Intro: (*numerous men speaking*)      (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)