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

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