- Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. on me 歌詞
- Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.
- (feat. Kurupt)
(Intro: Kurupt)
I aint got a problem with nobody, right?
This is Young Gotti, but I got a problem with you
Cause you got a problem with me
Yeah *****... keeping it real Gd up
Hitting *****z like +Boo-Yaa!+ punk
What the **** ***** !
(Verse 1: Ganxta Ridd)
Im Ridd rhyming, Im non existant
Im just a daily, first to burn a convalescent
Im the example of learning less
Im spitting possible with two Wessons, no questions
Im the question with no guessing
Im kind of stressing more pounds than two jurisdictions
These rappers dont want prohibition
I will convict him
Im the West Coast redemption
Target, Coast Ridah, boost eye for an eye
My blood line banging until the eight frame die
I snuggle up the gun, full grip
Them eyes on my dinero, then ****yze this
Real out the game, send them on their way to re-admit
Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., aint nothing changed, crowned and convinced
Pimp slap *****es and hoes and gangster slap pimps
And when I went through, its that GANGSTER ****
(Chorus: Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., Kurupt)
(Boo-Yaa) Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta..
( Kurupt) You know what Im talking about
(Boo-Yaa) You get them fast then..
(Boo-Yaa) Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta..
(Boo-Yaa) This ones on me
(Boo-Yaa) Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta..
(Kurupt) Gangsta, right?
(Boo-Yaa) You get them fast then..
(Boo- Yaa) Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta..
(Boo-Yaa) This one's on me
(Verse 2: Kurupt)
Gs, Ts, where yall at?
Riders, thats what yall are (are)
Im a for real front line folder
I fold front lines and then push they backs over
Mama aint raised no busters (busters)
And mama aint raised no punks!
Well meet front to front
Left the parking lot ***** , see what yall want (*****)
Ten toes, ten fingertips
*****z dont really want to trip
They want to catch a ***** twenty deep ( deep)
And catch *****z thinking they could sleep (sleep)
Aint no sleeping in a G zone *****
BC rider and they every ball *****
Boo-Yaa and Gotti the original, told yall *****
Yeah run through this ************, Gd up huh?
G cut Timbs from the feet up huh?
(Chorus: Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. w/ minor variations)
(Verse 3: Ganxta Ridd)
They love it when I bang through
*** them all like a truce, fade them all like a rendez vous
Im hitting senders like Im hitting switches
Lay bikes like a pipe, play a brick and then they all my *****es
Whos that?, yall ** ***z beef
Its that ************ cause Im getting plot money
Envisioning *****, Im wishing **** and jaws
** ** them trick fools that dont want us to ball
We street flavor, Blood we all involved
Im all up in the guts quit ticking and crawl
Pass the free fall, **** the free shows
Slap the hoe all, paws that explode
************s die trying mode
Ganxta come on call me Ganxta Ridd
B.C.D.P. B.T. for sure
West West, East Side, .45 reload
(Chorus x2: Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. w/ minor variations)
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