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Riot Pump

👤 Boo‐Yaa T.R.I.B.E. 🎼 New Funky Nation ⏱️ 5:13
🎵 4162 characters
⏱️ 5:13 duration
🆔 ID: 30178251

📜 Lyrics

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

Riot pump, y'all
Pump it up, y'all
Pump it up, y'all
Riot pump, y'all
Pump it up, y'all
The riot pump, y'all
Pump, pump, pump, pump me up

Quick like a reflex, written like a school text
OMB slaps the bass, Roscoe bust the flex
All you posses, come on and give it up
Tribe, Rollin Deep, loc'd out, you know what's up
Put down the pencil, pick up a pistol
You turn around today, we won't miss you
The M-I-C to the T-R-I-be-E
Is a gat to the sucker MC
Close range, got the aim, and you're the blame
And to your syndicate, nothing changes, still the same
This bassline's kicking up real dust
You down with it? You gonna have to get with us
Living a life of a villain
You keep buying, we keep selling
Time for you to surrender, it's just a character
Don't try to run, we'll hunt you like a predator
Pray like a vulture, you make a Booyah sculpture
Then you know, we're doing it for the culture
Down from the big brown Booyah Town
Forget the ounces, this Tribe is slanging pounds

Riot pump, y'all
Riot pump, y'all
Riot pump, y'all
Pump it up, y'all
Riot pump, y'all
Pump it up, y'all
Pass me my riot pump
Pump, pump, pump, pump me up

Can everyone feel the fucking funk?
This one goes out to all you busters

187 To the posse, a Booyah logo
Y'all ready know (That's real, let's all go)
Kicking up dust, let the dust remain
Turn up that bass, let the crowd maintain
Bass, that ultimate choice
Spraying MCs by the sound of my voice
Posses, claim old school and new school
But like a criminal, I used to diss you
That's why you will always be reminded
The dream be to be in Booyah with Criminal Minded
Step back, get ready
(To all you posses) 187 with machete
Unload like a.44, I got soul
Coming like Geronimo, a down high M.O
The rage animal, caged like a criminal
And I know from the front door
Buster, let me go, I'm finna tell the Roscoe
Punk the pusher, I'm the criminal
(To all you posses) 187 from a limo
They said we're gangsters, so let the stage be the streets
I drive-bys, I rock out to the posse with me
Renegades with braids, finna load the gauge
Booyah Tribe, Booyah Stage

Riot pump, y'all
Pump it up, y'all
Pump it up, pump it up, pump it up, y'all
Riot pump, y'all
Pump it up, y'all
Tell 'em
Pump, pump, pump, pump me up

Yeah, this is that time when Redd loads up another clip

I said I went loc' to that posse I smote
I told the riddle, they thought it was a new joke
Wreck fiend, I'm a killing machine
It's Ghetto Redd, cutting like a guillotine
It's a passion, being assassin
They think we're gangsters, it's just a fashion
Forget the news, 'cause there's nothing exciting
It's our time, Booyah's riding

Booyah, Booyah, hoo-riding
Booyah, Booyah, hoo-riding
Booyah, Booyah, hoo-riding
Pass me the remote

Turn to Godzilla, pass Redd and Milla
Now you know he's a posse killer
The baby gangster coming for the kingpin
It's a contract sent from the state pen
The baby gangster, I'm the executioner
And everybody say (Fuck you up, my loco bro)
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
And if you're scared, then stand behind me
Front line, stand on position
Brown Beret, we're on a mission
On a mission to the T-O-P
And I'm down with T-R-I-be-E
The remains of material in this rhyme
Is a word for man, a shout for mankind
We have risen above trivial insults
But surprised by the unexpected results
That's why you be what you wanna be
I'm killing MCs, 187 to your posse
You get the riddle? I ain't no joke
Pass me my riot pump, we finna get loc'd
And when we do this, we want everybody to clap your hands

Riot pump, y'all
Pump it up, y'all
Pump it up, pump it up, pump it up, y'all
Riot pump, y'all
Pump it up, y'all
Tell 'em, Doug
Pump, pump, pump, pump me up

Easy Mike with it, homeboy
The Giz, The Giz
TNT getting funky
Let's roll, come on
KOD with it
EKA with it
You can't not throw this
Check it out, man
Redd, you want us to leave the gat in the back?
Booyah's in the house
Booyah's in the house
Booyah's in the house
Booyah's in the house

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