Riot Pump

[ Ganxsta R?dd ] 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 (Pump, pump, pump, pump me up) --] Trouble Funk 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 (Pump, pump, pump, pump me up) --] Trouble Funk 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)