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Coolio / The Revolution
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I'm seein' bodies in the alley and blood in the valley
From the shores of Maine all the way to Compton Cali
I'm callin' rally to the homies in the street light
Take a real close at what it look like
A young nigga in the ghetto raised up on whit
The first thing momma told him was don't take no shit
Playin' tag with body bag
Bullets and bloody rag
And did you put the dodge on the toe tag?
Whoever the man today, might not be the man tomorrow
'Cause life is full of hardships, pimp slaps, and sorrow
Ya gotta believe in something, but whatever ya do
Make sure what you believe is real and true
Fuck the lies an' alibies an' come to realize
My vision won't assault of wasted on blind lil' eyes
Like A T an' T ya gotta make a switch
O' get pushed to the side like a lil' ol' bitch
When the revolution come I'm gonna be up front
With my finger on the trigga of a Mossberg pump
When the revolution come I'm gonna be right there
With my nine in my hand and braids in my hair
Make everyone aware that rebels and riots still smolders in spots
Like Newark and Harlem, Chicago and Watts
I've been hollerin' and hoopin' yeah
Lootin' an' shootin'
I'm doin' some recruitin' to bring mo' troops in
Niggas don't be doin' what they 'posed to do
They betta post on the corna with the busta crew
Playin' games I used to play back in '79
With the same bullshit an' the same ol' lie
If you want some respect ya won't be individual
On the nigga nuts 'cause he rollin' in the Sixty-fo'
Yo favorite line is fuck all a y'all
But one day there's gonna be a final call
That's why I'm rollin' deep in the motherfuckin' Jeep
Always on the peep an' my crew don't fall asleep
So pull your money outa your pocket an' put it in the middle
This ain't no rooster ass Chicken George nigga on a fiddle, huh
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
In my mothafuckin' self I trust
When the revolution come I'm gonna be up front
With my finger on the trigga of a Mossberg pump
When the revolution come I'm gonna be right there
With my nine in my hand and braids in my hair
But they don't believe the revolution is coming with chills
You better watch out, you better watch out
Watch out, watch out, watch out, watch out my folks
Way back in the days we used to sling 'em in the street
But now when niggas get beat
They want to go an' get their heat
Everybody know that you know how to kill
But tell me do you how to let a nigga live
I gotta dream that maybe one day
Niggas can't fight then walk away
I'm talkin' fist to cuff with them pistols up, an'
Shoot 'em from the shoulders
To show them you can hold your
I sing the song of the fight of the black man
In America in a state of hysteria
No longa will I accept the second rate
I plan to set the record straight be 'fore I disobey
Its the one - two combination punch to the throat
There's a hole in ya boat bitch
That's all she wrote
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
In my mothafuckin' self I trust
When the revolution come I'm gonna be up front
With my finger on the trigga of a Mossberg pump
When the revolution come I'm gonna be right there
With my nine in my hand and braids in my hair
When the revolution come I'ma be straight low
Going out in a cloud of pistol smoke
The revolution come,the revolution come
That nigga sure is bringing trouble sure go an' get himself killed
Sure will(sure will, sure will)
South central Los Angeles is a halla car, flame and smoke
As proud black warriors all come forth
To reclaim our destiny restore our hope
To make everyone aware that rebels and riots still smolder in spots
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