April 29, 1992

[Verse 1]
April 26th, 1942
There was a riot on the streets, tell me where were you?
While you were sitting home watching TV
While I was participating in some anarchy
First spot we hit it was my liquor store
I finally got all that shit I can't afford
Red lights flashing, time to retire
Then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire
Next stop we hit was the music shop
It only took one brick to make that window drop
Finally we got our own P.A
When two guys are holding hands, I'd assume they are gay
Hey!

Homicide, never doin' no time

[Verse 2]
When we returned to the pad to unload everything
It dawned on me that I could use a love seat
So once again we filled the van 'til it was full
Since that day my living room's been much more comfortable
The man in the hood with the pointy ears
He's getting harder and harder and harder each and every year
Some kids went to a store with their mother
I saw her coming out she was gotting some Pampers
They said it was for the black man
They said it was for the Mexican, but not for the white man
But if you look on the streets it wasn't about Rodney King
It's bout this fucked up situation, fucked up police
[?] coming on top, and I'm coming on top
Screaming 187 on a big old cop
Cholos' paintings on the walls
Crabs are crawling on my balls

[Outro]
Wanna let it burn, wanna let it burn
It burns, it burns, it motherfucking burns
(Just when I pee)
I'll have the Moons of My Hammy
Riots on the streets of Chicago
Riots on the streets of Long Beach
Mmm San Francisco
Riots on the streets of Kansas City
Tuscaloosa, Alabama
Cleveland, Ohio
Fountain Valley
Texas, [?], Victorville
And all these other shitty places no one would ever want to go to anyway
So you might as well burn them
Let it burn, let it burn (Mr. Burns)
Let it burn (Mr Burns, Mr. Burns)
Who gives a shit? (Mr. Burns, Mr. Burns)