paroles de chanson Six Bad Brothas - Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.
This
is
roll
call,
homeboy
1
(Ooh,
that's
funky,
mama)
2 bad
brothas
(Ooh,
that's
funky,
mama)
3 bad
brothas
(Ooh,
that's
funky,
mama)
4 bad
brothas
(Ooh,
that's
funky,
mama)
5 bad
brothas
(Ooh,
that's
funky,
mama)
6 bad
brothas
Ready?
Hit
it
[ Verse
1:
ganxta
r'dd
]
Pong,
don
simone
on
the
microphone
You
like
the
sound?
don't
touch
the
bass,
homes
Drop
it,
you
can't
stop
it,
you
wish
you
would
'Kick
it
in
the
hood...'
- you
never
could
Good,
better
than
bad,
the
new
fad
But
your
6-4
can
never
touch
my
cad
The
granddad,
now
you
call
me
superior
You
know
my
name,
but
me,
i
never
hear
of
ya
Rid
- r-i-d,
now
say
it
backwards
D-i-r,
director
in
control
respective
You
think
you're
rollin,
jock
holdin
walkin
around
But
the
t.r.i.b.e.
rides
deep,
so
deep
you
might
drown
Now,
you
picked
a
letter
You
picked
the
r,
it's
time
to
fade
the
trendsetter
Never,
i'm
just
too
clever,
cause
i'm
the
ganxsta
To
kill
ya,
you're
the
vermin,
i'll
drank
ya
Intoxicated,
r
rated
with
the
content
This
one's
so
funky,
gotta
use
it
in
my
concert
You
get
hurt
if
you
try
to
revert
to
any
other
>from
the
six
bad
brothas
7 bad
brothas
8 bad
brothas
9 bad
brothas
10
[ Verse
2:
ganxta
r'dd
]
10,
chin,
you
give
the
pin
to
the
hench
men
A
kite
was
shot
straight
to
the
hit
man
6 is
better
than
1
But
six
bad
brothas
with
guns
Packin
808
kick
drums
Bad
muthaf**kas,
six
wanted
hustlers
Down
for
the
count,
we
kill
you
with
a
muffler
Silence
- they
said
real
bad
boys
move
in
silence
But
the
hard
loud
ones
are
more
violent
I
keep
strollin
cause
of
the
mic
i'm
holdin
16
deep,
so
you
know
we
rollin
Doin
it
like
gangsters,
rollin
like
stars
Busters
beat
up
girls
and
tuck
behind
the
hard
Hardcore,
identical
to
the
last
one
All
you
can
do
is
make
beer
runs
You
got
it
like
this,
we
got
it
like
that
Man,
y'all
ain't
be
got
no
gat...
Boo-yaa
t.r.i.b.e.
is
the
winnin
team
(Why
you
say
that?)
cause
we
get
the
loudest
scream
So
hold
your
b*tch
tight,
cause
we're
all
fighters,
not
lovers
Yeah,
six
bad
brothas
7 bad
brothas
8 bad
brothas
9 bad
brothas
10
(Ooh,
that's
funky,
mama)
Godfather,
you
think
they
can
get
with
t.r.i.b.e.?
[ Godfather
]
Na,
na,
na,
na,
na
Tell
em,
t.r.i.b.e.
[ All
]
Na,
na,
na,
na,
na
Godfather
- a
bad
brotha
(King
roscoe)
- a
bad
brotha
(K.o.d.)
- a
bad
brotha
(E.k.a.)
- a
bad
brotha
(O.m.b.)
- a
bad
brotha
Ganxta
r?
dd
- a
bad
brotha
And
to
the
t.r.i.b.e.
- some
bad
brothas
Yeah
Word
to
the
brothas
[ Verse
3:
ganxta
r'dd
]
I
don't
need
an
application
for
this
ryhme
creation
A
boo-yaa
to
ya
with
the
rhyme
reputation
Multiply
like
a
fly,
opponents
realize
6 bad
brothas
finna
energize
? Rhyme
sayer
is
what
you
wanna
be
I
said
a
rap,
he
was
crap,
sounded
more
like
a
summary
O
is
on
the
go,
known
to
be
a
bragger
Goin
straight
to
all
you
posses
like
a
12"
dagger
Suicidal,
emotion
will
result
in
disgrace
A
rhyme
sayer,
a
player
simply
settin
the
pace
Temperature
flare
to
a
certain
degree
And
like
a
cold
we
got
symptoms
inside
you
will
see
Now
our
dry
cell
analyzed,
we
can't
be
defined
Coordinated,
updated
with
the
one-track
mind
Yo,
the
mind
(what
is
the
mind?)
The
mind
is
a
tool
that
make
busters
go
blind
Manipulator,
fader,
perpetrator
hater
Innovator,
debater,
operator,
calculator
Rap
schooler,
and
there
ain't
no
cooler
When
it
comes
to
mc's,
boo-yaa
the
rap
rulers
1 bad
brotha
2 bad
brothas
3 bad
brothas
4 bad
brothas
5 bad
brothas
6 bad
brothas
That's
all
it
takes,
homeboy
(Ooh,
that's
funky,
mama)
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