| 歌曲 | Riot Pump |
| 歌手 | JR Writer |
| 专辑 | History in the Making |
| 作曲 : Brito, Brown, Crowe, Ortiz, Rapp | |
| Uh, riot pump, riot pump | |
| Uh, riot pump | |
| Uh, let's get this shit crackin' man | |
| Yo | |
| [Verse 1:] | |
| This that gun in the spine (spine) | |
| This that one of a kind (kind) | |
| This that get out the way, straight to the front of the line | |
| If 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 frown | |
| Like you bastards is clowns, know you ain't pattin' me down | |
| Shit, look here, I'm a star (star) | |
| I don't care who you are | |
| Push your way through, move, tear up the bar (Get out my way) | |
| Snatch a bottle, crack and gargle, mack a model | |
| Tell the bartender you're dead, that's how I do | |
| Then grab on a slut, ask her to smut | |
| Put alcohol on her like a barber after a cut | |
| Yup (Yup) | |
| No smoke then inhale the smoke 'til you choke | |
| Walk through the VIP, knock down the velvet rope | |
| Foreman the place, your dog is a 8 | |
| To plex the pest, and A-Town Stomp with' his face, holla | |
| [Hook:] | |
| Clap ya thing, act insane, riot pump | |
| Snatch a chain, slap a dame, riot pump | |
| This that time for crunk, try to punk | |
| How you want, body slumped by the dump | |
| Let me see you riot pump | |
| [Repeat] | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| Listen dog, I'm a vet' (vet') | |
| Show the boss some respect | |
| If you glittering nigga (what) | |
| Then it's off with' ya neck (come here) | |
| I'm a boss on the Set | |
| That'll let off with the Tech | |
| Pushes that soft off of some steps | |
| Better yet, torture to death (Whoa) | |
| Punk even try it, slugs'll get fired | |
| Dump on the chump and make his car slump to the tire (tires) | |
| The whole jumper get quiet | |
| Fire once, fuck a riot pump dog | |
| I'm a bring the pump to the riot (Bang) | |
| Porsche skip through, toss missiles | |
| Bring the war to the war | |
| For through your gore | |
| Smell what the door sizzle | |
| You're soft tissue | |
| You don't know what it feels for a cop to horse-kick you | |
| Straight up toss, flip you | |
| Mace in your face, left when the shotty ring | |
| Spray up the place, left in a body sling | |
| Laced up in lace, yes, with some body string | |
| Leave you facin' ya face messed up like Rodney King's | |
| [Hook:] | |
| Clap ya thing, act insane, riot pump | |
| Snatch a chain, slap a dame, riot pump | |
| This that time for crunk, try to punk | |
| How you want, body slumped by the dump | |
| Let me see you riot pump | |
| [Repeat] | |
| [Verse 3:] | |
| Yo, is it a game, nope (nope) | |
| We got aim scopes (scopes) | |
| The last head frontin' with bread became toast | |
| We run right into clubs, snub under the raincoat | |
| Shoot a cat for his chain and call it chain-smoke | |
| Fuck with J you gon' pay | |
| Make the stray hit the spray | |
| You will stay where you stay | |
| Ay you'll lay where you may | |
| With the A to the K, run in a DJ booth | |
| You gon' play what you play | |
| No, you gon' play what I say | |
| Play, or fine, get that gun, it's fine | |
| I'll bet he stop and play Stop-N-Go 100 times | |
| Not the talkin' type, I done been all my life | |
| So after rap, scrap, let's see you start a fight | |
| Got guns, go get 'em, got sons, go get 'em | |
| Chump, if ya mans wanna run, go with' him | |
| Cause if I don't let the gun blow hit 'em (What) | |
| I'm a throw his ass in a mud hole and stomp a mudhole in him, holla | |
| [Hook:] | |
| Clap ya thing, act insane, riot pump | |
| Snatch a chain, slap a dame, riot pump | |
| This that time for crunk, try to punk | |
| How you want, body slumped by the dump | |
