[Intro Skit]
Awowowow (Owowowowo!)
Elliott Gould: The irony is that most of the stores that were destroyed during the riots were owned by black people
Edward Furlong: That's stupid though, I mean, why trash your own neighborhood?
Elliott Gould: That's my point it's an irrational act, it's like an expression of rage by people who feel neglected and turned away by the system
Beverly D'Angelo: Exactly, I mean it's like we had in Watts or the riots in Chicago in '68
Edward Norton: It's crap, I don't buy that for a minute. Calling a riot an irrational expression of rage, that's such a copout, it's opportunism at it's worst, it's a bunch of people grabbing any excuse they can find to go and loot a store, nothing more
[Chorus]
Ah, ah, ayy, claws piercing her throat (Bang, bang)
Need a lioness, nose covered in coke (Ayy, ah, ah, ayy)
Pride to it (Ayy), need a chain hanging I choke (Ayy, god damn, god, ayy, ayy)
Pride to it (Ayy, damn), need a bass banging I joke (Ayy, skrt, damn, ah, ah damn)
[Verse]
Jump gang, that's 12 people (Woah), no joke (Woah, huh, woah)
Said how it feels (Woah), that's my caron (Woah), no joke (Woah, ah, ah, uh)
My coupe with me (Woah), them stab wounds are no joke (Uh-huh, woah, uh-huh, woah)
My pack with me (Woah), them field niggas (Woah), no joke (Woah-woah, woah)
Uh (Ah, ah, woah), eyes locked on my prey (Drug, drug, drug)
It's follow the leader (Drug), you spread
And your niggas get sprayed (Drug, ah, acid, acid)
I'm eyeing your chain (Skrt), I'm eyeing your chain (Uh-huh, acid, acid)
What's up with your niggas, they eyeing me
Like they want to get 'em some ah (Ah)
Awowowow (Owowowowo!)
Elliott Gould: The irony is that most of the stores that were destroyed during the riots were owned by black people
Edward Furlong: That's stupid though, I mean, why trash your own neighborhood?
Elliott Gould: That's my point it's an irrational act, it's like an expression of rage by people who feel neglected and turned away by the system
Beverly D'Angelo: Exactly, I mean it's like we had in Watts or the riots in Chicago in '68
Edward Norton: It's crap, I don't buy that for a minute. Calling a riot an irrational expression of rage, that's such a copout, it's opportunism at it's worst, it's a bunch of people grabbing any excuse they can find to go and loot a store, nothing more
[Chorus]
Ah, ah, ayy, claws piercing her throat (Bang, bang)
Need a lioness, nose covered in coke (Ayy, ah, ah, ayy)
Pride to it (Ayy), need a chain hanging I choke (Ayy, god damn, god, ayy, ayy)
Pride to it (Ayy, damn), need a bass banging I joke (Ayy, skrt, damn, ah, ah damn)
[Verse]
Jump gang, that's 12 people (Woah), no joke (Woah, huh, woah)
Said how it feels (Woah), that's my caron (Woah), no joke (Woah, ah, ah, uh)
My coupe with me (Woah), them stab wounds are no joke (Uh-huh, woah, uh-huh, woah)
My pack with me (Woah), them field niggas (Woah), no joke (Woah-woah, woah)
Uh (Ah, ah, woah), eyes locked on my prey (Drug, drug, drug)
It's follow the leader (Drug), you spread
And your niggas get sprayed (Drug, ah, acid, acid)
I'm eyeing your chain (Skrt), I'm eyeing your chain (Uh-huh, acid, acid)
What's up with your niggas, they eyeing me
Like they want to get 'em some ah (Ah)
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