Dr DreThe Day The Niggaz Took Over

(feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg, rbx, Dat n***a Daz) [Intro: guy talking] I'ma say this and I'ma gettin 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 s**t. Devil you need to Step your punk a** to the side and let us brothers and us Africans step in And start puttin some funk in that a** [Hook:] Break em off sometin [8x] [Chorus: Snoop Doggy Dogg] I got my finger on the trigger so ni***z wonder why But livin in the city it's do-or-die [repeat] [Verse One: Dat n***a Daz] They wonder where me bailin and don't really understand The reason why they take me life and me???? 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 rion in they Lakers and don't really wanna see Ni***z start to loot and police start to shoot Lock it down at seven o'clock, then again it's 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 de, And kill at my own risk if I may Delay to spray with my ak and put it to rest [Interlude: news report] Yes we have. There have been riots, ahh, 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 [Bridge:] [All] How many ni***z are ready to lose? [Snoop] Yeah, so what you wanna do? [Dre] What you wanna do? [All] I said how many n****s are ready to lose [Rbx] Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9 [Interlude: guy talking] Nobody told us today, in otherwords, You're still a slave. No matter how Much money you got, you still ain't s**t [Verse Two: Dr. Dre] Sittin in my livin room calm and collected Feelin mad, gotta get mine respected 'cause what I just heard broke me in half And half the ni***z I know, plus the ni***z on the Row, is bailin Laugh now but cry much later Ya see when n****s get together they get mad 'cause they can't fade us Like my n****s 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 somthin lovely, biddy-bye-bye I don't love dem so they can't love me) Yo straight puttin down gettin 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 sometin Got a vcr In the back of my car That I ganked from the Slauson Swap Meet And motherfuckers better not try to stop me 'cause they will see that I can't be stopped 'cause I'ma c*** my Glock and pop til they all drop [Interlude: news report] There has been videotape and you can see of the, aah, some of the crowd Throwin things at the officers And swingin 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 [Bridge:] [All] How many ni***z are ready to lose? [Snoop] Yeah, so what you wanna do? [Dre] What you wanna do? [All] I said how many n****s are ready to lose [Rbx] Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9 [Chorus: rbx] I got my finger on the trigger so ni***z wonder why But livin in the city it's do-or-die [repeat] [Verse Three: rbx] 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 m**********r drop And I get relived like *? Bop Bop says?* Smash, I crashed his head like a window I ain't no dead do', I'm high off the indo Creepin 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, fillin the clip up, I zip up- Town, the motherfuckin cops are all around Helicopters flyin These motherfuckers tryin To catch me and stretch me on Death Row But hell no's the poor black refuse to go [Interlude: news report] This is now coverin 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 [Hook:] Break em off sometin [8x] [Verse Four: Dat n***a Daz] The outcome of this is destruction so the more fall Ni***z don't give a f**k so tem bust and before Ni***z backin 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**k And me don't give a fuckin of my problems In with their f**k fuck [Outro: Snoop Doogy Dogg] Blak blam, blam to dem 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!
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