| Let me see you riot pump | |
| [Repeat] |
| zuò qǔ : Brito, Brown, Crowe, Ortiz, Rapp | |
| Uh, riot pump, riot pump | |
| Uh, riot pump | |
| Uh, let' s get this shit crackin' man | |
| Yo | |
| Verse 1: | |
| This that gun in the spine spine | |
| This that one of a kind kind | |
| This that get out the way, straight to the front of the line | |
| If 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 frown | |
| Like you bastards is clowns, know you ain' t pattin' me down | |
| Shit, look here, I' m a star star | |
| I don' t care who you are | |
| Push your way through, move, tear up the bar Get out my way | |
| Snatch a bottle, crack and gargle, mack a model | |
| Tell the bartender you' re dead, that' s how I do | |
| Then grab on a slut, ask her to smut | |
| Put alcohol on her like a barber after a cut | |
| Yup Yup | |
| No smoke then inhale the smoke ' til you choke | |
| Walk through the VIP, knock down the velvet rope | |
| Foreman the place, your dog is a 8 | |
| To plex the pest, and ATown Stomp with' his face, holla | |
| Hook: | |
| Clap ya thing, act insane, riot pump | |
| Snatch a chain, slap a dame, riot pump | |
| This that time for crunk, try to punk | |
| How you want, body slumped by the dump | |
| Let me see you riot pump | |
| Repeat | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Listen dog, I' m a vet' vet' | |
| Show the boss some respect | |
| If you glittering nigga what | |
| Then it' s off with' ya neck come here | |
| I' m a boss on the Set | |
| That' ll let off with the Tech | |
| Pushes that soft off of some steps | |
| Better yet, torture to death Whoa | |
| Punk even try it, slugs' ll get fired | |
| Dump on the chump and make his car slump to the tire tires | |
| The whole jumper get quiet | |
| Fire once, fuck a riot pump dog | |
| I' m a bring the pump to the riot Bang | |
| Porsche skip through, toss missiles | |
| Bring the war to the war | |
| For through your gore | |
| Smell what the door sizzle | |
| You' re soft tissue | |
| You don' t know what it feels for a cop to horsekick you | |
| Straight up toss, flip you | |
| Mace in your face, left when the shotty ring | |
| Spray up the place, left in a body sling | |
| Laced up in lace, yes, with some body string | |
| Leave you facin' ya face messed up like Rodney King' s | |
| Hook: | |
| Clap ya thing, act insane, riot pump | |
| Snatch a chain, slap a dame, riot pump | |
| This that time for crunk, try to punk | |
| How you want, body slumped by the dump | |
| Let me see you riot pump | |
| Repeat | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Yo, is it a game, nope nope | |
| We got aim scopes scopes | |
| The last head frontin' with bread became toast | |
| We run right into clubs, snub under the raincoat | |
| Shoot a cat for his chain and call it chainsmoke | |
| Fuck with J you gon' pay | |
| Make the stray hit the spray | |
| You will stay where you stay | |
| Ay you' ll lay where you may | |
| With the A to the K, run in a DJ booth | |
| You gon' play what you play | |
| No, you gon' play what I say | |
| Play, or fine, get that gun, it' s fine | |
| I' ll bet he stop and play StopNGo 100 times | |
| Not the talkin' type, I done been all my life | |
| So after rap, scrap, let' s see you start a fight | |
| Got guns, go get ' em, got sons, go get ' em | |
| Chump, if ya mans wanna run, go with' him | |
| Cause if I don' t let the gun blow hit ' em What | |
| I' m a throw his ass in a mud hole and stomp a mudhole in him, holla | |
| Hook: | |
| Clap ya thing, act insane, riot pump | |
| Snatch a chain, slap a dame, riot pump | |
| This that time for crunk, try to punk | |
| How you want, body slumped by the dump | |
| Let me see you riot pump | |
| Repeat |