’m on the road
    You the one I come home to after a show
    Say I love you even though I know you know
    You the only one I’m missing on the road

    [Verse 1]
    You missed the wave last night
    Wish you could’ve been here
    Had no regrets last night
    Still I wish you could’ve been here
    ‘Cause it’s too hard, too hard now
    When you’re so far, so far now
    Straight up, you know
    Can’t wait to come home, come home

    [Pre-Hook]
    You the one I come home to after a show
    Say I love you even though I know you know
    You the only one I know that got that right pack on, got that right pack

    [Hook]
    Miss everything about you when I’m on the road
    You the one I come home to after a show
    Say I love you even though I know you know
    You the only one I’m missing on the road

    Straight up, for sho’
    You the one I think about the most, when I smoke
    Straight up, you know
    I can’t let go, let go

    Straight up, for sho’
    You the one I think about the most, when I smoke
    Straight up, you know
    I can’t let go, let go

    [Pre-Hook]
    You the one I come home to after a show
    Say I love you even though I know you know
    You the only one I know that got that right pack on, got that right pack

    [Hook]
    Miss everything about you when I’m on the road
    You the one I come home to after a show
    Say I love you even though I know you know
    You the only one I’m missing on the road

    Straight up, for sho’
    You the one I think about the most, when I smoke
    Straight up, you know
    I can’t let go, let go

    Straight up, for sho’
    You the one I think about the most, when I smoke
    Straight up, you know
    I can’t let go, let go

    [Outro]
    Pulled over to the main interchange in downtown Los Angeles, we advise
    All freeways heavily congested
    Primarily, the Harbor freeway inbound to the Civic Center
    The Hollywood freeway outbound from the Civic Center
    The Pasadena freeway heavily conjested outbound
    And the San Bernadino freeway


  • Pitbull – International Love

    You can’t catch me boy
    I am overseas at about a hundred Gs for sure
    Don’t test me boy (don’t test me boy) ’cause I rap with the best
    Fo’ sho three oh five to the death of me
    Cremate my body let the ocean have what’s left of me
    But for now forget about that
    Blow the whistle, baby you’re the referee

    You put it down like New York City
    I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
    My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
    Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
    Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

    I don’t play football
    But I’ve touched down everywhere (everywhere?) everywhere
    I don’t play baseball
    But I’ve hit a home run everywhere everywhere
    I’ve been to countries and cities I can’t pronounce
    And the places on the globe I didn’t know existed
    In Romania she pulled me to the side
    And told me Pit you can have me and my sister
    In Lebanon yeah the women the bomb
    And in Greece you guessed it the women are sweet
    Been all around the world
    But I ain’t gonna lie there’s nothing like Miami’s heat

    You put it down like New York City
    I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
    My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
    Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
    Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

    Down in DR they’re looking for visa’s
    I Ain’t taking credit cards if you know what I mean
    En cuba la cosa esta dura
    But the woman get down, if you know what I mean
    En Colombia the women got everything done, but they’re
    Some of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen
    In Brazil they’re freaky with big ol’ boobs
    And their thongs, blue yellow and green
    En L.A. tengo la Mexicana, en New York tengo la boricua
    Besitos para todas las mujeres en Venezuela, muah
    Y en Miami tengo cualquiera

    You put it down like New York City
    I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
    My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
    Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
    Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

    There’s not a place that your love don’t affect me baby
    So don’t ever change
    I crossed the globe when I’m with you baby, hey

    You put it down like New York City
    I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
    My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
    Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
    Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

    You put it down like New York City
    I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
    My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
    Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
    Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

    You’re international, so international
    You’re international, so international
    You’re international, so international
    Whoa whoa oh whoa whoa oh, international love
    Whoa whoa oh whoa whoa oh, international love


  • Sean Leon – Hey Pretty Girl With The Dirty Mouth II (I Think You’ve Gone Mad (Or The Sins Of The Father) Album)

    [Bridge 1]
    I’ll call you when I’m sober
    I’ll call you when I’m sober
    I wish I wasn’t high
    I’ll call you when I’m sober
    It’s the summer and I’m anxious
    I wish I wasn’t high

    [Hook]
    Hey pretty girl with the dirty mouth
    Pretty girl with the dirty mouth
    You’ll be a man’s wife one day

    [Bridge 2]
    I heard it rains in Seattle
    I wouldn’t know, I never left Toronto
    I heard there’s plenty pretty women out in Paris
    I wouldn’t know, cause I never left Toronto
    And if it’s windy out in Chicago
    I wouldn’t know, I’ve never left Toronto
    And if there’s good times in Los Angeles
    I wouldn’t know, I’ve never left Toronto

