(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