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    Boo Yaa Tribe / Lyrics

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    "Riot Pump" Lyrics

    Boo Yaa Tribe

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    So how you figure we gon' pump this crowd up, homeboy?
    Just pass me the riot pump
    I'll pump this crowd up
    Everybody step back

    A riot pump, y'all
    Pump it up, y'all
    A pump it up, y'all
    A riot pump, y'all
    Pump it up, y'all
    The riot pump, y'all
    Pump, pump, pump, pump me up
    (Pump, pump, pump, pump me up)

    Quick like a reflex, written like a school text
    OMB, slap the bass, Rosco, bust the flex
    All you posses, come on and give it up
    TRIBE rollin' ? you know what's up
    Put down the pencil, pick up a pistol
    You turn around again, we won't miss you
    The m-i-see to the tribe!
    Is a gat to a sucker MC
    Close range, got the aim
    And you're to blame
    And to your syndicate, nothin' changed, you're still the same
    This bassline's kickin' up real dust
    You down with it, you gonna have to get with us
    livin' a life of a villain
    You keep buyin', we keep sellin'
    Time for you to surrender, it's just a character
    Don't try to run, we'll hunt you like a predator
    Prey like a vulture, you make a Boo-Yaa sculpture
    Did you know we're doin' it for the culture?
    Down from the big brown Boo-Yaa town
    Forget the ounce, instead try to slap a pound

    Pump, y'all
    A riot pump, y'all
    Riot pump, y'all
    Pump it up, y'all
    A riot pump, y'all
    Pump it up, y'all
    Pass me my riot pump
    (Pump, pump, pump, pump me up)

    Can anyone feel the fuckin' funk?
    This one goes out to all you busters

    187 to the posse, a Boo-Yaa logo
    y'all already know (that's when it's loco)
    kickin' up dust, let the dust remain
    Turn up that bass, that's the crowd's main thing
    Bass that ultimate choice
    Sprayin' MC's by the shot of my voice
    Posses claim old school and new school
    But like a criminal I used to ditch school
    That's why you will always be reminded
    ? Boo-Yaa, we're criminal minded
    Step back, hah, get ready
    (To all you posses) 187 with machetes
    Unload like a 44, I got soul
    comin' like Geronimo
    ? Alamo
    Caged like a criminal
    And I know from the frontdo'
    Busta, let me go, I'm finna tell the Roscoe
    Pump the pusher, I'm the criminal
    (To all you posses) 187 from a limo (limo, limo, limo)
    They say we're gangsters, so let the stage be the streets
    Our drive-by's ? I took the posse with me
    Renegades with braids finna unload the gauge
    Boo-Yaa tribe! Boo-Yaa stage

    Riot pump, y'all
    Pump it up, y'all
    A pump it up, y'all
    A pump it up, a pump it up, a pump it up, y'all
    Riot pump, y'all
    Pump it up, y'all
    Tell em
    (Pump, pump, pump, pump me up)

    This is that time
    When Ridd loads up another clip

    I said I was loced to that posse I smoked
    I told a riddle, they thought it was a new joke
    Rap fiend, I'm a killin' machine
    It's Ganxsta R DD cuttin' like a guillotine
    It's a passion being a assassin
    They think we're gangsters, it's just a fashion
    Forget the news, 'cause there's nothin' excitin
    It's our time, Boo-Yaa's ridin'
    (Boo-Yaa, Boo-Yaa ho-ridin')
    (Boo-Yaa, Boo-Yaa ho-ridin')
    (Boo-Yaa, Boo-Yaa ho-ridin')
    Pass me the remote
    Turn to Godzilla, pass me the Miller
    Now you know we some posse killers
    The baby gangsta comin' for the kingpin
    It's a contract set from the state pen
    The baby gangster, I'm the executioner
    And everybody say ?
    No, 'cause I know it's your last show
    Rush it then, I'm only out on a furlough
    Time is money, and money is time
    I see I left you scared to stand behind me
    Frontline, stand all position
    Brown Berets, we're on a mission
    On a mission to the t-o-p
    And I'm down with tribe!
    The remains of material in this rhyme
    Is a word for man, a shock for mankind
    We have risen above trivial insult
    But surprised by the unexpected results
    That's why you be what you want to be
    I'm killin' MC's, 187 to your posse
    You get the riddle? I ain't no joke
    Pass me my riot pump, we finna get loc'ed

    And when we do this, we want everybody to clap your hands

    A riot pump, y'all
    A Pump it up, y'all
    A pump it up, a pump it up, a pump it up, y'all
    Riot pump, y'all
    A pump it up, y'all
    Tell 'em
    (Pump, pump, pump, pump me up)

    EZ Mike with it, homeboys
    The Gis
    The Gis
    TNT gettin' funky
    Let's roll
    Come on

    You want us to leave the gat in the back?

    (Boo-Yaa's in the house)
    This song was submitted on November 15th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Danny V. Devoux, John Robert King, Michael S. Simpson, Paul Devoux.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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