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Ice Cube - We Had To Tear This Muthafucka Up текст песни, lyrics

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 niggas 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 
Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence 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?" (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 shit 
Introduce his ass to the AK40 dick 
Two dazed niggas layin in the cut 
To get some respect we had to tear this muthafucka 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 
Niggas ain't buyin 
ya story bore me 
Taerin up shit 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 
Niggas 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 muthafucka 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 fuck with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers 
Steal, muthafuck Fire Marshall Bill 
Oh what the hell, throw the cocktail 
I smelt 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, 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 fucked up slogan 
The Hogan's Heroes spotted the gorilla 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!?! 

Huh, make it rough! 
Yo Muggs, make it rough 
Huh, make it rough 

Outro: (*newsreader*) 

(Not Guilty verdicts for Stacey Coon, Lawrence Powell, Timothy Wynd and 
Theodore Vaugsinio, the four officers accused of beating motorist Rodney 

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