paroles de chanson R I O T - A-Ro

I'm 2 turnt up
Ah man I'm 2 turnt up
I need everybody to riot
Right now...
I need everybody

Riot
Man my bass be 2 turnt up
It cause a riot
Man my bass be 2 turnt up
It cause a riot
Man my bass be 2 turnt up
It cause a riot
When police comin knockin
We don't stay quiet

Riot in this motha fucka
No Feelin my face
I'm poppin a pill
Maybe I'll feel
Cuz lately I'm numb
To all of these kills
Destruction from bills
The dollas is real
The money the motive
The labels is slavin
They evil like satin
The road that I'm facin
The fire is blazin
The bullets are grazin
They killen em all
Blame the Caucasians
To shoot up a mall
Label us all as convicted
And wicked
We come from a place
Where we all get evicted
The picture is vivid
Like HD
And it's No signal comin
Strait through yo T.V
Lord tell me why they
Won't just let me be
The revolution is banned
Cut the program
Open yuh eyes they poppin
These xans
They spending they money
They poppin these bands
Promote it to y'all then
Steal the advance
Prolly gun me down by
End of this song
At least I warned y'all
Man it's 2 damn long
A little revelation
So don't take it wrong
Hey
It's a cold cold world
With middle child's
And metal piles
Body's on top of body's
They ship em out
Like Exiled
Woh
Ima riot for every time
They told me no
They switched the channel
I had to grab the remote
I'd like to welcome you all
To the lost vngel show
Now everybody...

Riot
Man my bass be 2 turnt up
It cause a riot
Man my bass be 2 turnt up
It cause a riot
Man my bass be 2 turnt up
It cause a riot
When police comin knockin
We don't stay quiet

All of you niggas will see
All of you niggas deceased
All of you niggas deceived
I turn my back on you hoes
I put my trust inna queen
She Got my back to the T
You don't mean nothin to me
If you've never been hungry with me
We built the family a tree
You could never Eva step in between
One in the chamber
I'm letting it off
Root of all evil
The money we need it
If money is evil
I'm evil canevil
I'm stackin these checks
For my people
We stack up a milli
We splittin it equal
We poppin no squealin
We makin illegal
Legitimate bidness
N Company trucks
Pull up in tonkas
We rollin in deep
Feelin like mob
We do it for moms
For all of the times
We ain't have the rent
Now the kids all gettin well fed
Remember growin up on the welfare
Daddy got popped wit a gun
It was call of duty warfare
But them days is over
We chasin the bag
Bentley's n Rovers
Got no time for closure
You wit me you wit me
Like Bobby n Whitney
Im cookin this crack
Flamin this track
Money the motive
She strokin fuh dollas
She makin it holla
Mo money mo money
Her pussy get wetta
Love for the money
It's a shame what it do
Turn on yuh mans
N shoot up yuh crew
Zip up the bag
Them hunnids is blue
Selfish fuh money
We save it like Jews
And the white man
Get paid off of all of that...