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(The moral of that story isDon't mess around and get yo ass stomped)[ The Godfather Rock ](Yeah, yeah, yeah - yeeaaaah)Boo-Yaa funkin it up(Don't mess with)Boo-Yaa funkin it up(Don't mess with)Boo-Yaa funkin it up(Don't mess with)Booooooooo-Yaa!SongtexteYeah(Yeah)(Come on)(Posses better step back)(Tell em what it is)[ VERSE 1: Ganxta are?dd ]Don't mess with a riot, we're prisoners of emotionHow politicians figure they have the potion?But I'm the witch doctor, I came to rock ya(And if it don't work) Then I'm gonna sock yaDon't need violence, but violence is hereListen up close and put on a riot gearCause Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. is comin up hard(What you think about the posse?) I think we see in a graveyardI'm the rap criminal, comin from my limoEvery lyric I say, I write it down on my memoThe MC in command, my A.K. ??they banned??Me and you one on one, Ganxta are?dd still standI never dirty my back, I never ever get jackedOn stage (cause he carries a gat) .44's large, I got a big bodyguardThe rap mafia Godfather Rock is in chargeYou don't messWith that Boo-Yaa funk[ The Godfather Rock ](Yeah, yeah, yeah - yeeaaaah)Boo-Yaa funkin it up(Don't mess with)Boo-Yaa funkin it up(Don't mess with)Boo-Yaa funkin it up(Don't mess with)Booooooooo-Yaa!I'm gonna tell you only once(Yeah)Yo locPass me that second clip, homeboyI can do this(Tell em what we about)[ VERSE 1: Ganxta are?dd ]Don't mess with a dopedealer, makin transactionsCause makin money is their satisfactionSellin drugs is the way they surviveSmokin drugs is the way they dieSo who's the main killer, the pusher or the user?You figure it out, I'm not here to accuse yaCause I'm a dope dealer, slingin records Makin records, breakin records, settin recordsSo now you know what time it isYou don't mess with the stuff, you can't hang with thisI'm a pusher, a killer, never to be followed(To all you posses) 187 with a beer bottleSo how you figure, the are?dd behind the triggerHuh, you try to run, I hunt you like a ninjaCause I'm so quick (how quick?) like lightningTo MC's the are?dd is so frighteningThey keep askin me (R?dd, what you writin?)A letter to the posse who comin in here fightinSo like dope dealer would sayYou shortstop, my customer get sprayed with the A.K.You don't messHomeboy[ The Godfather Rock ](Yeah, yeah, yeah - yeeaaaah)Boo-Yaa funkin it up(Don't mess with)Boo-Yaa funkin it up(Don't mess with)Boo-Yaa funkin it up(Don't mess with)Booooooooo-Yaa!I'm gonna only say it onceCome on(Yeah)You think they're ready for the last one?(I don't know)Bring on that clip, homeboy(That one was too funky)(Give it to em anyway)(Come on)[ VERSE 3: Ganxta are?dd ]Don't mess with the boys in black when your ass get tappedBy Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., the mafia of rapLife of last (lane) never been delayedCommit a crime on stage and still get paidMakin dollars to holler, your posse's to followThe T.R.I.B.E. get bigger, your posse get smallerYour lyrics is scratched, your record is dubbedYou ask what's the funk hypin up the clubBoo-Yaa funkin it upThen you turn to your lady as you say it againBoo-Yaa funkin it upYeahDon't mess with a bullet when the trigger is pulledYou don't mess with the T.R.I.B.E. when we act a foolThe Godfahter Rock TE, once he starts snappinO.M.B. on the bass, he starts slappinare?dd start rappin, my T.R.I.B.E. start cappinYour posse plays it up, I say, "Yo, what happened?"Now they got me in a cell, but they failI still got E.K.A. and Don-L raisin hellPut down my mic, I got L.A.'s bestMost wanted stays are?idd, takin over the westAlways been loc'ed since the day we was bornWe peel a cap like a monkey peels a orangeTear your ass up with my lyrics of deathPut down my mic in case you run out of breathRoll your ass up and tell you to leaveLike the last record company who didn't believeBut that's okay, because the going gets toughYou don't mess with this stuffSo how you like us now?How ya like us now?HomeboyThey gonna funk to thisThey have toI'm gonna only tell you onceYou don't mess with Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.[ *DJ EZ Mike cuts up* ](Don't mess around and get yo ass stomped) Aus Songtexte Mania