[ VERSE 1 ]
Hittin corners in a six-trey Chevrolet
Rag-top Impalla, top dollar
Got my cousin Laid-Back ridin shotgun
Cause I got the front-and-back hydraulic hot one
Juiced up, and I`m itchin to hit the switches
Crawlin over train tracks, avoidin all ditches
Ice-skatin on the 20-inch tires
Jack up the ass, and flex the gold dayton wires
Now I`m down to take a risk
Gettin geeked up off a compact disc
I went hoppin up Crenshaw, niggas hang loose
Lookin for my homies to celebrate the gang truce
And they about to throw a cook-out
So I`m puttin down the hump, we sailin on the look-out
For C.H.P., I was a teenage gee
So I`m readin a graffiti
The walls say `peace treaty`
[ VERSE 2 ]
Lookin at the aftermath of the riot
I can still smell the ashes
>From all the clashes
But quiet is kept, it wasn`t just the blacks
Everybody was lootin, and had each other`s backs
We came through in understandin, demandin
Justice, bust this, we all had our hand in
The cookie jar, took it far enough to make a statement
Daryl Gates - that`s where all the hate went
We pass by a swap meet
Been shoppin at for years, but it couldn`t stop heat
See ya, wouldn`t wanna be your next door neighbor
Less government relief checks, more labor
10 percent blood suckers of the poor took a loss
For exploitation, had to show em who was boss
Teach em not to be so greedy
Had to shut em down, bound by a peace treaty
Bound by a peace treaty
[ VERSE 3 ]
Hit the park, bailed out the car
And seen blue and red everywhere, look how strong we are
Niggas showin up from this gang and that gang
Nobody set-trippin, cause it`s a black thing
People just partyin, sippin on a cup
Some of the Compton F.O.I. even showed up
Suited and booted, kickin it with the locs
In unity, soon we`ll be lovin all black foks
I heard Solo, bumpin in a Blazer
Clownin on a car phone, blowin up my pager
Watts-Up is on the set
Just checkin out the scenery, brothers I ain`t never met
Is hittin me up, I had to swallow my pride
Just kept steppin, hit em up and said, Right
Ain`t no drama, cause I`m mobbin with Laid-Back
I seen Big Jess, Jay and K-Mac
They used to work them narcotics
Like my nigga L-Wood and Renegade from the street products
We used to jack from the rich, and then give to the needy
But now it`s a peace treaty
[ VERSE 4 ]
And now the party`s acceleratin
The whole crowd bounce, and sho nuff celebratin
Ain`t nobody bustin shots
I bumped into Mike a/k/a Mo` Like Watts
An O.G., cause he`s older
Lovin every minute of it, with the camcorder on his shoulder
So he could capture the moment, and reminisce
I`ma always remember this
Because my niggas made the history books
And now the mystery looks
A lot clearer
The man in the mirror
Got power
It`s now or
Never, more than ever
Black people have to stick together
But yo, let`s hear it for the Bloods and the Crips
I gots to admit it
Y`all brothers did it
I just hope it don`t cease
For the sake of all the homies that`s restin in peace
