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    Boo Yaa Tribe / Lyrics

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    Boo Yaa Tribe

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    [ INTRO ]
    We was born in the streets of L.A.
    Where the streets ain't safe at night
    Between the beeper and the color of a rag
    We have chosen the mic, right?
    So the philosophy we learned on the streets
    We now bring to this muthafuckin stage
    And at this time we likes to unload
    These lyrics like a 12-gauge

    [ VERSE 1: Ganxsta are?dd ]
    Bail on stage with a gangster lean
    Busters duck once I'm on the scene
    Opponents went out the do'
    The innocents hit the flo'
    As if we started a war
    Boo-Yaa! It means a cry from a shotgun
    You want some of this, come on and get some
    Feel that Boo-Yaa bass, it get louder
    Only O.M.B. could provide that power
    Power, from the brothers in black (ha!)
    No radio can stop this track (ha!)
    The Ridd, yeah, gettin rid of MC's
    I get them before they even try to get me
    If the enemy tries to mob
    Get mopped by the Boo-Yaa hit squad
    Inmates from the mad house, comin from the lock-in
    Chilled with the rats ??????
    You try to run, but you don't get far
    Cause I spray your ass with the letter are

    Gangsta Ridd - is what?
    Rated are
    The Ridd
    Restricted, restricted
    Come on
    (Yeah, yeah!)
    The are, muthafucka
    (Yeah, yeah!)
    Restricted
    (Yeah, yeah!)
    The are, muthafucka
    (Yeah, yeah!)
    Restricted

    [ VERSE 2: Ganxsta are?dd ]
    Comin from the mind of a criminal-ex
    Out on a furlough just to snap necks
    Once again -
    Once, once, once again
    Once again the rap criminal, known to be a loc
    Since it's rated are (this is for the old folks)
    Restricted for the ears of a minor
    Lyrics like the sun, so strong it might blind ya
    This jam was created for the ears of a realist
    Get off my shit list (?????)
    Murder He Wrote, that was my last jam
    Like Michael Jordan with the new dunk (check out the new slam)
    Here it is and you're beggin for more
    A new slam, from the criminal lord
    This jam is resctricted for the MCs that fear me
    Everytime it play, they run when they hear me
    Keep runnin, but you don't get far
    Cause this concept is Rated are, the are

    Gangsta Ridd - is what?
    Rated are
    The Ridd
    Restricted, restricted
    (Yeah, yeah!)
    The are, muthafucka
    (Yeah, yeah!)
    Restricted
    (Yeah, yeah!)
    The are, muthafucka
    (Yeah, yeah!)
    Restricted

    [ VERSE 3: Ganxsta are?dd ]
    Wait up, get up, step up, I feel the fate now
    Cause that Boo-Yaa bass is gettin too loud
    But the louder it gets we get much respect
    T.R.I.B.E.'s on your back, a bunch of insects
    That's my job, puttin em on what
    You don't want to move, ??????
    Smoke from my microphone still linger
    MC's drop a dime to the one-time ?????
    Sayin I did it, yeah, the Ridd did it
    Now that I know you a snitch, I ain't with it
    Buster Brown, you just a clown from a new town
    Huffin like you're bad - you ain't down
    Hold it, stop, wait a minute and don't move
    I have a nation rockin to this groove
    My mouth to the mic is like a clip to the Uzi
    You see a Uzi spray, you gonna want to use me
    Keep runnin, but you don't get far
    Cause I spray your ass with the letter are

    Gangsta Ridd - is what?
    Rated are
    The Ridd
    Restricted, restricted
    (Huh!)
    (Yeah, yeah!)
    The are, muthafucka
    (Yeah, yeah!)
    Restricted
    (Yeah, yeah!)
    The are, muthafucka
    (Yeah, yeah!)
    Restricted

    [ VERSE 4: Ganxsta are?dd ]
    Restricted for the ears of the mental insane
    Lyrics like a drug, you're blowin your brain
    Like the homie named Deathrow, Deathrow my bro
    Had to go, he was next in row
    He went solo, sold his soul to the devil
    This I know, he had a tatoo on his elbow
    Turn up the radio, this is what he showed
    It read: 'life's goin too slow'
    Hesitate, you're too late (yeah) the doubt in your route
    Is that's what life really about?
    This I know, Deathrow was a criminal
    It was his time to go, life was too slow
    Restricted for the ears of a minor
    Make sure there's a adult behind ya
    Cause if you're young and you try to get far
    I smoke your ass with the letter are

    Gangsta Ridd - is what?
    Rated are
    The Ridd
    Restricted, restricted
    (Aaahh... ha-ha!)
    (Yeah, yeah!)
    The are, muthafucka
    (Yeah, yeah!)
    We some hard muthafuckas
    (Yeah, yeah!)
    The are, muthafucka
    (Yeah, yeah!)
    Restricted
    The are, muthafucka
    (Yeah, yeah!)
    We some hard muthafuckas
    (Yeah, yeah!)
    The are, muthafucka
    (Yeah, yeah!)
    Restricted
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Artie Wayne, Danny V. Devoux, Jack S. Conrad, Jay Graydon, John Robert King, Michael S. Simpson, Paul Devoux, Ted Devoux.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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