Anger, hostility towards the opposition
Anger, hostility towards the opposition
Anger, hostility towards the opposition
Anger, hostility towards the opposition
Anger, hostility towards the opposition
Anger, hostility towards the opposition
Anger, hostility towards the opposition
Anger, hostility towards the opposition
Anger, hostility towards the opposition
Anger, hostility towards the opposition
Anger, hostility towards the opposition
Anger, hostility towards the opposition
Anger, hostility towards the opposition
Anger, hostility towards the opposition
Anger, hostility towards the opposition
Anger, hostility towards the opposition
Anger, anger, anger, anger
Watch the capital
Boom boom boom boom down
187 L.A. trademark, don′t come to the killing fields
If you ain't got no fucking heart
′Cuz Willie, Ira and Daryl will get you
Got you fucked up and dead
Will be the way of your walk, damn right
I hate L.A. swine with a passion gee
'Cuz my pops was killed by the fucking L.A.P.D
Yes they killed my daddy, yup they killed my daddy
And if I don't blast ′em back
You know they gonna fucking kill me
Do me like they did Natasha
Back turned from a gat hollow tip
To the dome they got ya
April 29, L.A., swine not guilty fools
Down for the payback on Florence and Normandy
Anger, anger, anger, anger, boom
I′m coming straight from that L.A. concrete
True blue motherfucker about for generations deep
But who's the real motherfucker though?
And what does that fake know about
Motherfucking South Central?
Fool, what you know about a set or a sign?
Fake motherfucker, never even seen a nine
But if I catch you slippin′ punk
I'm gonna fade ya ′cuz I need ya
With that ghetto perpetrator
Anger, anger, anger, anger, boom
I got that anger, you got that anger
We got that anger, drop that motherfucking anger
April 29, Florence to Normandy, April 29, Florence to Normandy
April 29, Florence to Normandy, April 29, Florence to Normandy
April 29, Florence to Normandy, April 29, Florence to Normandy
Jack for my human rights, I'm acting about it, can′t you fuck?
Jack for my human rights, I'm acting about it, can't you fuck?
April 29, Florence to Normandy, April 29, Florence to Normandy
April 29, Florence to Normandy, April 29, Florence to Normandy
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, what?
Fuck, fuck, what? Fuck, fuck
Fuck, watch the capital boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom
Straight to a tomb fool
Writer(s): James Morris, Chris Lee, Rogelio Lozano, Rey Oropeza
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