RIOT PUMP

This that gun in the spine This that one of a kind This that get out the way, straight to the front of the lineIf they front on the line, then pull the bouncer aside (come here)Tell him to be happy he's even around or alive (be happy)Like "Look pal, you decide, you get me up in for sure" (What)Or listen, 10 minutes I'll be bumrushin' the door (Move)He won't front anymore, get in pass with' a frownLike you bastards is clowns, know you ain't pattin' me downShit, look here, I'm a star I don't care who you arePush your way through, move, tear up the bar (Get out my way)Snatch a bottle, crack and gargle, mack a modelTell the bartender you're dead, that's how I doThen grab on a slut, ask her to smutPut alcohol on her like a barber after a cutYup No smoke then inhale the smoke 'til you chokeWalk through the VIP, knock down the velvet ropeForeman the place, your dog is a 8To plex the pest, and A-Town Stomp with' his face, holla


Listen dog, I'm a vet' Show the boss some respectIf you glittering nigga (what)Then it's off with' ya neck (come here)I'm a boss on the SetThat'll let off with the TechPushes that soft off of some stepsBetter yet, torture to death (Whoa)Punk even try it, slugs'll get firedDump on the chump and make his car slump to the tire The whole jumper get quietFire once, fuck a riot pump dogI'm a bring the pump to the riot (Bang)Porsche skip through, toss missilesBring the war to the warFor through your goreSmell what the door sizzleYou're soft tissueYou don't know what it feels for a cop to horse-kick youStraight up toss, flip youMace in your face, left when the shotty ringSpray up the place, left in a body slingLaced up in lace, yes, with some body stringLeave you facin' ya face messed up like Rodney King's