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Boo Yaa T R I B E New Funky Nation

it's a death every hour That's why I don't by time, I know what time it is Bang your head to this Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. is pickin up metal! We're pickin

up, get up, step up, I feel the fate now Cause that Boo-Yaa bass is gettin too loud But the louder it gets we get much respect T.R.I.B.E.'s on your back

I dislike when people at a party sit Now I didn't come here to be judged by the color of my skin Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. just went Psyko cause they wouldn'

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

jam to be craved for the new generation Here, this is for the New Funky Nation And it could be better (It could be better) The New Funky Nation (New Funky Nation