April 29th, 1992 there was a riot on the streets

Tell me where were you were sittin' home watchin' your tv

While I was paticipating in some anarchy

First spot we hit it was the liqour store

I finally got all the alcohol I can't afford

Red lights flashin' time to retire

Then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire

Next stop it was the music shop,

It only took one brick to make the window drop

Finally we got our own p.a.

Where do you think I got this guitar that you're hearing today

When we returned to the pad to unload everything,

It dawned on me that I need new home furnishings

So once again we filled the van until it was full

Since that day my livin' room's been more comfortable

Cause everybody in the hood has had it up to here

It's getting harder and harder and harder each and every year

A girl went in the store with her mother and her kids

And I saw her when she came out she was gettin some pampers

They said it was for the black man

They said it was for the Mexican

But not for the white man

But if you look at the streets it wasn't about Rodney King

It's bout this fucked up situation and these fucked up police

It's about coming up and staying on top or screamin' 187 on a mother fucking

cop

It's not written on the papers, but its written on the wall

National guard smoke from all around

Gimme my share

Gimme my share, I want it, gimme my share

I need it now - I need it now

But there's a wicked one who doesnt wanna see me go

Just gimme my share - I want it

But you dont wanna give it to me

You don't want to see me go

Gimme my share - I want it

Gimme my share

But there is a wicked one - a wicked one - a wicked one

A wicked wicked one who doesn't wanna see me go

He wants to hold it

He want to hold it oh yah

He wanna wanna wanna hold it

But a - but hey

Wanna hold it wanna wanna hold it

Let it burn let it burn let it burn burn burn