|
The Day The Niggaz Took Over Lyrics - Artist : Dr. Dre
I'ma say this and I'ma end mine
If you ain't down for the Africans here in the United States Period, point-blank If you ain't down for the ones that suffered in South Africa from apartheid and shit Dammit, you need to step your punk-ass to the side And let us brothers and us Africans step in And start putting some foot in that ass! Break 'em off something, break 'em off something Break 'em off something, break 'em off something Break 'em off something, break 'em off something Break 'em off something, break 'em off something I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why But living in the city, it's do-or-die I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why But living in the city, it's do-or-die Them wonder why mi violent, them no really understand For the reason why mi take mi law in mi own hand Mi not out for peace and mi not Rodney King The gun goes click, mi gun goes bang Them riot in Compton and them riot in Long Beach Them riot in L.A. 'cause them no really wanna see Niggas start to loot and police start to shoot Lock us down at seven o'clock, barricade us like Beirut Mi don't show no love 'cause it's us against them Them never, ever love me 'cause it's sport to break them And kill, at my own risk, if I may To lay, to spray with my AK, and put 'em to rest Yes, we have—there have been riots, ah, uh, rioting Well, I don't wanna say rioting, but there's been looting downtown But right now, Bree, what I want to show you is They have started fires down at the end of the street How many niggas are ready to loot? Yeah, so what you wanna do? What you wanna do? I said, how many niggas are ready to loot? Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9 That's what they told us today, "In other words, you still a slave" No matter how much money you got, you still ain't shit! Sitting in my living room, calm and collected Feeling that gotta-get-mine perspective 'Cause what I just heard broke me in half And half the niggas I know, plus the niggas on the Row is bailing Laugh now, but cry much later You see, when niggas get together, they get mad 'cause they can't fade us Like my niggas from South Central, Los Angeles They found that they couldn't handle us Bloods, Crips on the same squad With the Ese's helping, nigga, it's time to rob and mob And break the white man off something lovely, biddy-bye-bye I don't love them so them can't love me Yo, straight putting it down, getting my scoot on It's jumping off in Compton so I gots to get my loot on And come up on me some furniture or something Got a VCR in the back of my car That I ganked from the Slauson Swap Meet And motherfuckers better not try to stop me 'Cause they will see that I can't be stopped 'Cause I'ma cock my Glock and pop 'til they all drop Yes, on the videotape we seem to have the, uh People in the crowd throwing things at the officers And swinging at them as well As there was a, uh, young woman there, you see, took a swing at— At an officer with some object in her hand How many niggas are ready to loot? Yeah, so what you wanna do? What you wanna do? I said, how many niggas are ready to loot? Got myself an Uzi and my brother a nine I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why But living in the city, it's do-or-die I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why But living in the city, it's do-or-die One-time trigger happy, no nigga love One-eighty-seven time, time to grab the glove Can't get prints on a nine I throw away Or get prints on my Uzi when it spray Pop-pop, pop, another motherfucker drop And I get relief like, plop, plop, fizz Smash, I crashed his head like a window I ain't Nintendo, I'm high off the indo Creeping, with the quickness to the cut Bust one to his head while he munches on a doughnut And crack-up, so now he best to back up I guess I gots to pack up, filling the clip up I zip uptown but motherfucking cops are all around Helicopters flying, these motherfuckers trying To catch me and stretch me on Death Row But hell no, the poor blacks refuse to go This now covers a very, very wide area of Los Angeles where these fires have been, uh, ignited I mean, from here to the, uh, to the south end of South Central is a long way Break 'em off something, break 'em off something Break 'em off something, break 'em off something Break 'em off something, break 'em off something Break 'em off something, break 'em off something The outcome of this is destruction, so them all fall Niggas don't give a fuck, so them bust and them fall The description of three blacks Shows no justice, so, pick up it's your right If you riot again, mi, turn the other cheek We, be too many, mi got, mi nine to my side So mi bust, flick, 'cause he don't give a fuck And mi don't give a fuck And all my problems end with that buck-buck Blam, blam, blam 'til them fall Listen to the shots from a nigga Doggy Dogg, biddy-bye Dr. Dre, him bust gun shots Diggidy Daz and RBX, them bust gun shots Come again |
Other Lyrics
|
Copyright © 2009-2024 |