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So how you figure we gon' pump this crowd up, homeboy? |
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Just pass me the riot pump |
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I'll pump this crowd up |
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Everybody step back |
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A riot pump, y'all |
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Pump it up, y'all |
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A pump it up, y'all |
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A riot pump, y'all |
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Pump it up, y'all |
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The riot pump, y'all |
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Pump, pump, pump, pump me up [simultaneously with the Trouble Funk sample] (Pump, pump, pump, pump me up) [VERSE 1: Ganxsta R?dd] |
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Quick like a reflex, written like a schooltext |
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O.M.B., slap the bass, |
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Rosco, bust the flex |
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All you posses, come on and give it up |
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T.R.I.B.E. rollin ???? you know what's up |
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Put down the pencil, pick up a pistol |
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You turn around again, we won't miss you |
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The m-i-c to the |
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T.R.I.B.E. |
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Is a gat to a sucker |
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MC Close range, got the aim |
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And you're to blame |
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And to your syndicate*, nothin changed, you're still the same |
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This bassline's kickin up real dust |
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You down with it, you gonna have to get with us |
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Livin a life of a villain |
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You keep buyin, we keep sellin |
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Time for you to surrender, it's just a character |
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Don't try to run, we'll hunt you like a predator |
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Prey like a vulture, you make a |
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Boo-Yaa sculpture |
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Did you know we're doin it for the culture? |
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Down from the big brown |
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Boo-Yaa town |
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Forget the ounce, instead try to slap a pound [not sure if this is a Rhyme Syndicate dis] |
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Pump, y'all |
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A riot pump, y'all |
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Riot pump, y'all |
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Pump it up, y'all |
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A riot pump, y'all |
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Pump it up, y'all |
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Pass me my riot pump [Trouble Funk] (Pump, pump, pump, pump me up) |
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Can anyone feel the fuckin funk? |
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This one goes out to all you busters [VERSE 2: Ganxsta R?dd] 187 to the posse, a |
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Boo-Yaa logo |
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Y'all already know (that's when it's loco) |
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Kickin up dust, let the dust remain |
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Turn up that bass, that's the crowd's main thing |
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Bass - that ultimate choice |
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Sprayin MC's by the shot of my voice |
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Posses claim old school and new school |
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But like a criminal |
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I used to ditch school |
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That's why you will always be reminded ???? |
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Boo-Yaa, we're criminal minded |
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Step back, hah, get ready (To all you posses) 187 with machetes |
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Unload like a .44, |
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I got soul |
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Comin like |
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Geronimo ?????? |
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Alamo Caged like a criminal |
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And I know from the frontdo' |
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Busta, let me go, |
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I'm finna tell the |
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Roscoe Pump the pusher, |
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I'm the criminal (To all you posses) 187 from a limo (limo, limo, limo) |
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They say we're gangsters, so let the stage be the streets |
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Our drive-by's ????? |
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I took the posse with me |
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Renegades with braids finna unload the guage |
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Boo-Yaa T. |
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R.I.B.E., |
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Boo-Yaa stage |
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Riot pump, y'all |
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Pump it up, y'all |
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A pump it up, y'all |
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A pump it up, a pump it up, a pump it up, y'all |
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Riot pump, y'all |
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Pump it up, y'all |
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Tell em [Trouble Funk] (Pump, pump, pump, pump me up) |
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This is that time |
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When Ridd loads up another clip [VERSE 3: Ganxsta R?dd] |
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I said I was loced to that posse |
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I smoked I told a riddle, they thought it was a new joke |
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Rap fiend, |
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I'm a killin machine |
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It's Ganxsta |
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R?dd cuttin like a guillotine |
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It's a passion being a assassin |
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They think we're gangsters, it's just a fashion |
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Forget the news, cause there's nothin excitin |
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It's our time, |
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Boo-Yaa's ridin (Boo-Yaa, Boo-Yaa hoo-ridin) (Boo-Yaa, Boo-Yaa hoo-ridin) (Boo-Yaa, Boo-Yaa hoo-ridin) |
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Pass me the remote |
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Turn to Godzilla, pass me the |
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Miller Now you know we some posse killers |
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The baby gangsta comin for the kingpin |
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It's a contract set from the state pen |
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The baby gangster, |
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I'm the executioner |
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And everybody say (????) |
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No, cause |
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I know it's your last show |
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Rush it then, |
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I'm only out on a furlough |
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Time is money, and money is time |
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I see I left you scared to stand behind me |
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Frontline, stand all position |
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Brown Berets, we're on a mission |
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On a mission to the t-o-p |
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And I'm down with |
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T.R.I.B.E. |
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The remains of material in this rhyme |
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Is a word for man, a shock for mankind |
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We have risen above trivial insult |
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But surprised by the unexpected results |
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That's why you be what you wanna be |
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I'm killin |
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MC's, 187 to your posse |
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You get the riddle? |
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I ain't no joke |
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Pass me my riot pump, we finna get loc'ed |
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And when we do this, we want everybody to clap your hands |
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A riot pump, y'all |
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A Pump it up, y'all |
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A pump it up, a pump it up, a pump it up, y'all |
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Riot pump, y'all |
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A pump it up, y'all |
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Tell em (Pump, pump, pump, pump me up) |
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EZ Mike with it, homeboys |
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The Gis The |
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Gis TNT gettin funky |
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Let's roll |
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Come on You want us to leave the gat in the back? (Boo-Yaa's in the house) |
