Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Riot Pump , by - Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.. Song from the album New Funky Nation, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.1989
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Riot Pump |
| So how you figure we gon' pump this crowd up, homeboy? |
| Just pass me the riot pump |
| I’ll pump this crowd up |
| Everybody step back |
| A riot pump, y’all |
| Pump it up, y’all |
| A pump it up, y’all |
| A riot pump, y’all |
| Pump it up, y’all |
| The riot pump, y’all |
| Pump, pump, pump, pump me up |
| (simultaneously with the Trouble Funk sample) |
| (Pump, pump, pump, pump me up) |
| (VERSE 1: Ganxsta R? dd) |
| Quick like a reflex, written like a schooltext |
| O.M.B., slap the bass, Rosco, bust the flex |
| All you posses, come on and give it up |
| T.R.I.B.E. |
| rollin? |
| you know what’s up |
| Put down the pencil, pick up a pistol |
| You turn around again, we won’t miss you |
| The m-i-c to the T.R.I.B.E. |
| Is a gat to a sucker MC |
| Close range, got the aim |
| And you’re to blame |
| And to your syndicate*, nothin changed, you’re still the same |
| This bassline’s kickin up real dust |
| You down with it, you gonna have to get with us |
| Livin a life of a villain |
| You keep buyin, we keep sellin |
| Time for you to surrender, it’s just a character |
| Don’t try to run, we’ll hunt you like a predator |
| Prey like a vulture, you make a Boo-Yaa sculpture |
| Did you know we’re doin it for the culture? |
| Down from the big brown Boo-Yaa town |
| Forget the ounce, instead try to slap a pound |
| (not sure if this is a Rhyme Syndicate dis) |
| Pump, y’all |
| A riot pump, y’all |
| Riot pump, y’all |
| Pump it up, y’all |
| A riot pump, y’all |
| Pump it up, y’all |
| Pass me my riot pump |
| (Trouble Funk) (Pump, pump, pump, pump me up) |
| Can anyone feel the fuckin funk? |
| This one goes out to all you busters |
| (VERSE 2: Ganxsta R? dd) |
| 187 to the posse, a Boo-Yaa logo |
| Y’all already know (that's when it’s loco) |
| Kickin up dust, let the dust remain |
| Turn up that bass, that’s the crowd’s main thing |
| Bass — that ultimate choice |
| Sprayin MC’s by the shot of my voice |
| Posses claim old school and new school |
| But like a criminal I used to ditch school |
| That’s why you will always be reminded |
| ? |
| Boo-Yaa, we’re criminal minded |
| Step back, hah, get ready |
| (To all you posses) 187 with machetes |
| Unload like a .44, I got soul |
| Comin like Geronimo |
| ? |
| Alamo |
| Caged like a criminal |
| And I know from the frontdo' |
| Busta, let me go, I’m finna tell the Roscoe |
| Pump the pusher, I’m the criminal |
| (To all you posses) 187 from a limo (limo, limo, limo) |
| They say we’re gangsters, so let the stage be the streets |
| Our drive-by's? |
| I took the posse with me |
| Renegades with braids finna unload the guage |
| Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., Boo-Yaa stage |
| Riot pump, y’all |
| Pump it up, y’all |
| A pump it up, y’all |
| A pump it up, a pump it up, a pump it up, y’all |
| Riot pump, y’all |
| Pump it up, y’all |
| Tell em |
| (Trouble Funk) (Pump, pump, pump, pump me up) |
| This is that time |
| When Ridd loads up another clip |
| (VERSE 3: Ganxsta R? dd) |
| I said I was loced to that posse I smoked |
| I told a riddle, they thought it was a new joke |
| Rap fiend, I’m a killin machine |
| It’s Ganxsta R? |
| dd cuttin like a guillotine |
| It’s a passion being a assassin |
| They think we’re gangsters, it’s just a fashion |
| Forget the news, cause there’s nothin excitin |
| It’s our time, Boo-Yaa's ridin |
| (Boo-Yaa, Boo-Yaa hoo-ridin) |
| (Boo-Yaa, Boo-Yaa hoo-ridin) |
| (Boo-Yaa, Boo-Yaa hoo-ridin) |
| Pass me the remote |
| Turn to Godzilla, pass me the Miller |
| Now you know we some posse killers |
| The baby gangsta comin for the kingpin |
| It’s a contract set from the state pen |
| The baby gangster, I’m the executioner |
| And everybody say (?) |
| No, cause I know it’s your last show |
| Rush it then, I’m only out on a furlough |
| Time is money, and money is time |
| I see I left you scared to stand behind me |
| Frontline, stand all position |
| Brown Berets, we’re on a mission |
| On a mission to the t-o-p |
| And I’m down with T.R.I.B.E. |
| The remains of material in this rhyme |
| Is a word for man, a shock for mankind |
| We have risen above trivial insult |
| But surprised by the unexpected results |
| That’s why you be what you wanna be |
| I’m killin MC’s, 187 to your posse |
| You get the riddle? |
| I ain’t no joke |
| Pass me my riot pump, we finna get loc’ed |
| And when we do this, we want everybody to clap your hands |
| A riot pump, y’all |
| A Pump it up, y’all |
| A pump it up, a pump it up, a pump it up, y’all |
| Riot pump, y’all |
| A pump it up, y’all |
| Tell em |
| (Pump, pump, pump, pump me up) |
| EZ Mike with it, homeboys |
| The Gis |
| The Gis |
| TNT gettin funky |
| Let’s roll |
| Come on |
| You want us to leave the gat in the back? |
| (Boo-Yaa's in the house) |