Boo-yaa Tribe On Me Lyrics

On Me Lyrics

[Intro: Kurupt]

I ain't got a problem with nobody, right?

This is
Young Gotti, but I got a problem with you

Cause you got a problem with
me

Yeah nigga... keeping it real G'd up

Hitting niggaz like 
Boo-Yaa!  punk

What the fuck nigga!



[Verse 1: Ganxta
Ridd]

I'm Ridd rhyming, I'm non existant

I'm just a daily, first to
burn a convalescent

I'm the example of learning less

I'm spitting
possible with two Wesson's, no questions

I'm the question with no
guessing

I'm kind of stressing more pounds than two jurisdictions

These rappers don't want prohibition

I will convict him

I'm the
West Coast redemption

Target, Coast Ridah, boost eye for an eye

My
blood line banging until the eight frame die

I snuggle up the gun, full
grip

Them eyes on my dinero, then analyze this

Real out the game,
send them on their way to re-admit

Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., ain't nothing
changed, crowned and convinced

Pimp slap bitches and hoes and gangster
slap pimps

And when I went through, it's that GANGSTER SHIT



[Chorus: Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., Kurupt]



[Boo-Yaa] Gangsta,
gangsta, gangsta, gangsta..

[Kurupt] You know what I'm talking about

[Boo-Yaa] You get them fast then..

[Boo-Yaa] Gangsta, gangsta,
gangsta, gangsta..

[Boo-Yaa] This one's on me

[Boo-Yaa] Gangsta,
gangsta, gangsta, gangsta..

[Kurupt] Gangsta, right?

[Boo-Yaa] You
get them fast then..

[Boo-Yaa] Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta..

[Boo-Yaa] This one's on me



[Verse 2: Kurupt]

G's, T's,
where y'all at?

Riders, that's what y'all are (are)

I'm a for real
front line folder

I fold front lines and then push they backs over

Mama ain't raised no busters (busters