April 26th 1992 there was a riot on the streets Tell me where were you you were sittin' home watchin' your tv While I was paticipating in some anarchy First spot we hit it was the liqour store I finally got all the alcohol I can't afford Red lights flashin' time to retire Then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire Next stop it was the music shop, It only took one brick to make the window drop Finally we got our own p.a. Where do you think I got this guitar that you're hearing today
When we returned to the pad to unload everything, It dawned on me that I need new home furnishings So once again we filled the van until it was full Since that day my livin' room's been more comfortable Cause everybody in the hood has had it up to here It's getting harder and harder and harder each and every year A girl went in the store with her mother And I saw her when she came out she was gettin some pampers They said it was for the black man They said it was for the Mexican But not for the white man But if you look at the streets it wasn't about Rodney King It's bout this fucked up situation and these fucked up police It's about coming up and staying on top or screamin' 187 on a mother fucking cop It's not written on the papers but its written on the wall National guard smoke from all around
Riots on the streets of Miami Riots on the streets of Chicago On the streets of Longbeach In San Francisco Riots on the streets of Kansas City ... ...
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When we returned to the pad to unload everything, It dawned on me that I need new home furnishings So once again we filled the van until it was full Since that day my livin' room's been more comfortable Cause everybody in the hood has had it up to here It's getting harder and harder and harder each and every year A girl went in the store with her mother And I saw her when she came out she was gettin some pampers They said it was for the black man They said it was for the Mexican But not for the white man But if you look at the streets it wasn't about Rodney King It's bout this fucked up situation and these fucked up police It's about coming up and staying on top or screamin' 187 on a mother fucking cop It's not written on the papers but its written on the wall National guard smoke from all around
Riots on the streets of Miami Riots on the streets of Chicago On the streets of Longbeach In San Francisco Riots on the streets of Kansas City ... ...
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