[conversation while Sicilian music plays in the background]
|
[The Godfather Rock TE]
|
I want you to take this funk to America
|
[Ganxta R?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 R?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 R?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 R?dd]
|
Flip a u-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.
|
B-Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.
|
|
[Ganxta R?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
|
|
-----------------
|
T.R.I.B.E.
|
| Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. |
