Savage Lifestyle [explicit] Lyrics - Game

Bob, you can pan over a little bit. Look at this right here, this is a suburban type Jeep with a sharp shooter peering outside of the sunroof with an automatic rifle. It appears to be a scene you might see in Operation Desert Storm and we've been seeing this all night 

It's a trap, it's a trap 

Why they ain't tell us red and blue don't matter when you black? 

Matter of fact we in blindfolds, bunch of lost souls 

Kids shot dead in the streets, now they eyes closed 

How you call the angels when it's kings getting beat up? 

And Gil Garcetti in his office with his feet up 

No way to dodge police brutality 

Sellin' crack cocaine, makin' a teacher's salary 

Mexicans hoppin' the borders in the thousands 

Become cholos, one button Pendletons, they stylin' 

Crips on the corner in Dodger blue with they gold chains 

Bloods sportin' corn rows and Chucks with the red strings 

Sun goin' down so them Chevys 'bout to roll out 

Fiends scratchin' themselves, stumblin' out the dope house 

Niggas tyin' bandanas, 'bout to put the drum on 

Kids tryna make it home 'fore street lights come on 

The way we live is savage 

The way we live is savage 

The way we live is savage 

The way we live is savage 

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So grab that gun, load that clip 

Grab that torch, light that shit, grab that stick 

Grab that brick, throw it. it's time to riot 

If you don't see black owned in the window, it's on fire 

Start here, end up over there 

The smell of gun powder in the air 

And just so we clear, this is pain and despair 

We burn our own shit and we aware and don't care 

Tell the national guards to disappear 

We got guns too and we ain't scared 

So fuck the man, fuck the President Bush and his legislation 

Shit gotta change, we ain't waitin', fuck patience 

Cause the government corrupt, I can prove it 

Martin, Malcolm, Huey P. Newton 

And that's why the whole city out here lootin' 

How can we stand here and not do shit? 

All this smoke over the hood lookin' like low clouds 

Cars with no miles on fire, they broke down 

White people wishin' that they was at home 

Asians frontin' like they business is black owned 

Far from stupid, we comin' in the stores trippin' 

Runnin' in swap meets for they Jordans and they Pippins 

Crowbars, bats, anythin' that break glass 

They fucked Rodney King up and now it's they ass 

So it's bottle rockets through the window 

Kids that was never smokin' endo 

Fiends kickin' in doors, stealin' Nintendos 

Niggas robbin' liquor stores with taped up "Duck Hunt" guns 

City burnin' but it's fucked up fun 

National guards on the corner 

They don't know the hood, they foreigners 

We was bustin' at the cops before Chris Dorner 

Ghetto birds flyin' over the hood, they see us 

Showin' the fuck out, cleanin' the trucks out 

Niggas mobbin' down the streets pushin' big screens and baskets 

Starin' straight into the cameras, no ski mask 

Just pandemonium, niggas lootin' what they homies in 

Runnin' around with Scarface guns like they was Tony and them 

Who, what, where, when, how the fuck they gon' stop us? 

When the last 50 years we accustomed to window shoppin' 

So we takin' lighters to the tip of magazines 

Dip 'em in gasoline and set this motherfucker on (fire) 

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The whole world watchin', Los Angeles is on (fire) 

Yeah, yeah (fire) 

1992, was you here for the (fire?) 

Uh-huh 

Standin' on the corner with a brick in my hand 

When my mother told me sit in the van, nah fuck that 

Foot Locker chained up, wire cutters cut that 

Niggas Crip walkin' where Reginald Denny's truck at 

Police cars, drivin' by niggas in slow mo 

If you white don't stop at the light, 'cause that's a no-no 

Runnin' through the malls, give us everything polo 

The first time niggas ain't have beef with the cholos 

'92, fire lit the skyline, and why we loot? 

To capture that forbidden truth cause Adam never ate the fruit 

Fuck your blue suits, your badge, and them high beams 

We out here sellin' chronic, we ain't have no Jimmy Iovines 

Shit burnin', you gon' need more than Visine 

We makin' a movie better than anyone that I've seen 

Should be on Showtime, HBO, Cinemax 

Get a match, we gon' make sure that y'all remember that (fire) 

The whole world watchin', Los Angeles is on (fire) 

Yeah, yeah (fire) 

1992, was you here for the (fire?) 

Uh-huh 

Make me wanna holla 

The way they do my life 

Make me wanna holla 

The way they do my life 

This ain't living, this ain't living 

No-no baby, this ain't living 

No, no, no, no 

Inflation, no chance 

To increase