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