When I see tha mothafucka I'ma blast
 Boom in his head, boom, boom in his back just like that
 Cause I'm tired of you good little niggas
 Saying increase the peace and let the violence cease
 When the black man built this country
 But can't get his for the prejudiced honky
 Rodney King, god damn sell-out
 On TV crying for a cop
 The same mothafuckas who beat the hell outcha
 Now I wish they would've shotcha
 Cause this shit is deeper than Vietnam
 And ain't no room for the Uncle Tom
 Let the white man dress you up and mess you up
 I wouldn't be suprised if he sexed you up
 Cause you look like a gay
 Letting them white folks tell you what to say
 But I'm glad that niggas stayed out of check
 Cause that's the only thing rednecks respect
 We don't want your welfare checks
 Nigga need a real job to buy a rolex
 And until we get it, we gonna keep throwing them things
 Fuck Rodney King!

 Fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em
 Fuck that nigga!
 Fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em

 Now the Negro National Anthem:
 "We shall overcome...we shall overcome..."

 Fuck all that singing
 I'ma be too busy swinging
 That's the problem with the black folks
 Always wanna bust a note
 And hold hands and form rallies
 And down niggas for fighting back in Cali
 I'm down with the niggas who's nexting
 Fuck all that god damn protesting
 So don't try to pull it
 5th Ward niggas fight bullets with bullets
 Right between the eyes
 So you can keep your mothafucking Noble Peace Prize
 I said fuck Rodney King and I mean it
 And any mothafucka out there who resent it
 Cause didn't nobody set a fire for Willie D
 When the laws beat the fuck out of me
 Fuck Rodney King!

 Fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em
 Fuck that nigga!

 Fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em
 Fuck that nigga!

 Fuck that mothafucking sell-out hoe
 They need to beat his ass some mo'
 Fool talking about stop the violence
 When niggas can't even shit in silence
 I can't ride up the street with my homies without 5-0 all on me
 Riding my tailgate and running my god damn license plate
 Sweating Willie D since I'm a minority
 They fuck with me, I still got a lot of grudges
 It's high time that we take out some judges
 And some congressmen and senators who cheat us
 And all of these so called black leaders
 Like Craig Washington, nigga sound dense
 Trying to play both sides of the fence
 Brown nosing cause he was chosen
 By the whites to make niggas act right
 You can't lead the black struggle
 And be friends with the enemy, mothafucka
 While you trying to keep your fucking job
 Black folks getting robbed
 But when it's time for the revolution
 I'ma click, click, click, fuck this rap shit
 Cause money ain't shit but a grief
 If you ain't got no peace
 Gotta come on with it, get down for my little Willies
 So they con come up strong and live long
 And not to be scared to get it on