| 歌曲 | Don't Mess |
| 歌手 | Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. |
| 专辑 | New Funky Nation |
| 作曲 : Devoux, Devoux, Devoux, King ... | |
| (The moral of that story is Don't mess around and get yo ass stomped) [The Godfather Rock] (Yeah, yeah, yeah - yeeaaaah) | |
| Boo-Yaa funkin it up (Don't mess with) | |
| Boo-Yaa funkin it up (Don't mess with) | |
| Boo-Yaa funkin it up (Don't mess with) | |
| Booooooooo- | |
| Yaa! Yeah (Yeah) (Come on) (Posses better step back) (Tell em what it is) [VERSE 1: Ganxta R?dd] | |
| Don't mess with a riot, we're prisoners of emotion | |
| How politicians figure they have the potion? | |
| But I'm the witch doctor, | |
| I came to rock ya (And if it don't work) | |
| Then I'm gonna sock ya | |
| Don't need violence, but violence is here | |
| Listen up close and put on a riot gear | |
| Cause Boo- | |
| Yaa T.R.I. | |
| B.E. is comin up hard (What you think about the posse?) | |
| I think we see in a graveyard | |
| I'm the rap criminal, comin from my limo | |
| Every lyric | |
| I say, I write it down on my memo | |
| The MC in command, my | |
| A.K. ??they banned?? | |
| Me and you one on one, | |
| Ganxta R?dd still stand | |
| I never dirty my back, | |
| I never ever get jacked | |
| On stage (cause he carries a gat) .44's large, | |
| I got a big bodyguard | |
| The rap mafia | |
| Godfather | |
| Rock is in charge | |
| You don't mess | |
| With that | |
| Boo-Yaa funk [The Godfather Rock] (Yeah, yeah, yeah - yeeaaaah) | |
| Boo-Yaa funkin it up (Don't mess with) | |
| Boo-Yaa funkin it up (Don't mess with) | |
| Boo-Yaa funkin it up (Don't mess with) | |
| Booooooooo- | |
| Yaa! I'm gonna tell you only once (Yeah) | |
| Yo loc Pass me that second clip, homeboy | |
| I can do this (Tell em what we about) [VERSE 1: Ganxta R?dd] | |
| Don't mess with a dopedealer, makin transactions | |
| Cause makin money is their satisfaction | |
| Sellin drugs is the way they survive | |
| Smokin drugs is the way they die | |
| So who's the main killer, the pusher or the user? | |
| You figure it out, | |
| I'm not here to accuse ya | |
| Cause I'm a dope dealer, slingin records | |
| Makin records, breakin records, settin records | |
| So now you know what time it is | |
| You don't mess with the stuff, you can't hang with this | |
| I'm a pusher, a killer, never to be followed (To all you posses) 187 with a beer bottle | |
| So how you figure, the | |
| R?dd behind the trigger | |
| Huh, you try to run, | |
| I hunt you like a ninja | |
| Cause I'm so quick (how quick?) like lightning | |
| To MC's the | |
| R?dd is so frightening | |
| They keep askin me (R?dd, what you writin?) | |
| A letter to the posse who comin in here fightin | |
| So like dope dealer would say | |
| You shortstop, my customer get sprayed with the | |
| A.K. You don't mess | |
| Homeboy [The Godfather Rock] (Yeah, yeah, yeah - yeeaaaah) | |
| Boo-Yaa funkin it up (Don't mess with) | |
| Boo-Yaa funkin it up (Don't mess with) | |
| Boo-Yaa funkin it up (Don't mess with) | |
| Booooooooo- | |
| Yaa! I'm gonna only say it once | |
| Come on (Yeah) | |
| You think they're ready for the last one? (I don't know) | |
| Bring on that clip, homeboy (That one was too funky) (Give it to em anyway) (Come on) [VERSE 3: Ganxta R?dd] | |
| Don't mess with the boys in black when your ass get tapped | |
| By Boo-Yaa | |
| T.R.I.B.E., the mafia of rap | |
| Life of last (lane) never been delayed | |
| Commit a crime on stage and still get paid | |
| Makin dollars to holler, your posse's to follow | |
| The T.R.I. | |
| B.E. get bigger, your posse get smaller | |
| Your lyrics is scratched, your record is dubbed | |
| You ask what's the funk hypin up the club | |
| Boo-Yaa funkin it up | |
| Then you turn to your lady as you say it again | |
| Boo-Yaa funkin it up | |
| Yeah Don't mess with a bullet when the trigger is pulled | |
| You don't mess with the | |
| T.R.I.B.E. when we act a fool | |
| The Godfahter | |
| Rock TE, once he starts snappin | |
| O.M.B. on the bass, he starts slappin | |
| R?dd start rappin, my | |
| T.R.I.B.E. start cappin | |
| Your posse plays it up, | |
| I say, "Yo, what happened?" | |
| Now they got me in a cell, but they fail | |
| I still got | |
| E.K.A. and | |
| Don-L raisin hell | |
| Put down my mic, | |
| I got L.A.'s best | |
| Most wanted stays | |
| R?idd, takin over the west | |
| Always been loc'ed since the day we was born | |
| We peel a cap like a monkey peels a orange | |
| Tear your ass up with my lyrics of death | |
| Put down my mic in case you run out of breath | |
| Roll your ass up and tell you to leave | |
| Like the last record company who didn't believe | |
| But that's okay, because the going gets tough | |
| You don't mess with this stuff | |
| So how you like us now? | |
| How ya like us now? | |
| Homeboy They gonna funk to this | |
| They have to | |
| I'm gonna only tell you once | |
| You don't mess with | |
| Boo-Yaa T. | |
