作曲 : Devoux, Devoux, Nicolo, Silwa
I want you to take this funk to 
America [Ganxta R?dd] 
But Godfather, 
James Brown said it gots to be funky! [The Godfather Rock TE] 
Well, take 
O.M.B. with you [VERSE 1: Ganxta R?dd] 
I'm a B.G., too young to be an 
O.G. But all the 
O.G.'s who know me respect me 
MC's be slippin, 
I should be sittin 
And now I be hittin cause they just keep trippin (Trippin) (trippin) (trippin) 
We catch you trippin, trippin in the hood 
You think your rap could hit me from the bottle 
I think you have nothin to say but to follow 
Follow the leader, 
I drink a liter 
Of Miller, still be standin with the rap fever 
Turn up the level, bust on the devil 
This is your spot, pass me a shovel 
Turn up the stereo, this is your burial 8 feet under, turn off the radio 
In your tombstone you lay down alone 
Like me, but 
I spray them on the microphone 
Rappers, I ????, they try to bomb on us 
Radios fear us, we're too predominous 
It's for the culture, it's for the culture 
It's for the culture, it's for the culture 
It's for the culture, your lyrics, 
I told ya 
I brings it to ya, a 
Boo-Yaa sculpture 
Cause I know what a 
MC don't know 
My lyrics locked down in the rap ???? [all] 
T.R.I.B.E. 
T.R.I.B.E. 
T.R.I.B.E. 
Boo-Yaa T.
R.I.B.E. [The Godfather Rock TE] 
Ain't we funky now? 
Ain't we funky now? [VERSE 2: Ganxta R?dd] 
They threw away the key that unlocks my cell 
But they failed, unloaded two shells, my record still sell 
I ??? MC as if 
I was a swordsman 
I got out, 
I was huntin for the warden 
That's the way it is, that's the way 
I be And if you didn't know, prison guards feel me 
I'm Riddler [initial], my pen was behind bars 
And when I get out you're gonna boom me in your car 
Pump up the woofer, turn up the tweeter 
O.M.B., bring on the bass beater [all] 
T.R.I.B.E. 
T.R.I.B.E. 
T.R.I.B.E. 
Boo-Yaa T.
R.I.B.E. [The Godfather Rock TE] 
Ain't we funky now? 
Ain't we funky now? [VERSE 3: Ganxta R?dd] 
Flip a u-turn, check out what 
I learned 
The punk judge sentenced me a short term 
In the pen again, rappin from the lock-in 
And it's the lock-in messin up my head again 
That's why servin time got me smokin punks (To all you posses) 187 with the riot pump 
I'm packin it, click-clackin it 
If it's too long, then 
I sow the front off it 
Don't like to show off, we might just let off 
Check out the 
T.R.I.B.E., watch my boys go off 
What a big mess, unfinished business 
Riddler did it, who played the witness? 
My old crimey sittin at the witness stand 
He still the homie? 
Be a snitcher, smoke him, man 
No mistakes allowed in the 
Boo-Yaa crowd 
This is the streets, so referee, go on with the foul 
You know what 
I'm sayin? 
And with these lyrics 
I be sprayin 
Turned state evidence, changed his identity 
He got away, 187 to his family [all] 
T.R.I.B.E. 
T.R.I.B.E. 
T.R.I.B.E. 
B-Boo-Yaa 
T.R.I.B.E. [Ganxta R?dd] 
Let's go home [The Godfather Rock TE] 
Ain't we funky now? (Hell yeah!) (Hell yeah!) 
Ain't we funky now? (Hell yeah!) (Hell yeah!) 
Told you my boys was funky (funky) (funky) [all] 
Hell yeah! 
Hell yeah! 
Hell yeah! 
Hell yeah! 
Hell to the muthafuckas 
Hell yeah! 
Hell yeah! 
Hell to the muthafuckas 
Hell yeah! 
Hell yeah! 
Hell to the muthafuckas 
Hell yeah! 
Hell yeah! 
Hell to the muthafuckas 
Hell to the muthafuckas 
Hell to the muthafuckas 
Hell to them other bustas [laughter] 
Hell yeah! 
Bustas! Yeah! 
Boo-Yaa in the house