Текст, перевод и аккорды “Revolution”
- Nine-millimeter, check Long-nose, double barrel rifle, check Semi-automatic infared, laser beam shot, check All right, we ready to go Lil' Kim- It was sixes around the shoulders Posters in the holsters (Kim, let's go!) Slow down babe 'Ro, you wit' the rap Rambo Tony Motana, here's a hammer, a camera And a Life After Death bandana Here take it, incase I don't make it Cause if my life don't end, I'm damn sure gonna fake it The way I see it, mmm sexual In a gun fight two on three, you on me Dog, I've got shit to make the world shake One mistake, blah, start an earthquake Fuck them niggas, them niggas dust to me And if I knock Syrus off, that's a plus for me And the funny thing about it, I'm a bitch Got niggas runnin' from me, like the Olympics And I told my man Gutta how I'm gon' get 'em And every shell I spit is guaranteed to hit 'em (blah!) (Chorus) Grace Jones- Don't you know You've probably got a revolution Don't you know You've bought yourself a revolution Lil' Kim- I heard Puff callin' like the holy tabernacle I'll be down in a minute, I'm drinkin' a Snapple Puff- A Snapple? Bitch I've got bombs and shit Grenades and razor blades, and alarms and shit You better come on, girl throw a hat on that weave I'm tryin' to catch this nigga Syrus before him and his niggas leave They're at this restaurant where they serve African food Where you're allowed to smoke weed And the waiters is tight with the crew See I used to dig this bitch from Botswana Half-African but she looked like Madonna And yo check, she had a tiger for a pet I'll never forget, the restaraunt where we met And the girl from Lisett, that bitch is a freak I used to fuck her in the ass while my girl was asleep And she the one that told me where these cats is at Can't wait to get the gat and hunt back, come on! (Chorus) Don't you know You've probably got a revolution Don't you know You've bought yourself a revolution Lil' Kim (Puff)- Uh, uh, uh We came to a red light Gave right-of-way to pedestrians Two black and white lesbians The nigga Puff ready to hollar at these bitches I'm like, Yo dog, them bitches down with them niggas And never would a drug make a bitch slack up I've got Hitmen spreaded through the restaurant for back up And we communicate through headsets and walkie-talkie's Them niggas is just bitches like my Yorkie Pigs like the Porky We on point like snipers Syrus and his doomies is Clueless like the movies All I could think about is how he killed my man Smiles Cut his head off, masacre style Yeah, Syrus did it Syrus the virus they call him When I finish with 'em, please, his name is Swiss cheese My main focus is his right-hand man Mousey Sheisty and two-sided, confession, dick ridin' And his boys, they seem to be all on his dick I mean the whole situation is really makin' me sick And when Sysrus got up and dipped off to the bathroom We started suckin' niggas up like the vaccum Bullets flyin' non-stoppin', bodies droppin' Puff yell (Bloody!), that's the cops then My trigger finger startin' itchin' That's when Syrus came spittin' from the kitchen The next second, he missed me Listen, it's soundin' like the 4th of July Like a solar eclipse is lit right in the sky I can't believe this guy, he won't fall over Holes in his body the size of cup-holders One more shot, he's over, shit Puff I'm empty (Kim, I've only got one shot left) But I'ma hold my breath 'til he falls to his death But he was helpess, his little kid beat off in his pelvis (Chorus) Don't you know You've probably got a revolution Don't you know You've bought yourself a revolution Don't you know You've probably got a revolution Don't you know You've bought yourself a revolution Grace Jones- Bet ya'll just don't know Why ya'll in the hol
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