Ice Cube - We Had To Tear This Mutha*****a Up Lyrics
Intro: (*numerous men speaking*)(peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our city to the best ofOur ability. riots, melees and disturbances of the peace are against theInterests of all our people and therefore cannot be permitted)(the jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty....)(weve been told that all along crenshaw boulevard that theres a series ofFires. 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 meWhen the news get to the hood then niggas will beHotter than cayenne pepper, cuss, bustKickin up dust is a mustI cant trust a cracker in a blue uniformStick a nigga like a unicornVaugn, wicked, lawrence powell, foulCut his *****in throat and I smileGo to simi valley and surelySomebody knows the address of the juryPay a little visit, who is it? (who is ice cube? )Can I talk to the grand wizard? then boomMake him eat the barrel, modern day feralNow hes zipped up like leather tuscaderoPretty soon well catch sergeant coonShoot him in the face, run up in him witta broomStick prick, devils aint shitIntroduce his ass to the ak40 dickTwo dazed niggas layin in the cutTo get some respect we had to tear this mutha*****a upMake it roughVerse 2:I gotta mac10 for officer wyndDamn, his devil ass need to be shipped back to kansasIn a casket, crew cut faggotNow he aint nothin but food for the maggotsLunch, punch, hawaiin lyinNiggas aint buyinYa story bore meTaerin up shit with fire, shooters, lootersNow I got a lap-top computerI told you all what happened and you heard it, read itBut all you could call me was anti-semiticRegret it-nope, said it-yepListen to my big black boots as I stepNiggas had to break you off somethin, give bush a pushBut your national guard aint hardYou had to get rodney to stop me cos you know what?We woulda teared this mutha*****a upHuh, make it rough!Huh muggs, make it rough!Verse 3:Its on, gone with the wind and I know white men cant dunkNow Im stealin bluntsAnd it came from betty crocker, overweight and blackerDont ***** with the black-owned stores but hit the foot lockersSteal, mutha***** fire marshall billOh what the hell, throw the *****tailI smelt smoke, got the ***** out, ice cube lucked outMy nigga had his truck out, didnt get stuck outIn front of that store with the nikes and adidasOh jesus, I ? ? ? ? surplus got the heatersMeet us so we can get the 9s and the what-notsGot the mossberg with the double eyed buckshotReady for darryl and like beretta wouldnt sayKeep your eye on the barrel, a sparrowDont do the crime if you cant do the timeBut Im rollin so thats a *****ed up sloganThe hogans heroes spotted the gorilla by the sizzlerHittin up police killerThe super duper nigga thatll buckWe had to tear this mutha*****a up so what the *****!? !Huh, make it rough!Yo muggs, make it roughHuh, make it roughEnoughOutro: (*newsreader*)(not guilty verdicts for stacey coon, lawrence powell, timothy wynd andTheodore vaugsinio, the four officers accused of beating motorist rodneyKing)
