Our government is fucked Sure to bring us down The media incites civil unrest Hatred can bring you down [Chorus] WAR!!! I don't want your war WAR!!! WE DON'T NEED YOUR WAR We don't need your war WAR!!! Military beasts starvin countries Drama brings you to your knees Spill your blood to save humanity Dyin for the food we feed [Chorus] Our government is fucked Sure to bring us down The media incites civil unrest Hatred can bring you down Injustice drives you crazy It drive L.A. insane In this generation hatred is the name [Chorus] WAR!!! L.A. '92 Bastard magic should make you cry The answer to the question is we ain't gonna die L.A. '92
Police can make me under stress While all L.A.'s a fuckin mess Don't patronise my fuckin ass Some heads will get crashed L.A. '92
Bush has got his upper cut He's goin to fuckin war He won't revert to sticks and stones Just bullet holes and broken bones Chaos, chaos, chaos, chaos Don't give a fuck!
Everybody knock ya down No weight support so taken down The juk-jock, We ain't got shit, now had enough Chaos, chaos, chaos, chaos Don't give a fuck!
It's goin' down. Yo the girl got a gun, best run. Because she's quick to flip and empty out the clip, and make a man understand where she's comin' from. The hardcore's connected to the base of her fate. She just breaks and bring drama to the situation, ejaculation of my projectile, she's buck wild. Better recognize when she comes she comes correct. Collects respect and if not, you catch a broken neck. Buddy look down and your shirts all bloody, looks like she caught you with a bad one for messin with da mad one. Told you bout this girl before, you didn't listen to me. As I talk, now you're stalked by the hunter of the fronter, who's size five and sexy. Quick, they catch your body and another one next week. Huh it doesn't matter cuz the girl stays strapped she says she had enough of men and now she's lookin for payback. And there's no way you can fade her son. She walks softly but she carries a big gun.
Chorus: She walks softly but she carries a big gun. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. And there's no way that you can fade her son. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. She walks softly but she carries a big gun.
The most venemous feminist, homie, she ain't soft. You give her trouble then she might cut your head off. Or something that you like to think's the best: she'll blow big holes in your chest. She says she gotta cuz she says a lotta ladies won't She says she gotta cuz she says a lotta ladies don't She says she gotta cuz she says a lotta ladies can't She says she gotta cuz she knows a lotta ladies romance the thoughts of giving men their own medicine. Electrocute 'em light 'em up like Con Edison, she got no fear five rings in their ear, holes in their nose, way-out clothes. Living life to the fullest buck shot and bullets. Triggers she'll pull it, Earth she wanna rule it. Maybe she will cuz she's quick to kill. The city lights make her dresses tight, yes she bites. You never know where she'll come from. She walks softly but she carries a big gun
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You got no time to trip or argue, you're through. I'll bet she gets ya. Homeboy you'll catch a stretcher like so many before. She's on a bodycount tour. But not rock, she's puttin sucker punks in cops. You say she's nothin but a woman then you come up shot. You say "Why you wanna kill me?" and she says "why not?" Pop she got a body that'll make you cry. Pop she got a shotty that'll make you die. Don't bring drama to her homie, cuz you'll wind up flat. She'll put your ass horizontal then she'll peel your cap. She got no lovin', love is something that she never had. She loved her mother but she hate her motherfucking dad. So stay the hell out her way, cuz the girl don't play, NONE. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. (x3) So don't even try to play her, son. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. (x3) So don't even try to front, son. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. (until fade-out)
