Riot

Lyrics

Come on, yea, ha, ya, Busta Rhymes baby, yea, ha
 It's Flipmode baby, yea, come on
 We bout to cause a riot nigga
 
 Got a lot of niggaz rollin' with ya holla
 'Cause you know we ripped it hotter than them other niggaz
 Spot a nigga gettin dollars not another nigga
 Can do it the way that we cocked and shot another nigga
 Think he deserved the way he was boppin with a cherry copper
 Glitter blood fella send a cop to get 'em
 It's funny the way the iron just to drop you quicker
 Why I hit y'all with the fire, think I got a winner
 Stackin a crib with a chick that make a proper dinner
 Black in the range with tint, and chrome aqua spinnin'
 Parked right next to the Benz with a soap opera and the TV
 Up in the dash co-starrin a opera singer
 That be the type of bullshit I be on and stay hot
 I stop whippin' a Bentley to whip a Mercedes Maeboch
 And keep runnin' around the street like my name was Mel Patch nigga
 Come through your hood and take your whole block, come on
 And while we give it to ya
 While with me (Come on)
 My niggaz stack money to the sky with me (Come on)
 My niggaz in the place need to riot with me (Come on)
 And set the whole fire with me (Come on)
 All of my ladies in the beauty salon look bomb put yo shit on
 And wait up in the line for me (Come on)
 You come all in the party lookin' fine for me (Come on)
 Holdin 'Gnac spill a little red wine for me
 Let's cause a riot yo, yo, yo, yo (Come on)
 Let's cause a riot yo, yo, yo, yo (Come on)
 Let's cause a riot yo, yo, yo, yo (Come on)
 Let's cause a riot yo, yo, yo, yo (Come on)
 Let's cause a riot yo, yo, yo, yo (Come on)
 Let's cause a riot yo, yo, yo, yo (Come on)
 Let's cause a riot yo, yo, yo, yo (Come on)
 Let's cause a riot yo, yo, yo, yo (Come on)
 Let's cause a riot yo, yo, yo, yo (Come on)
 It's bout to get a little bit betta, start to get a little cheddar
 Pack a big beretta
 Check a nigga resume doin' a alphabet-ah
 Go order and brandish the metal hid into ya leather
 No matter or whether or not you wearin' a vest
 So you got your hand on the cannon I got a bigger plan for ya
 Call up my mans for ya, now watch you vanish
 Makin' you family ask for ya
 You think you family pay a couple of grand for ya?
 Like you afraid to hold a mac, like you were made to hold a gat
 We made a hole and quikly dug out all the sand for ya
 The heat'll be makin' you put it on the glass shorty
 Wiggle somethin' and get to showin' a little ass for me (Bling!)
 Now lets get on and open smokin' and blast for thee
 Niggas will really want it and fill the capacity
 You muthafuckin' know it has to be
 The way we touch it y'all niggas knowin exactly who the master be
 And while we give it to ya
 While with me (Come on)
 My niggaz stack money to the sky with me (Come on)
 My niggaz in the place need to riot with me (Come on)
 And set the whole fire with me (Come on)
 All of my ladies in the Beuty Saloon look bomb put yo shit on
 And wait up in the line for me (Come on)
 You come all in the party lookin' fine for me (Come on)
 Holdin' Yach spill a little red wine for me
 Let's cause a riot yo, yo, yo, yo (Come on)
 Let's cause a riot yo, yo, yo, yo (Come on)
 Let's cause a riot yo, yo, yo, yo (Come on)
 Let's cause a riot yo, yo, yo, yo (Come on)
 Let's cause a riot yo, yo, yo, yo (Come on)
 Let's cause a riot yo, yo, yo, yo (Come on)
 Let's cause a riot yo, yo, yo, yo (Come on)
 Let's cause a riot yo, yo, yo, yo (Come on)
 Let's cause a riot yo, yo, yo, yo (Come on)
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:11
Key
1
Tempo
96 BPM

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