We Had to Tear This Muthafucka up – Ice Cube
[Intro: (numerous men speaking)]
(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…)
Make it rough
(A lot of activity continues here in this….) Make it rough
(We have sporadic fires throughout the city of Los Angeles)
[Verse 1:]
Not guilty the filthy devils tried ta kill me
When the news get to the hood then n_ggas 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 n_gga like a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell, foul
Cut his f_ckin throat and I smile
Go to Simi Valley and surely
somebody knows the address of the jury
Pay a little visit, “Who is it?” (Who is 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 Coon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him witta broom
Stick prick, devils ain’t sh_t
Introduce his ass to the AK40 d_ck
Two dazed n_ggas layin in the cut
To get some respect we had to tear this muthaf_cka up
Make it rough
[Verse 2:]
I gotta Mac10 for Officer Wynd
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
N_ggas ain’t buyin
ya story bore me
Taerin up sh_t with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a lap-top computer
I told you all what happened and you heard it, read it
but all you could call me was anti-Semitic
Regret it-nope, said it-yep
Listen to my big black boots as I step
N_ggas 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 cos you know what?
We woulda teared this muthaf_cka up
Huh, make it rough!
Huh Muggs, make it rough!
[Verse 3:]
It’s on, gone with the wind and I know white men can’t dunk
Now I’m stealin blunts
And it came from Betty Crocker, overweight and blacker
Don’t f_ck with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, muthaf_ck Fire Marshall Bill
Oh what the hell, throw the cocktail
I smelt smoke, got the f_ck out, Ice Cube lucked out
My n_gga had his truck out, didn’t get stuck out
In front of that store with the Nikes and Adidas
Oh Jesus, I ?? 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 wouldn’t 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 f_cked up slogan
The Hogan’s Heroes spotted the gorilla by the Sizzler
Hittin up police killer
The super duper n_gga that’ll buck
We had to tear this muthaf_cka up so what the f_ck!?!
Huh, make it rough!
Yo Muggs, make it rough
Huh, make it rough
Enough
[Outro: (newsreader)]
(Not Guilty verdicts for Stacey Coon, Lawrence Powell, Timothy Wynd and
Theodore Vaugsinio, the four officers accused of beating motorist Rodney
King)
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