Savage Lifestyle

[Intro] Bob, you can pan over a little bit. Look at this right here, this is a suburban type Jeep with a sharp shooter peering outside of the sunroof with an automatic rifle. It appears to be a scene you might see in Operation Desert Storm and we've been seeing this all night [Verse 1] It's a trap, it's a trap Why they ain't tell us red and blue don't matter when you black? Matter of fact we in blindfolds, bunch of lost souls Kids shot dead in the streets, now they eyes closed How you call the angels when it's kings getting beat up? And Gil Garcetti in his office with his feet up No way to dodge police brutality Sellin' crack cocaine, makin' a teacher's salary Mexicans hoppin' the borders in the thousands Become cholos, one button Pendletons, they stylin' Crips on the corner in Dodger blue with they gold chains Bloods sportin' corn rows and Chucks with the red strings Sun goin' down so them Chevys 'bout to roll out Fiends scratchin' themselves, stumblin' out the dope house Niggas tyin' bandanas, 'bout to put the drum on Kids tryna make it home 'fore street lights come on [Bridge] The way we live is savage The way we live is savage The way we live is savage The way we live is savage [Verse 2: The Game & Lorine Chia] So grab that gun, load that clip Grab that torch, light that shit, grab that stick Grab that brick, throw it. it's time to riot If you don't see black owned in the window, it's on fire Start here, end up over there The smell of gun powder in the air And just so we clear, this is pain and despair We burn our own shit and we aware and don't care Tell the national guards to disappear We got guns too and we ain't scared So fuck the man, fuck the President Bush and his legislation Shit gotta change, we ain't waitin', fuck patience 'Cause the government corrupt, I can prove it Martin, Malcolm, Huey P. Newton And that's why the whole city out here lootin' How can we stand here and not do shit? All this smoke over the hood lookin' like low clouds Cars with no miles on fire, they broke down White people wishin' that they was at home Asians frontin' like they business is Black-owned Far from stupid, we comin' in the stores trippin' Runnin' in swap meets for they Jordans and they Pippins Crowbars, bats, anythin' that break glass They fucked Rodney King up and now it's they ass So it's bottle rockets through the window Kids that was never smokin' endo Fiends kickin' in doors, stealin' Nintendos Niggas robbin' liquor stores with taped up "Duck Hunt" guns City burnin' but it's fucked up fun National Guard's on the corner They don't know the hood, they foreigners We was bustin' at the cops before Chris Dorner Ghetto birds flyin' over the hood, they see us Showin' the fuck out, cleanin' the trucks out Niggas mobbin' down the streets pushin' big screens and baskets Starin' straight into the cameras, no ski mask Just pandemonium, niggas lootin' what they homies in Runnin' around with Scarface guns like they was Tony and them Who, what, where, when, how the fuck they gon' stop us? When the last 50 years we accustomed to window shoppin' So we takin' lighters to the tip of magazines Dip 'em in gasoline and set this motherfucker on (Fire) [Chorus: The Game & Lorine Chia] The whole world watchin', Los Angeles is on (Fire) Yeah, yeah (Fire) 1992, was you here for the (Fire?) Uh-huh [Verse 3: The Game & Lorine Chia] Standin' on the corner with a brick in my hand When my mother told me sit in the van, nah fuck that Foot Locker chained up, wire cutters cut that Niggas Crip walkin' where Reginald Denny's truck at Police cars, drivin' by niggas in slow mo If you white don't stop at the light, 'cause that's a no-no Runnin' through the malls, give us everything Polo The first time niggas ain't have beef with the cholos '92, fire lit the skyline, and why we loot? To capture that forbidden truth 'cause Adam never ate the fruit Fuck your blue suits, your badge, and them high beams We out here sellin' chronic, we ain't have no Jimmy Iovines Shit burnin', you gon' need more than Visine We makin' a movie better than any one that I've seen Should be on Showtime, HBO, Cinemax Get a match, we gon' make sure y'all remember that (Fire) [Chorus: The Game & Lorine Chia] The whole world watchin', Los Angeles is on (Fire) Yeah, yeah (Fire) 1992, was you here for the (Fire?) Uh-huh [Outro : Marvin Gaye] Make me wanna holla The way they do my life Make me wanna holla The way they do my life This ain't living, this ain't living No-no baby, this ain't living No, no, no, no Inflation, no chance To increase