Six Bad Brothers

Song Six Bad Brothers
Artist Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.
Album New Funky Nation

Lyrics

作曲 : Devoux, Devoux, Silva
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)

Pinyin

zuò qǔ : Devoux, Devoux, Silva
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 64 can never touch my
Cad The granddad, now you call me superior
You know my name, but me,
I never hear of ya
Rid Rid, now say it backwards
Dir, 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...
BooYaa 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 booyaa 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 onetrack 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, BooYaa 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