Video musicale

Video musicale

Testi

[Verse 1]
April 29th, 1992
There was a riot on the streets, tell me, where were you?
You were at home watching your TV
While I was participating in some anarchy
The first spot we hit, it was a liquor store
I finally got all of the alcohol I couldn't afford
With the red lights flashing, it was time to retire
So we turned that liquor store into a structure fire
Next spot we hit up was a music shop
It only took one brick to watch that window drop
Finally, we got our own PA
Where do you think I got this guitar that you're hearing today? Yo
[Verse 2]
Homicide, never doing no time
We got back to the crib to unload our things
It dawned on me I needed new home furnishings
So once again, we filled the van until it was full
And since that day, my living room's been much more comfortable
'Cause everybody in the hood has had it up to here
It's getting harder and harder and harder each and every year
Some kids went in a store with their mother
When she was coming out, she had some Pampers
[Verse 3]
Yeah, they said it was for the Black man, they said it was for the Mexican
And not for the white man, but if you was out on the street
It wasn't about Rodney King
It's about this fucked up situation and these fucked up police
It's about coming up and staying on top
And singing "1-8-7" on a motherfucking cop
It's not the papers, it's on the wall
National Guard, smoke from all around
[Bridge]
Wanna let it burn, let it, let it burn
Wanna let it burn, let it, let it burn
Riots in the streets of Miami
Riots in the streets of Chicago
Riots in the streets of Long Beach
Riots in the streets of San Francisco
Oh, let it burn, let it burn, let it burn
Philly town, Pennsylvania, Eugene, Oregon
Tuscaloosa, Alabama, Cleveland, Ohio, yeah
[Outro]
Murderer when it comes a rhyme
Homicide, never doing no time
We gonna let it burn
Let it, let it burn, gonna let it burn, let it burn
Murderer, murderer when it comes a rhyme
Gonna let it burn, riots in the streets of Chicago
Homicide, never doing no time
I'm always gettin' respect
Let it burn, burn, gonna let it burn
Written by: Bradley Nowell, Lawrence Parker, Marshall Goodman, Michael Happoldt
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