    [Hook]
    Pretty girl with the dirty mouth
    You’ll be a man’s wife one day

    [Bridge 1 ]
    I’ll call you when I’m sober
    I’ll call you when I’m sober
    I wish I wasn’t high
    (I heard there’s plenty pretty women out in Paris)
    I’ll call you when I’m sober
    (Pretty girl with the dirty mouth)
    It’s the summer and I’m anxious
    I wish I wasn’t high
    (You’ll be a man’s wife one day )


  • Jonwayne – Human Condition (Rap Album Two Album)

    [Verse 1]
    Put my mind in my head
    And my head in my hands
    And my hands on this body
    And my body on land
    And this land on this earth
    And this earth in the system
    And the system in my thoughts
    And my thoughts into wishes
    And this wishes are just dreams
    These dreams are just goals
    These goals
    Make a man wanna be more than that
    And the ghosts just laugh
    And hope that I don’t pass
    This is an ode to my opposition
    I know my flow is full of contradiction
    And good luck getting the right brain to play with the left
    But hand over breast
    I’m gonna try as long as plant life sustaining my breath
    The very same God used for badminton with Death
    That hot smog riddled Los Angeles breath
    That hard, heavy hitting old Anakin breath
    And opposition get that old mannequin rest
    Cause after this they know there’s no more expanding their chest

    [Verse 2]
    Watch me hang to the rim as these people feel the grim
    My people kicking buckets like (sighs)
    And that’s a fine commitment to the human condition
    You say committing sin
    But i say stupid decisions
    You’ll throw tomato in the face of bravado
    Not my fault that the Model-T is parked in the pothole
    Get out my grotto
    Before I get out the bottle
    (Get out my face)
    I don’t wanna see a doctor or hospital
    I’m fine and this age is just a number
    I’m seeing triple digits, no wonder
    My eyesight is shit
    My mind is asunder
    My hands are in the cup
    And my body is under
    A lot of pressure with this poisonous flask
    No measure when I take off the mask
    Keep my soul under glass
    The devil’s shopping through the window
    Since I was hanging loose with these lame-ass kiddos
    It’s foggy through the Grey Goose and Gray Gas indo

    For real


  • KAMI – Right Now (feat. Vic Mensa)

    [Hook: Vic Mensa]
    Somebody tell me what’s good
    Cause I been doing better right now
    We roll our issues in them Backwoods
    Bitches bigger than a nigga, niggas stressed out
    But everybody got their own problems
    I got mine I got mine I got mine
    Everybody don’t know how to solve ’em
    But I got mine I got mine I got mine

    [Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
    Yeah
    I don’t like the club but I like to have a table
    I don’t like TV but you see my ass on cable
    This shit could change so quick man
    Just a year ago, I was leaving momma’s house behind a Toyota steering wheel
    Fast forward just two months got my own apartment
    Fucking hoes with my girl at stake on some Joan of Arc shit
    My girl so TNT you know she know the drama
    I got baby momma problems with no baby mama
    By brother Joey paying child support he love his daughter
    My other brother momma own that rock but no Gibralter
    His Granny lost the crib now he’s sleeping in them bandos
    Police running in at 8am, he jumping out the window
    I’m in LA buying Saint-Laurent of Venmo cash
    Lease the whip and two cribs money for the rent go fast
    I’m on a bender like Avatar, ecstasy addiction
    Sometimes I wish I could pass away just to see my niggas
    It’s been a minute since childhood, the hood don’t seem the same
    They show no mercy to the meek inside this fearless game
    You see what Drizzy did to Milly this shit ain’t a battle
    I don’t wanna watch the murder rate but I can’t change the channel
    Jealousy and desperation that shit is all around me
    My brother Kami still selling grams you think I’m worried ’bout a Grammy
    Old man asked me for change so he could buy a bottle
    I’m tryna’ get drunk too nigga I got my own problems

    [Hook: Vic Mensa]
    Somebody tell me what’s good
    Cause I been doing better right now
    We roll our issues in them Backwoods
    Bitch bigger than a nigga, niggas stressed out
    But everybody got their own problems
    I got mine I got mine I got mine
    Everybody don’t know how to solve ’em
    But I got mine I got mine I got mine

    [Verse 2: KAMI]
    I hate the way they talk on you when you ain’t around
    Open they mouth revealing crooked smiles
    These days I been feeling abandoned since my niggas got that crib in Los Angeles
    To these hoes: heartbreaks in the form of friendly handshakes
    I gotta go
    I need a bad duet to pour moet to drown this pain
    Just cause it’s champaign don’t mean that this shit a celebration
    Pour some bubbly for my niggas that’s been on vacation
    Pour some bubbles for our niggas that gon’ never make it
    Self-medicated, overdosing I need respiration
    I’m running out of time, I’m running out of time
    Everybody got their own problems now I know this
    We runnin’ out of time, they said the world was mine

