Fuck Rodney King Lyrics

Fuck Rodney King lyrics

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