| R.I.B.E. [DJ EZ Mike cuts up] (Don't mess around and get yo ass stomped) |
| zuò qǔ : Devoux, Devoux, Devoux, King ... | |
| The moral of that story is Don' t mess around and get yo ass stomped The Godfather Rock Yeah, yeah, yeah yeeaaaah | |
| BooYaa funkin it up Don' t mess with | |
| BooYaa funkin it up Don' t mess with | |
| BooYaa funkin it up Don' t mess with | |
| Booooooooo | |
| Yaa! Yeah Yeah Come on Posses better step back Tell em what it is VERSE 1: Ganxta R? dd | |
| Don' t mess with a riot, we' re prisoners of emotion | |
| How politicians figure they have the potion? | |
| But I' m the witch doctor, | |
| I came to rock ya And if it don' t work | |
| Then I' m gonna sock ya | |
| Don' t need violence, but violence is here | |
| Listen up close and put on a riot gear | |
| Cause Boo | |
| Yaa T. R. I. | |
| B. E. is comin up hard What you think about the posse? | |
| I think we see in a graveyard | |
| I' m the rap criminal, comin from my limo | |
| Every lyric | |
| I say, I write it down on my memo | |
| The MC in command, my | |
| A. K. ?? they banned?? | |
| Me and you one on one, | |
| Ganxta R? dd still stand | |
| I never dirty my back, | |
| I never ever get jacked | |
| On stage cause he carries a gat . 44' s large, | |
| I got a big bodyguard | |
| The rap mafia | |
| Godfather | |
| Rock is in charge | |
| You don' t mess | |
| With that | |
| BooYaa funk The Godfather Rock Yeah, yeah, yeah yeeaaaah | |
| BooYaa funkin it up Don' t mess with | |
| BooYaa funkin it up Don' t mess with | |
| BooYaa funkin it up Don' t mess with | |
| Booooooooo | |
| Yaa! I' m gonna tell you only once Yeah | |
| Yo loc Pass me that second clip, homeboy | |
| I can do this Tell em what we about VERSE 1: Ganxta R? dd | |
| Don' t mess with a dopedealer, makin transactions | |
| Cause makin money is their satisfaction | |
| Sellin drugs is the way they survive | |
| Smokin drugs is the way they die | |
| So who' s the main killer, the pusher or the user? | |
| You figure it out, | |
| I' m not here to accuse ya | |
| Cause I' m a dope dealer, slingin records | |
| Makin records, breakin records, settin records | |
| So now you know what time it is | |
| You don' t mess with the stuff, you can' t hang with this | |
| I' m a pusher, a killer, never to be followed To all you posses 187 with a beer bottle | |
| So how you figure, the | |
| R? dd behind the trigger | |
| Huh, you try to run, | |
| I hunt you like a ninja | |
| Cause I' m so quick how quick? like lightning | |
| To MC' s the | |
| R? dd is so frightening | |
| They keep askin me R? dd, what you writin? | |
| A letter to the posse who comin in here fightin | |
| So like dope dealer would say | |
| You shortstop, my customer get sprayed with the | |
| A. K. You don' t mess | |
| Homeboy The Godfather Rock Yeah, yeah, yeah yeeaaaah | |
| BooYaa funkin it up Don' t mess with | |
| BooYaa funkin it up Don' t mess with | |
| BooYaa funkin it up Don' t mess with | |
| Booooooooo | |
| Yaa! I' m gonna only say it once | |
| Come on Yeah | |
| You think they' re ready for the last one? I don' t know | |
| Bring on that clip, homeboy That one was too funky Give it to em anyway Come on VERSE 3: Ganxta R? dd | |
| Don' t mess with the boys in black when your ass get tapped | |
| By BooYaa | |
| T. R. I. B. E., the mafia of rap | |
| Life of last lane never been delayed | |
| Commit a crime on stage and still get paid | |
| Makin dollars to holler, your posse' s to follow | |
| The T. R. I. | |
| B. E. get bigger, your posse get smaller | |
| Your lyrics is scratched, your record is dubbed | |
| You ask what' s the funk hypin up the club | |
| BooYaa funkin it up | |
| Then you turn to your lady as you say it again | |
| BooYaa funkin it up | |
| Yeah Don' t mess with a bullet when the trigger is pulled | |
| You don' t mess with the | |
| T. R. I. B. E. when we act a fool | |
| The Godfahter | |
| Rock TE, once he starts snappin | |
| O. M. B. on the bass, he starts slappin | |
| R? dd start rappin, my | |
| T. R. I. B. E. start cappin | |
| Your posse plays it up, | |
| I say, " Yo, what happened?" | |
| Now they got me in a cell, but they fail | |
| I still got | |
| E. K. A. and | |
| DonL raisin hell | |
| Put down my mic, | |
| I got L. A.' s best | |
| Most wanted stays | |
| R? idd, takin over the west | |
| Always been loc' ed since the day we was born | |
| We peel a cap like a monkey peels a orange | |
| Tear your ass up with my lyrics of death | |
| Put down my mic in case you run out of breath | |
| Roll your ass up and tell you to leave | |
| Like the last record company who didn' t believe | |
| But that' s okay, because the going gets tough | |
| You don' t mess with this stuff | |
| So how you like us now? | |
| How ya like us now? | |
| Homeboy They gonna funk to this | |
| They have to | |
| I' m gonna only tell you once | |
| You don' t mess with | |
| BooYaa T. | |
| R. I. B. E. DJ EZ Mike cuts up Don' t mess around and get yo ass stomped |