    [Bridge: KAMI]
    They said the world was mine, they said the world was mine
    They said the world was mine, they said the world was mine

    [Verse 3: KAMI]
    Thank you and yes I really believe it
    The moment I heard them breathe it
    When me and Joe made that season
    We had to give y’all a reason
    I had to keep the lights on
    I need my on power on, Farrakhan
    Something on my arm, skin tint just like Sherezade’s
    And life’s been playing out like an opera
    Just like that motherfuckin’ opera
    I watched some fat lady sing, I gotten used to some things I held on things, they was close
    Upgrade that Merc to a Ghost
    It’s like you bound to see Ghosts, when you start living the most
    I’m doing this my way, I drive i swerve just like Sinatra
    I swerve in any lane that car so black it grew a conscience
    Same niggas next to me, duck that fact just like we playing Contra
    We still alive, we stay alive and then repeat that process
    There’s no such thing, there’s no such thing as running out of options
    There’s no such thing, there’s no such thing as running out of options
    Take your time with it, take your time with it
    Don’t get caught up tryna do this shit for right now


  • MC Eiht – Runn The Blocc (feat. Maylay) letras

    [Intro: Young Maylay]

    [Verse 1: Young Maylay]
    Maylay shoot the shit since the youth that [?]
    The big homies knew what fruit to pick, who was [?]
    The missions for the [?]
    Someone’s breakin’ and enterin’, others takin’, deliverin’, the caterin’, the kitchen men
    The difference then, blacks owned hella houses
    If you was snitchin’, wasn’t livin’ to tell about it
    If you was right, we’d fight all day and night
    But doing wrong, you on your own for life
    I’m from Los Angeles, big guns, women, and canabis
    Niggas can’t run from where the cameras is
    Cause when the bird hit the light, it turn midnight bright
    Another term for the chips, with the flicks and the kites
    We like lowriders, and [?] motorcycles
    The wheels go psycho, with rifles like [?]
    Tell em’ Eiht, it’s West Coast, till my eyes closed
    With one shot, plus a blindfold

    [Hook: MC Eiht]
    Who runn the bloccs?
    Who runn the bloccs?
    Hood so deep, we got heat in [?]
    Who runn the bloccs?
    Who runn the bloccs?
    Eiht and Maylay, all day, bust shots

    [Verse 2: MC Eiht]
    One time, swoop up on the blocc tryna take mine
    I hop some fences
    Now it’s a footchase, tryna dash for freedom
    It’s money over everything, we don’t see ‘em
    Fuck the census, since I was a lad, it was hood to under motherfucker I’m bad
    Sad day, the homie got jacked
    And shot in the process, yeah that’s wack
    I get em’ on everything, we get back
    Necessary be the time, yeah when shit crack
    Community resources the source be
    My income streak, and they come so regularly
    The enemy come, so ya better be ready G
    So, when I aim, better hold it steadily
    Shit, call it the warzone, life in the land
    Where it’s follow the rules or they reprimand
    I rep for the west, so the Eiht can handle
    Compton for the hood’s what the fuck I stand for
    Who runn the bloccs?
    Who runn the bloccs?

    [Hook: MC Eiht]
    Who runn the bloccs?
    Who runn the bloccs?
    Hood so deep, we got heat in [?]
    Who runn the bloccs?
    Who runn the bloccs?
    Eiht and Maylay, all day, bust shots

    [Hook]
    I’m on the blocc, with a [?]
    And a colt 45 like [?] got [?]
    Still a nigga struggle, so the yay produce
    It’s all for the money, so a nigga could lose
    Cuz, it was Nissan trucks
    And the ugly rat bitch, back then, was a duck
    I told the hoe bitch, get the duck sick
    Round up the baby gangsters, hit a lick
    One shot, now it’s life upstate
    The homie from the hood turned up my cell mate
    Love for the hood
    Hater motherfucker gave a nigga all day, but I stay all good
    I hit the streets, right back in
    One time’s on my coattails, niggas can’t win
    That’s the motto, hustle hood rich
    Compton all day, yes, fuck a bitch
    Compton forever, West the best [?], yeah keep it together
    When it’s cruising down the street, in a lowrider
    Eiht and Maylay, all day, Westsiders

    [Outro]
    Who runn the bloccs?
    Who runn the bloccs?
    Hood so deep, we got heat in [?]
    Who runn the bloccs?
    Who runn the bloccs?
    Eiht and Maylay, all day, bust shots
    Who runn the bloccs?
    Who runn the bloccs?
    Hood so deep, we got heat in [?]
    Who runn the bloccs?
    Who runn the bloccs?
    Eiht and Maylay, all day, bust shots

