Coolio Lyrics

Album: Gangsta's Paradise

The Revolution Lyrics

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 to cuff with them pistols up, an' 

Shoot 'em from the shoulders 

To show them you can hold your 

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- 



When the Revolution come I'm gonna be straight loc 

Goin' out in a cloud of pistol smoke 

The Revolution come........... 

........The Revolution come.