The Day The Niggaz Took Over

I'ma say this and I'ma end mine (all y'all that buy food, all that shit)

If you ain't down for the Africans here in the United States (that's right)

Period, point-blank

If you ain't down for the ones that suffered in South Africa (fuck off)

From apartheid and shit (go home)

Dammit, you need to step your punk-ass to the side (we're South Africa)

And let us brothers and us Africans step in (that we're South Africa)

And start puttin' some foot in that ass

Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'

Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'

Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'

Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'

I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why

But livin' in the city, it's do-or-die

I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why

But livin' in the city, it's do-or-die

Dem wonder why mi violent, dem no really understand

Dat di reason why mi take mi law in mi own hand

Mi not out for peace and mi not Rodney King

Di gun goes click, mi gun goes bang

Dem riot in Compton and dem riot in Long Beach

Dem riot in L.A. 'cause dem 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 dem

Dem never, ever love me 'cause it's sport to break dem

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 helpin', nigga, it's time to rob and mob

And break the white man off something lovely, biddy-bye-bye

I don't love dem, so dem can't love me

Yo, straight puttin' it down, gettin' 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 somethin'

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 .9

I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why

But livin' in the city, it's do-or-die

I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why

But livin' in the city, it's do-or-die

One-time trigger-happy, no nigga love

187 time, time to grab the glove

You can't get prints on a .9, 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

Creepin', with the quickness to the cut

Bust one to his head while he munches on a donut

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 motherfuckin' cops are all around

Helicopters flyin', these motherfuckers tryin'

To catch me and stretch me on Death Row

But hell no, the poor blacks refuse to go (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 somethin', break 'em off somethin'

Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'

Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'

Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'

The outcome of this is destruction, so them all fall

Niggas don't give a fuck, so them bust and them fall

The constriction 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 .9 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

Blao, blam, blam 'til dem fall

Listen to the shots from a nigga Doggy Dogg, biddy-bye

Dr. Dre, him bust gun shots

Diggidy Daz and RBX, dem bust gun shots

Come again