The Revolution Lyrics - Gangsta's Paradise - 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 look 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 tomorrow 

'Cuz life is full of hardships, pimpslaps and sorrow 

You gotta believe in something but whatever you 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 AT&T, you gotta make a switch 

Or get pushed to the side like a lil' ol' bitch 

When the revolution come, I'ma be up front 

With my finga on the trigga of a Mossburgh Pump 

When the revolution come, I'ma 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 '64 

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 a 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 

When the revolution come, I'ma be up front 

With my finga on the trigga of a Mossburgh Pump 

When the revolution come, I'ma be right there 

With my nine in my hand and braids in my hair 

Way back in the days, 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 

It's 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 

When the revolution come, I'ma be up front 

With my finga on the trigga of a Mossburgh Pump 

When the revolution come, I'ma be right there 

With my nine in my hand and braids in my hair 

When the revolution come, I'ma be straight loc 

Goin' out in a cloud of pistol smoke 

The revolution come, the revolution come