Текст песни The Revolution - Coolio
I'm
seein'
bodiez
in
the
alley
and
blood
in
the
valley
From
the
shores
of
Maine
all
the
way
to
Compton
Cali
I'm
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
don't
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
won't
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
I'm
gonna
be
up
front
With
my
finga
on
the
trigga
of
a
Mossburgh
Pump
When
the
Revolution
come
I'm
gonna
be
right
there
With
my
nine
in
my
hand
and
braids
in
my
hair
I've
been
hollerin'
and
hoopin'
yeah
Lootin'
an'
shootin'
I'm
doin'
some
recruitin'
to
bring
mo'
troops
in
Niggaz
don't
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
won't
be
individual
On
the
nigga
nuts
cuz
he
rollin'
in
the
Sixty-fo'
Yo
favorite
line
is
fuck
all
a
y'all
But
one
day
there's
gonna
be
a
final
call
That's
why
I'm
rollin'
deep
in
the
motherfuckin'
Jeep
Always
on
the
peep
an'
my
crew
don't
fall
asleep
So
pull
your
money
outa
your
pocket
an'
put
it
in
the
middle
This
ain't
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
can't
fight
then
walk
away
I'm
talkin'
fist-a-cuffs
put
the
pistols
up
and
shoot
'em
from
The
shoulders
to
show
that
you
can
hold
yours
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
b'fore
I
disobey
Its
the
one
- two
combination
punch
to
the
throat
There's
a
hole
in
ya
boat
bitch
That's
all
she
wrote
Ashes
to
ashes,
dust
to
dust
In
my
mothafuckin'
self
I
trust...
-Chorus-
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