Snoop Dogg - The Day The n***az Took Over lyrics

I'ma say this and I'ma end mine. If you ain't down for the Africans here in the United States, period point blank. If you ain't down for the ones that suffer in South Africa From apartheid and sh**. Damn it you need to Step your punk a** to the side and let us brothers and us Africans step in And start putting some funk in that a** Break em off something Break em off something Break em off something Break em off something Break em off something Break em off something Break em off something Break em off something I got my finger on the trigger so n***as wonder why But living in the city it's do-or-die I got my finger on the trigger so n***as wonder why But living in the city it's do-or-die They wonder where me bailing and don't really understand The reason why me take me law in me own hand Me not out for peace and me not Rodney King Me gun goes click, me gun goes bang Them riot in Compton and them riot in Long Beach Them riot in they Lakers and don't really wanna see n***as start to loot and police start to shoot Lock us down at seven o'clock, barricade us like Beirut Me don't show no love cause it's us against them Them never ever love me cause it's sport to break the, And k** at my own risk if I may Delay to spray with my AK and put it to rest Yes we have. There have been riots, 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 n***as are ready to loot? Yeah, so what you wanna do? What you wanna do? I said how many n***as are ready to loot? Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9 What they told us today, in other words, You're still a slave. No matter how Much money you got, you still ain't sh** Sitting in my living room calm and collected Feeling that gotta get mine perspective 'Cause I just heard broke me in half And half the n***as I know, plus the n***as on the Row, is bailing Laugh now but cry much later Ya see when n***as get together they get mad cuz they can't fade us Like my n***as from South Central, Los Angeles They find that they couldn't handle us Bloods, Crips on the same squad With the Ese's thumpin, n***a it's time ta rob and mob (And break the white man off somthing lovely, biddy-bye-bye I don't love them so they can't love me) Yo straight putting down getting my scoot on Let's jump in off in Compton so I gots ta get my loot on And come up on me some furniture or something Got a VCR In the back of my car That I ganked from the Slauson Swap Meet And motherf**ers better not try to stop me 'Cause they will see that I can't be stopped 'Cause I'ma co*k my Glock and pop til they all drop There has been videotape and you can see of the, aah, some of the crowd Throwing things at the officers And swinging at them as well. Like there was a young woman there. You see she took a swing at an officer with some object in her hand How many n***as are ready to loot? Yeah, so what you wanna do? What you wanna do? I said how many n***as are ready to loot? Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9 I got my finger on the trigger so n***as wonder why But living in the city it's do-or-die I got my finger on the trigger so n***as wonder why But living in the city it's do-or-die One-time trigger happy, no n***a love 187 time, time to grab the glove Can't get prints so a 9 I throw away Or get prints so my Uzi witta spray POP POP POP another motherf**er drop And I get relief like Pop, pop, fizz. Smash, I crashed his head like a window I ain't no dead do', I'm high off the indo Creeping with the quickness to the cut Bust one to his head while he munches on that donut And cracker so now he best to back up I guess I gots ta pack up, filling the clip up, I zip up- Town, the motherf**ing cops are all around Helicopters flying These motherf**ers trying To catch me and stretch me on d**h Row But hell no's the poor black refuse to go This is now covers a very, very wide area of Los Angeles where these Fires have been, aah, ignited. I mean, from here to the, aah, to the south End of South Central is a long way Break em off something Break em off something Break em off something Break em off something Break em off something Break em off something Break em off something Break em off something The outcome of this is destruction so the more fall n***as don't give a f** so them bust and before n***as backing up three black shows No justice so they copied ya right And here I am again, me, turn the other cheek, me Be too many wigs got me 9 to my tights So me bust, flick cause he don't give a f** And me don't give a f**ing of my problems In with their f** f** Blak blam, blam to them fall Listen to the shots from my n***a Doggy Dogg, biddy-bye Dr Dre him bust gun shots Diggity Daz and RBX them bust gun shots Come again!