The Day The Niggaz Took Over Lyrics by Dr.dre

The Day The Niggaz Took Over Lyrics

    Artist: dr. dre featuring snoop doggy dogg, rbx, dat nigga daz
    Intro: *guy talking*

    I'ma say this and i'ma gettin mine. if you ain't down for the africans
    Here in the united states, period point blank. if you ain't down for the
    Ones that suffer in south africa from apartheid and shit. devil you need to
    Step your punk ass to the side and let us brothers and us africans step in
    And start puttin some funk in that ass

    Hook:

    Break em off sometin (8x)

    Chorus: snoop doggy dogg

    I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why
    But livin in the city it's do-or-die
    *repeat*

    Verse one: dat nigga daz

    They wonder where me bailin and don't really understand
    The reason why they take me life and me ???? hand
    Me not out for peace and me not rodney king
    Me gun goes click, me gun goes bang
    Them riot in compton and them riot in long beach
    Them rion in they lakers and don't really wanna see
    Niggaz start to loot and police start to shoot
    Lock it down at seven o'clock, then again it's like beirut
    Me don't show no love cuz it's us against them
    Them never ever love me cuz it's sport to break de,
    And kill at my own risk if i may
    Delay to spray with my ak and put it to rest

    Interlude: *news report*

    Yes we have. there have been riots, ahh, rioting, well i don't wanna say
    Rioting but there's been looting downtown, but right now bree, what i want
    To show you is, they have started fires down at the end of the street

    Bridge:

    [all] how many niggaz are ready to lose?
    [snoop] yeah, so what you wanna do?
    [dre] what you wanna do?
    [all] i said how many niggas are ready to lose
    [rbx] got myself an uzi and my brother a 9

    Interlude: *guy talking*

    Nobody told us today, in otherwords,
    You're still a slave. no matter how
    Much money you got, you still ain't shit

    Verse two: dr. dre

    Sittin in my livin room calm and collected
    Feelin mad, gotta get mine respected
    Cuz what i just heard broke me in half
    And half the niggaz i know, plus the niggaz on the row, is bailin
    Laugh now but cry much later
    Ya see when niggas get together they get mad cuz they can't fade us
    Like my niggas from south central, los angeles
    They find that they couldn't handle us
    Bloods, crips on the same squad
    With the ese's thumpin, nigga it's time ta rob and mob
    (and break the white man off somthin lovely, biddy-bye-bye
    I don't love dem so they can't love me)
    Yo straight puttin down gettin my scoot on
    Let's jump in off in compton so i gots ta get my loot on
    And come up on me some furniture or sometin
    Got a vcr
    In the back of my car
    That i ganked from the slauson swap meet
    And motherfuckers better not try to stop me
    Cuz they will see that i can't be stopped
    Cuz i'ma cock my glock and pop til they all drop

    Interlude: *news report*

    There has been videotape and you can see of the, aah, some of the crowd
    Throwin things at the officers
    And swingin at them as well. like there was a young woman there. you see
    She took a swing at an officer with some object in her hand

    Bridge:

    [all] how many niggaz are ready to lose?
    [snoop] yeah, so what you wanna do?
    [dre] what you wanna do?
    [all] i said how many niggas are ready to lose
    [rbx] got myself an uzi and my brother a 9

    Chorus: rbx

    I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why
    But livin in the city it's do-or-die
    *repeat*

    Verse three: rbx

    One-time trigger happy, no nigga love
    187 time, time to grab the glove
    Can't get prints so a 9 i throw away
    Or get prints so my uzi witta spray
    Pop pop pop another motherfucker drop
    And i get relived like *?bop bop says?*
    Smash, i crashed his head like a window
    I ain't no dead do', i'm high off the indo
    Creepin with the quickness to the cut
    Bust one to his head while he munches on that donut
    And cracker so now he best to back up
    I guess i gots ta pack up, fillin the clip up, i zip up-
    Town, the motherfuckin cops are all around
    Helicopters flyin
    These motherfuckers tryin
    To catch me and stretch me on death row
    But hell no's the poor black refuse to go

    Interlude: *news report*

    This is now coverin a very, very wide area of los angeles where these
    Fires have been, aah, ignited. i mean, from here to the, aah, to the south
    End of south central is a long way

    Hook:

    Break em off sometin (8x)

    Verse four: dat nigga daz

    The outcome of this is destruction so the more fall
    Niggaz don't give a fuck so tem bust and before
    Niggaz backin up three black shows
    No justice so they copied ya right
    And here i am again, me, turn the other cheek, me
    Be too many wigs got me 9 to my tights
    So me bust, flick cuz he don't give a fuck
    And me don't give a fuckin of my problems
    In with their fuck fuck

    Outro: snoop doogy dogg

    Blak blam, blam to dem fall
    Listen to the shots from my nigga doggy dogg, biddy-bye
    Dr dre him bust gun shots
    Diggity daz and rbx them bust gun shots
    Come again!

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