Lyrics:

(''peace, Quiet And Good Order Will Be Maintained In Our City**lf**to The Best Of Our Ability. Riots, Melees And Disturbances**lf**of The Peace Are Against The Interests Of All Our People; And**lf**therefore Cannot Be Permitted.'')**lf**(''the Jury Found That They Were All Not Guilty, Not Guilty...'')**lf**(''we''ve Been Told That All Along Crenshaw Boulevard**lf**that There''s A Series Of Fires. A Lot Of Looting Is Going On.**lf**a Disaster Area, Obviously.'')**lf**(''the Jury Found That They Were All Not Guilty, Not Guilty...'')**lf**[cube] Make It Rough**lf**(''a Lot Of Activity Continues Here At This Command Post.'')**lf**[cube] Make It Rough!!**lf**(''we Have Sporadic Fires, Throughout The City Of Los Angeles.'')**lf****lf**[verse 1]**lf**not Guilty, The Filthy, Devils Tried To Kill Me**lf**when The News Get To The Hood The Niggaz Will Be**lf**hotter Than Cayenne Pepper, Cuss, Bust**lf**kickin Up Dust Is A Must**lf**i Can''t Trust, A Cracker In A Blue Uniform**lf**stick A Nigga Like A Unicorn**lf**born, Wicked, Laurence, Powell, Foul**lf**cut His Fuckin Throat And I Smile **lf**go To Simi Valley And Surely**lf**somebody Knows The Address Of The Jury**lf**pay A Little Visit, ''who Is It'' (Ohh It''s Ice Cube)**lf**''can I Talk To The Grand Wizard,'' Then Boom!!**lf**make Him Eat The Barrel, Modern Day Feral**lf**now He''s Zipped Up Like Leather Tuscadero**lf**pretty Soon We''ll Catch Sergeant Koon**lf**shoot Him In The Face, Run Up In Him With A Broom-**lf**-Stick, Prick, Devils Ain''t Shit**lf**introduce His Ass To The Ak-40 Dick**lf**two Days Niggaz Layed In The Cut**lf**to Get Some Respect We Had To Tear This Muthafucka Up**lf****lf**{''wroooooooooong Nigga To Fuck With!''}**lf**[cube] Make It Rough**lf**{''wroooooooooong Nigga To Fuck With!''}**lf****lf**[verse 2]**lf**i Gotta Mac-10 For Officer Wind**lf**damn His Devil Ass Need To Be Shipped Back To Kansas**lf**in A Casket, Crew Cut Faggot**lf**now He Ain''t Nothin But Food For The Maggots**lf**lunch, Punch, Hawaiin, Lyin**lf**niggas Ain''t Buyin, Ya Story, Bore Me**lf**tearin Up Shit With Fire, Shooters, Looters**lf**now I Got A Laptop Computer**lf**i Told You It Would Happened And You Heard It, Read It**lf**but All You Can Call Me Was Anti-Semitic**lf**regret It Nope, Said It Yep**lf**listen To My Big Black Boots As I Step**lf**niggaz Had To Break You Off Somethin, Give Bush A Push**lf**but Your National Guard Ain''t Hard**lf**you Had To Get Rodney To Stop Me, Cause You Know What**lf**we Woulda To'' This Muthafucka Up**lf****lf**{''wroooooooooong Nigga To Fuck With!''}**lf**[cube] Make It Rough**lf**{''wroooooooooong Nigga To Fuck With!''}**lf**[cube] Ay Muggs, Make It Rough!**lf**{''wroooooooooong Nigga To Fuck With!''}**lf**{''wroooooooooong Nigga To Fuck With!''}**lf****lf**[verse 3]**lf**it''s On, ''gone With The Wind''**lf**and I Know White Men Can''t Dunk, Now I''m Stealin Blunts**lf**and A Cake From Betty Crocker, Orville Reddenbacher**lf**don''t Fuck With The Black-Owned Stores But Hit The Foot Lockers**lf**steal, Motherfuck Fire Marshall Bill**lf**oh What The Hell, Throw The Cocktail, I Smell Smoke**lf**got The Fuck Out, Ice Cube Lucked Out**lf**my Nigga Had His Truck Out, Didn''t Get Stuck Out**lf**in Front Of That Store With The Nikes And Adidas**lf**oh Jesus, Western Surplus Got The Heaters**lf**meet Us, So We Can Get The 9''s And The What-Nots**lf**got The Mossberg With The Double Eyed Buckshot**lf**ready For Darryl, And Like Beretta Would Say**lf**keep Your Eye On The Barrel, A Sparrow**lf**don''t Do The Crime If You Can''t Do The Time**lf**but I''m Rollin, So That''s A Fucked Up Slogan**lf**the Hogan''s, Heroes, Spotted The Guerilla**lf**by The Sizzler, Hittin Up Police Killer**lf**the Super-Duper Nigga That''ll Buck**lf**we Had To Tear This Muthafucka Up, So What The Fuck!!**lf****lf**{''wroooooooooong Nigga To Fuck With!''}**lf**[cube] Huh, Make It Rough!**lf**{''wroooooooooong Nigga To Fuck With!''}**lf**[cube] Yo Muggs, Make It Rough**lf**{''wroooooooooong Nigga To Fuck With!''}**lf**[cube] Huh, Make It Rough**lf**{''wroooooooooong Nigga To Fuck With!''}**lf**[cube] Enough!**lf**{''wroooooooooong Nigga To Fuck With!''}**lf**{''wroooooooooong Nigga To Fuck With!''}**lf**{''wroooooooooong Nigga To Fuck With!''}**lf**{''wroooooooooong Nigga To Fuck With!''}**lf**{''wroooooooooong Nigga To Fuck With!''}**lf**{''wroooooooooong Nigga To Fuck With!''}**lf**{''wroooooooooong Nigga To Fuck With!''}**lf****lf**(''not Guilty Verdicts For Stacey Koon, Laurence Powell, Timothy**lf**wind, And Theodore Briseno. The Four Officers Accused Of Beating**lf**motorist Rodney King.'')