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