Текст (слова) песни: Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. - Six Bad Brothas

 
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 muthafuckas, 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 bitch 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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