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    "T.R.I.B.E." Lyrics

    Boo Yaa Tribe

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    ( *conversation while Sicilian music plays in the background* )
    [ The Godfather Rock TE ]
    I want you to take this funk to America
    [ Ganxta are?dd ]
    But Godfather, James Brown said it gots to be funky!
    [ The Godfather Rock TE ]
    Well, take O.M.B. with you

    [ VERSE 1: Ganxta are?dd ]
    I'm a B.G., too young to be an O.G.
    But all the O.G.'s who know me respect me
    MC's be slippin, I should be sittin
    And now I be hittin cause they just keep trippin
    (Trippin) (trippin) (trippin)
    We catch you trippin, trippin in the hood
    You think your rap could hit me from the bottle
    I think you have nothin to say but to follow
    Follow the leader, I drink a liter
    Of Miller, still be standin with the rap fever
    Turn up the level, bust on the devil
    This is your spot, pass me a shovel
    Turn up the stereo, this is your burial
    8 feet under, turn off the radio
    In your tombstone you lay down alone
    Like me, but I spray them on the microphone
    Rappers, I ????, they try to bomb on us
    Radios fear us, we're too predominous
    It's for the culture, it's for the culture
    It's for the culture, it's for the culture
    It's for the culture, your lyrics, I told ya
    I brings it to ya, a Boo-Yaa sculpture
    Cause I know what a MC don't know
    My lyrics locked down in the rap ????

    [ all ]
    T.R.I.B.E.
    T.R.I.B.E.
    T.R.I.B.E.
    Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.

    [ The Godfather Rock TE ]
    Ain't we funky now?
    Ain't we funky now?

    [ VERSE 2: Ganxta are?dd ]
    They threw away the key that unlocks my cell
    But they failed, unloaded two shells, my record still sell
    I ??? MC as if I was a swordsman
    I got out, I was huntin for the warden
    That's the way it is, that's the way I be
    And if you didn't know, prison guards feel me
    I'm Riddler [initial], my pen was behind bars
    And when I get out you're gonna boom me in your car
    Pump up the woofer, turn up the tweeter
    O.M.B., bring on the bass beater

    [ all ]
    T.R.I.B.E.
    T.R.I.B.E.
    T.R.I.B.E.
    Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.

    [ The Godfather Rock TE ]
    Ain't we funky now?
    Ain't we funky now?

    [ VERSE 3: Ganxta are?dd ]
    Flip a you-turn, check out what I learned
    The punk judge sentenced me a short term
    In the pen again, rappin from the lock-in
    And it's the lock-in messin up my head again
    That's why servin time got me smokin punks
    (To all you posses) 187 with the riot pump
    I'm packin it, click-clackin it
    If it's too long, then I sow the front off it
    Don't like to show off, we might just let off
    Check out the T.R.I.B.E., watch my boys go off
    What a big mess, unfinished business
    Riddler did it, who played the witness?
    My old crimey sittin at the witness stand
    He still the homie? Be a snitcher, smoke him, man
    No mistakes allowed in the Boo-Yaa crowd
    This is the streets, so referee, go on with the foul
    You know what I'm sayin?
    And with these lyrics I be sprayin
    Turned state evidence, changed his identity
    He got away, 187 to his family

    [ all ]
    T.R.I.B.E.
    T.R.I.B.E.
    T.R.I.B.E.
    be -Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.

    [ Ganxta are?dd ]
    Let's go home

    [ The Godfather Rock TE ]
    Ain't we funky now?
    (Hell yeah!)
    (Hell yeah!)
    Ain't we funky now?
    (Hell yeah!)
    (Hell yeah!)

    Told you my boys was funky (funky) (funky)

    [ all ]
    Hell yeah!
    Hell yeah!

    Hell yeah!
    Hell yeah!

    Hell to the muthafuckas

    Hell yeah!
    Hell yeah!
    Hell to the muthafuckas

    Hell yeah!
    Hell yeah!
    Hell to the muthafuckas

    Hell yeah!
    Hell yeah!
    Hell to the muthafuckas

    Hell to the muthafuckas

    Hell to the muthafuckas
    Hell to them other bustas

    ( *laughter* )
    Hell yeah!
    Bustas!
    Yeah!
    Boo-Yaa in the house
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Byron M Byrd, Steven Daniels-Silva, Danny Devoux, Paul Devoux, Joe Nicolo, Kym Yancey.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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