Dr. Dre – The Day The n#gg#z Took Over

Dr. Dre – The Day The n#gg#z Took Over Lyrics

Artist: Dr. Dre
Song: The Day The n#gg#z Took Over

I’ma say this and I’ma end 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 suffered in South Africa from apartheid and sh#t

Dammit, you need to step your punk-ass to the side
And let us brothers and us Africans step in
And start putting some foot in that ass!
Break ’em off something, break ’em off something

Break ’em off something, break ’em off something
Break ’em off something, break ’em off something
Break ’em off something, break ’em off something
I got my finger on the trigger, some n#gg#s wonder why

But living in the city, it’s do-or-die
I got my finger on the trigger, some n#gg#s wonder why
But living in the city, it’s do-or-die
Them wonder why mi violent, them no really understand

For the reason why mi take mi law in mi own hand
Mi not out for peace and mi not Rodney King
The gun goes click, mi gun goes bang
Them riot in Compton and them riot in Long Beach

Them riot in L.A. ’cause them no really wanna see
n#gg#s start to loot and police start to shoot
Lock us down at seven o’clock, barricade us like Beirut
Mi don’t show no love ’cause it’s us against them

Them never, ever love me ’cause it’s sport to break them
And kill, at my own risk, if I may
To lay, to spray with my AK, and put ’em to rest
Yes, we have—there have been riots, ah, uh, 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
How many n#gg#s are ready to loot?

Yeah, so what you wanna do? What you wanna do?
I said, how many n#gg#s are ready to loot?
Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9
That’s what they told us today, “In other words, you still a slave”

No matter how much money you got, you still ain’t sh#t!
Sitting in my living room, calm and collected
Feeling that gotta-get-mine perspective
‘Cause what I just heard broke me in half

And half the n#gg#s I know, plus the n#gg#s on the Row is bailing
Laugh now, but cry much later
You see, when n#gg#s get together, they get mad ’cause they can’t fade us
Like my n#gg#s from South Central, Los Angeles

They found that they couldn’t handle us
Bloods, Crips on the same squad
With the Ese’s helping, n#gg#, it’s time to rob and mob
And break the white man off something lovely, biddy-bye-bye

I don’t love them so them can’t love me
Yo, straight putting it down, getting my scoot on
It’s jumping off in Compton so I gots to get my loot on
And come up on me some furniture or something

Got a VCR in the back of my car
That I ganked from the Slauson Swap Meet
And m#th*rf#ck*rs better not try to stop me
‘Cause they will see that I can’t be stopped

‘Cause I’ma c#ck my Glock and pop ’til they all drop
Yes, on the videotape we seem to have the, uh
People in the crowd throwing things at the officers
And swinging at them as well

As there was a, uh, young woman there, you see, took a swing at—
At an officer with some object in her hand
How many n#gg#s are ready to loot?
Yeah, so what you wanna do? What you wanna do?

I said, how many n#gg#s are ready to loot?
Got myself an Uzi and my brother a nine
I got my finger on the trigger, some n#gg#s wonder why
But living in the city, it’s do-or-die

I got my finger on the trigger, some n#gg#s wonder why
But living in the city, it’s do-or-die
One-time trigger happy, no n#gg# love
One-eighty-seven time, time to grab the glove

Can’t get prints on a nine I throw away
Or get prints on my Uzi when it spray
Pop-pop, pop, another m#th*rf#ck*r drop
And I get relief like, plop, plop, fizz

Smash, I crashed his head like a window
I ain’t Nintendo, I’m high off the indo
Creeping, with the quickness to the cut
Bust one to his head while he munches on a doughnut

And crack-up, so now he best to back up
I guess I gots to pack up, filling the clip up
I zip uptown but motherf#cking cops are all around
Helicopters flying, these m#th*rf#ck*rs trying

To catch me and stretch me on Death Row
But hell no, the poor blacks refuse to go
This now covers a very, very wide area of Los Angeles where these fires have been, uh, ignited
I mean, from here to the, uh, to the south end of South Central is a long way

Break ’em off something, break ’em off something
Break ’em off something, break ’em off something
Break ’em off something, break ’em off something
Break ’em off something, break ’em off something

The outcome of this is destruction, so them all fall
n#gg#s don’t give a f#ck, so them bust and them fall
The description of three blacks
Shows no justice, so, pick up it’s your right

If you riot again, mi, turn the other cheek
We, be too many, mi got, mi nine to my side
So mi bust, flick, ’cause he don’t give a f#ck
And mi don’t give a f#ck

And all my problems end with that buck-buck
Blam, blam, blam ’til them fall
Listen to the shots from a n#gg# Doggy Dogg, biddy-bye
Diggidy Daz and RBX, them bust gun shots

Come again
Find more lyrics at https://dcslyrics.com

Dr. Dre Lyrics – The Day The n#gg#z Took Over

Please support our site by sharing it.
And please follow our site to get the latest lyrics for all your favourite songs.

From the album:
The Chronic [Explicit]
Release Year: 1992