Fuck rodney king in his ass 
When i see tha mothafucka i'ma blast 
Boom in his head, boom, boom in his back just like that 
Cause i'm tired of you good little niggas 
Saying increase the peace and let the violence cease 
When the black man built this country 
But can't get his for the prejudiced honky 
Rodney king, god damn sell-out 
On tv crying for a cop 
The same mothafuckas who beat the hell outcha 
Now i wish they would've shotcha 
Cause this shit is deeper than vietnam 
And ain't no room for the uncle tom 
Let the white man dress you up and mess you up 
I wouldn't be suprised if he sexed you up 
Cause you look like a gay 
Letting them white folks tell you what to say 
But i'm glad that niggas stayed out of check 
Cause that's the only thing rednecks respect 
We don't want your welfare checks 
Nigga need a real job to buy a rolex 
And until we get it, we gonna keep throwing them things 
Fuck rodney king! 
Fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em 
Fuck that nigga! 
Fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em 
Now the negro national anthem: 
"we shall overcome...we shall overcome..." 
Fuck all that singing 
I'ma be too busy swinging 
That's the problem with the black folks 
Always wanna bust a note 
And hold hands and form rallies 
And down niggas for fighting back in cali 
I'm down with the niggas who's nexting 
Fuck all that god damn protesting 
So don't try to pull it 
5th ward niggas fight bullets with bullets 
Right between the eyes 
So you can keep your mothafucking noble peace prize 
I said fuck rodney king and i mean it 
And any mothafucka out there who resent it 
Cause didn't nobody set a fire for willie d 
When the laws beat the fuck out of me 
Fuck rodney king! 
Fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em 
Fuck that nigga! 
Fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em 
Fuck that nigga! 
Fuck that mothafucking sell-out hoe 
They need to beat his ass some mo' 
Fool talking about stop the violence 
When niggas can't even shit in silence 
I can't ride up the street with my homies without 5-0 all on me 
Riding my tailgate and running my god damn license plate 
Sweating willie d since i'm a minority 
They fuck with me, i still got a lot of grudges 
It's high time that we take out some judges 
And some congressmen and senators who cheat us 
And all of these so called black leaders 
Like craig washington, nigga sound dense 
Trying to play both sides of the fence 
Brown nosing cause he was chosen 
By the whites to make niggas act right 
You can't lead the black struggle 
And be friends with the enemy, mothafucka 
While you trying to keep your fucking job 
Black folks getting robbed 
But when it's time for the revolution 
I'ma click, click, click, fuck this rap shit 
Cause money ain't shit but a grief 
If you ain't got no peace 
Gotta come on with it, get down for my little willies 
So they con come up strong and live long 
And not to be scared to get it on...