    [Outro: Young Maylay]


  • Game – Savage Lifestyle (1992 Album) letras

    [Intro]
    Can you pan over a little bit? Look at this right here, this is a suburban type jeep with a sharp shooter peering outside of the sunroof with an automatic rifle. It appears to be a scene you might see in Operation Desert Storm and we’ve been seeing this all night

    [Verse 1]
    It’s a trap, it’s a trap
    Why they ain’t tell us red and blue don’t matter when you black
    Matter of fact we in blindfolds
    Bunch of lost souls
    Kids shot dead in the streets now they eyes closed
    How you call the angels when it’s kings getting beat up
    And Gil Garcetti in his office with his feet up
    No way to dodge police brutality
    Selling crack cocaine, making a teacher’s salary
    Mexicans hopping the borders in the thousands
    Become cholos, one button pendleton and they styling
    Crips on the corner in Dodger blue with they gold chains
    Bloods sporting corn rows and Chucks with the red strings
    Sun going down so them Chevys about to roll out
    Fiends scratching themselves, stumbling out the dope house
    Niggas tying bandanas, bout to put the drum on
    Make it home ‘fore street lights come on

    [Bridge]
    The way we living savage
    The way we living savage
    The way we living savage
    The way we living savage

    [Verse 2]
    So grab that gun, load that clip
    Grab that torch, light that shit
    Grab that stick, grab that brick
    Throw it
    It’s time to riot if you don’t see black owned in the window
    It’s on fire
    Start here, end up over there
    The smell of gun powder in the air
    And just so we clear
    This is pain and despair
    We burn our own shit and we aware
    And don’t care
    Tell the national guards to disappear
    We got guns too and we ain’t scared
    So fuck the man, fuck the President Bush and his legislation
    Shit gotta change and we ain’t waiting, fuck patience
    The government corrupt, I can prove it
    Martin, Malcolm, Huey P. Newton
    And that’s why the whole city out here looting
    How can we stand here and not do shit?
    All this smoke over the hood looking like low clouds
    Cars with no miles on fire, they broke down
    White people wishing that they was at home
    Asians fronting like they business is black owned
    Far from stupid, we coming in the stores tripping
    Running in swap meets for they Jordans and they Pippins
    Crowbars, bats, anything that break glass
    They fucked Rodney King up and now it’s they ass
    So it’s bottle rockets through the window
    Kids that would never smoke indo
    Fiends kicking in doors, steeling Nintendos
    Niggas robbing liquor stores with taped up duck hunt guns
    City burning but it’s fucked up fun
    National guards on the corner
    They don’t know the hood, they foreigners
    We was busting at the cops before Chris Dorner
    Ghetto birds flying over the hood, they see us
    Showing the fuck out, cleaning the trucks out
    Niggas mobbing down the streets pushing big screens and baskets
    Staring straight into the cameras
    No ski mask, just pandemonium
    Niggas looting what they homies in
    Running around with Scarface guns like they was Tony and them
    Who, what, where, when, how the fuck they gonna stop us?
    When the last 50 years we accustomed to window shopping
    So we taking lighters to the tip of magazines
    Dip ’em in gasoline

    [Hook]
    And set this motherfucker on (fire)
    The whole world watching, Los Angeles is on (fire)
    Yeah, yeah, (fire)
    1992, was you here for the (fire)
    Uh-huh

    [Verse 3]
    Standing on the corner with a brick in my hand
    When my mother told me sit in the van, nah fuck that
    Footlocker chained up, wire cutters cut that
    Niggas crip walking where Reginald Denny’s truck at
    Police cars, driving by niggas in slow mo
    If you white don’t stop at the light, cause that’s a no-no
    Running through the malls, give us everything polo
    The first time niggas ain’t have beef with the cholos
    ’92 fire lit the skyline
    And why loot? To capture that forbidden troop
    Cause Adam never ate the fruit
    Fuck your blue suits, your badge, and them high beams
    We out here selling chronic, we ain’t have no Jimmy Iovines
    Shit burning, you gon’ need more than Visine
    We making a movie better than anyone that I’ve seen
    Should be on ShowTime, HBO, Cinemax

    [Hook]
    Get a match, we gon’ make sure that y’all remember that (fire)
    The whole world watching, Los Angeles is on (fire)
    Yeah, yeah, (fire)
    1992, was you here for the (fire)
    Uh-huh

    [Outro]
    Make me wanna holla
    The way they do my life
    Make me wanna holla
    The way they do my life
    This ain’t living, this ain’t living
    No-no baby, this ain’t living
    No, no, no, no
    Inflation, no chance
    To increase