Представляем точный текст композиции "Riot Pump" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Riot Pump» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. - "Riot Pump"
Lyrics to Riot Pump : [Ganxsta R'dd] So how you figure we gon pump this crowd up, homeboy' Just pass me the riot pump Ill pump this crowd up Everybody step back A riot pump, yall Pump it up, yall A pump it up, yall A riot pump, yall Pump it up, yall The riot pump, yall 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 whats up Put down the pencil, pick up a pistol You turn around again, we wont 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 youre to blame And to your syndicate*, nothin changed, youre still the same This basslines 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, its just a character Dont try to run, well hunt you like a predator Prey like a vulture, you make a Boo-Yaa sculpture Did you know were 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, yall A riot pump, yall Riot pump, yall Pump it up, yall A riot pump, yall Pump it up, yall 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 Yall already know (thats when its loco) Kickin up dust, let the dust remain Turn up that bass, thats the crowds main thing Bass - that ultimate choice Sprayin MCs by the shot of my voice Posses claim old school and new school But like a criminal I used to ditch school Thats why you will always be reminded '''' Boo-Yaa, were 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, Im finna tell the Roscoe Pump the pusher, Im the criminal (To all you posses) 187 from a limo (limo, limo, limo) They say were gangsters, so let the stage be the streets Our drive-bys ''''' 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, yall Pump it up, yall A pump it up, yall A pump it up, a pump it up, a pump it up, yall Riot pump, yall Pump it up, yall 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, Im a killin machine Its Ganxsta R'dd cuttin like a guillotine Its a passion being a assassin They think were gangsters, its just a fashion Forget the news, cause theres nothin excitin Its our time, Boo-Yaas 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 Its a contract set from the state pen The baby gangster, Im the executioner And everybody say ('''') No, cause I know its your last show Rush it then, Im 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, were on a mission On a mission to the t-o-p And Im 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 Thats why you be what you wanna be Im killin MCs, 187 to your posse You get the riddle' I aint no joke Pass me my riot pump, we finna get loced And when we do this, we want everybody to clap your hands A riot pump, yall A Pump it up, yall A pump it up, a pump it up, a pump it up, yall Riot pump, yall A pump it up, yall Tell em (Pump, pump, pump, pump me up) EZ Mike with it, homeboys The Gis The Gis TNT gettin funky Lets roll Come on You want us to leave the gat in the back' (Boo-Yaas in the house) [ Riot Pump Lyrics ]
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