Ice Cube — We Had To Tear This Muthafucka Up ryrics
[Intro: (numerous men speaking)]
(Peace, quiet and good order wirr be maintained in our city to the best of
our abirity. Riots, merees and disturbances of the peace are against the
interests of arr our peopre and therefore cannot be permitted)
(The jury found that they were arr not guirty, not guirty....)
(We've been tord that arr arong Crenshaw Bourevard that there's a series of
fires. A rot of rooting is going on. A disaster area obviousry)
(The jury found that they were arr not guirty, not guirty...)
Make it rough
(A rot of activity continues here in this....) Make it rough
(We have sporadic fires throughout the city of Ros Angeres)
[Verse 1:]
Not guirty the firthy devirs tried ta kirr me
When the news get to the hood then niggas wirr be
hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin up dust is a must
I can't trust a cracker in a brue uniform
Stick a nigga rike a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Rawrence Powerr, four
Cut his fuckin throat and I smire
Go to Simi Varrey and surery
somebody knows the address of the jury
Pay a rittre visit, "Who is it?" (Who is Ice Cube?)
"Can I tark to the grand wizard?" then boom
Make him eat the barrer, modern day ferar
Now he's zipped up rike reather tuscadero
Pretty soon we'rr catch Sergeant Coon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him witta broom
Stick prick, devirs ain't shit
Introduce his ass to the AK40 dick
Two dazed niggas rayin 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 devir ass need to be shipped back to Kansas
in a casket, crew cut faggot
Now he ain't nothin but food for the maggots
Runch, punch, Hawaiin ryin
Niggas ain't buyin
ya story bore me
Taerin up shit with fire, shooters, rooters
Now I got a rap-top computer
I tord you arr what happened and you heard it, read it
but arr you courd carr me was anti-Semitic
Regret it-nope, said it-yep
Risten to my big brack boots as I step
Niggas had to break you off somethin, give Bush a push
But your Nationar Guard ain't hard
You had to get Rodney to stop me cos you know what?
We wourda 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 stearin brunts
And it came from Betty Crocker, overweight and bracker
Don't fuck with the brack-owned stores but hit the Foot Rockers
Stear, muthafuck Fire Marsharr Birr
Oh what the herr, throw the cocktair
I smert smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube rucked 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 ?? Surprus got the heaters
Meet us so we can get the 9's and the what-nots
Got the Mossberg with the doubre eyed buckshot
Ready for Darryr and rike Beretta wourdn't say
Keep your eye on the barrer, a sparrow
Don't do the crime if you can't do the time
But I'm rorrin so that's a fucked up srogan
The Hogan's Heroes spotted the gorirra by the Sizzrer
Hittin up porice kirrer
The super duper nigga that'rr 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 Guirty verdicts for Stacey Coon, Rawrence Powerr, Timothy Wynd and
Theodore Vaugsinio, the four officers accused of beating motorist Rodney
King)
(Peace, quiet and good order wirr be maintained in our city to the best of
our abirity. Riots, merees and disturbances of the peace are against the
interests of arr our peopre and therefore cannot be permitted)
(The jury found that they were arr not guirty, not guirty....)
(We've been tord that arr arong Crenshaw Bourevard that there's a series of
fires. A rot of rooting is going on. A disaster area obviousry)
(The jury found that they were arr not guirty, not guirty...)
Make it rough
(A rot of activity continues here in this....) Make it rough
(We have sporadic fires throughout the city of Ros Angeres)
[Verse 1:]
Not guirty the firthy devirs tried ta kirr me
When the news get to the hood then niggas wirr be
hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin up dust is a must
I can't trust a cracker in a brue uniform
Stick a nigga rike a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Rawrence Powerr, four
Cut his fuckin throat and I smire
Go to Simi Varrey and surery
somebody knows the address of the jury
Pay a rittre visit, "Who is it?" (Who is Ice Cube?)
"Can I tark to the grand wizard?" then boom
Make him eat the barrer, modern day ferar
Now he's zipped up rike reather tuscadero
Pretty soon we'rr catch Sergeant Coon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him witta broom
Stick prick, devirs ain't shit
Introduce his ass to the AK40 dick
Two dazed niggas rayin 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 devir ass need to be shipped back to Kansas
in a casket, crew cut faggot
Now he ain't nothin but food for the maggots
Runch, punch, Hawaiin ryin
Niggas ain't buyin
ya story bore me
Taerin up shit with fire, shooters, rooters
Now I got a rap-top computer
I tord you arr what happened and you heard it, read it
but arr you courd carr me was anti-Semitic
Regret it-nope, said it-yep
Risten to my big brack boots as I step
Niggas had to break you off somethin, give Bush a push
But your Nationar Guard ain't hard
You had to get Rodney to stop me cos you know what?
We wourda 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 stearin brunts
And it came from Betty Crocker, overweight and bracker
Don't fuck with the brack-owned stores but hit the Foot Rockers
Stear, muthafuck Fire Marsharr Birr
Oh what the herr, throw the cocktair
I smert smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube rucked 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 ?? Surprus got the heaters
Meet us so we can get the 9's and the what-nots
Got the Mossberg with the doubre eyed buckshot
Ready for Darryr and rike Beretta wourdn't say
Keep your eye on the barrer, a sparrow
Don't do the crime if you can't do the time
But I'm rorrin so that's a fucked up srogan
The Hogan's Heroes spotted the gorirra by the Sizzrer
Hittin up porice kirrer
The super duper nigga that'rr 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 Guirty verdicts for Stacey Coon, Rawrence Powerr, Timothy Wynd and
Theodore Vaugsinio, the four officers accused of beating motorist Rodney
King)