T.R.I.B.E. 歌词
| 歌曲 | T.R.I.B.E. |
| 歌手 | Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. |
| 专辑 | New Funky Nation |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Devoux, Devoux, Nicolo, Silwa | |
| 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 |
| zuo qu : Devoux, Devoux, Nicolo, Silwa | |
| 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 | |
| BooYaa 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. | |
| BooYaa 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. | |
| BooYaa 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 uturn, check out what | |
| I learned | |
| The punk judge sentenced me a short term | |
| In the pen again, rappin from the lockin | |
| And it' s the lockin 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, clickclackin 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 | |
| BooYaa 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. | |
| BBooYaa | |
| 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! | |
| BooYaa in the house |
| zuò qǔ : Devoux, Devoux, Nicolo, Silwa | |
| 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 | |
| BooYaa 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. | |
| BooYaa 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. | |
| BooYaa 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 uturn, check out what | |
| I learned | |
| The punk judge sentenced me a short term | |
| In the pen again, rappin from the lockin | |
| And it' s the lockin 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, clickclackin 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 | |
| BooYaa 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. | |
| BBooYaa | |
| 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! | |
| BooYaa in the house |
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