We Had To Tear This Mothafucka Up

歌詞

("Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our city to the best of our ability. Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace are against the interests of all our people; and therefore cannot be permitted.") ("The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty...") ("We've been told that all along Crenshaw Boulevard that there's a series of fires. A lot of looting is going on. A disaster area, obviously.") ("The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty...") [Cube] Make it rough ("A lot of activity continues here at this command post.") [Cube] Make it rough!! ("We have sporadic fires, throughout the city of Los Angeles.") [Verse 1] Not guilty, the filthy, devils tried to kill me When the news get to the hood the niggaz will be hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust Kickin up dust is a must I can't trust, a cracker in a blue uniform Stick a nigga like a unicorn Born, wicked, Laurence, Powell, foul Cut his fuckin throat and I smile Go to Simi Valley and surely somebody knows the address of the jury Pay a little visit, "Who is it?" (Ohh it's Ice Cube) "Can I talk to the grand wizard," then boom!! Make him eat the barrel, modern day feral Now he's zipped up like leather tuscadero Pretty soon we'll catch Sergeant Koon Shoot him in the face, run up in him with a broom- -stick, prick, devils ain't shit Introduce his ass to the AK-40 dick Two days niggaz layed in the cut To get some respect we had to tear this muthafucka up {"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} [Cube] Make it rough {"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} [Verse 2] I gotta mac-10 for Officer Wind Damn his devil ass need to be shipped back to Kansas in a casket, crew cut faggot Now he ain't nothin but food for the maggots Lunch, punch, Hawaiin, lyin Niggas ain't buyin, ya story, bore me Tearin up shit with fire, shooters, looters Now I got a laptop computer I told you it would happened and you heard it, read it But all you can call me was anti-semitic Regret it? Nope, said it? Yep Listen to my big black boots as I step Niggaz had to break you off somethin, give Bush a push But your National Guard ain't hard You had to get Rodney to stop me, cause you know what? We woulda to' this muthafucka up {"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} [Cube] Make it rough {"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} [Cube] Ay Muggs, make it rough! {"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} {"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} [Verse 3] It's on, "Gone With the Wind" and I know white men can't dunk, now I'm stealin blunts And a cake from Betty Crocker, Orville Reddenbacher Don't fuck with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers Steal, motherfuck Fire Marshall Bill Oh what the hell, throw the cocktail, I smell smoke Got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked out My nigga had his truck out, didn't get stuck out in front of that store with the Nikes and Adidas Oh Jesus, Western Surplus got the heaters Meet us, so we can get the 9's and the what-nots Got the Mossberg with the double eyed buckshot Ready for Darryl, and like Beretta would say keep your eye on the barrel, a sparrow Don't do the crime if you can't do the time But I'm rollin, so that's a fucked up slogan The Hogan's, Heroes, spotted the guerilla by the Sizzler, hittin up police killer The super-duper nigga that'll buck We had to tear this muthafucka up, so what the fuck!?! {"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} [Cube] Huh, make it rough! {"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} [Cube] Yo Muggs, make it rough {"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} [Cube] Huh, make it rough {"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} [Cube] Enough! {"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} {"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} {"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} {"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} {"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} {"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} {"Wroooooooooong nigga to FUCK WITH!"} ("Not guilty verdicts for Stacey Koon, Laurence Powell, Timothy Wind, and Theodore Briseno. The four officers accused of beating motorist Rodney King.")