The Revolution

album by: gangstas paradise
artist by: coolio
im seein bodiez in the alley and blood in the valley
from the shores of maine all the way to compton cali
im 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 dont 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 tomarrow
cuz life is full of hardships, pimpslaps, and sorrow
ya gotta believe in something, but whatever ya do
make sure what you believe is real and true
fuck the liez an alibiez an come to realize
my vision wont 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....
-chorus-
when the revolution come im gonna be up front
with my finga on the trigga of a mossburgh pump
when the revolution come im gonna be right there
with my nine in my hand and braids in my hair
ive been hollerin and hoopin yeah
lootin an shootin
im doin some recruitin to bring mo troops in
niggaz dont 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 wont be individual
on the nigga nuts cuz he rollin in the sixty-fo
yo favorite line is fuck all a yall
but one day theres gonna be a final call
thats why im rollin deep in the motherfuckin jeep
always on the peep an my crew dont fall asleep
so pull your money outa your pocket an put it in the middle
this aint no roosta ass chicken george nigga on a fiddle, huh
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
in my mothafuckin self i trust....
-chorus-
way back in the dayz we used to sling em in the street
but now when niggaz get beat
they wanna 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
niggaz cant fight then walk away
im 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 bfore i disobey
its the one - two combination punch to the throat
theres a hole in ya boat bitch
thats all she wrote
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
in my mothafuckin self i trust....
-chorus-
when the revolution come im gonna be straight loc
goin out in a cloud of pistol smoke
the revolution come...........
........the revolution come.