Pickin' Up Metal

Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.

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Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.

Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. are a hip hop group from Carson, California, composed of the Devoux brothers Paul, Ted, Donald, Roscoe, Danny, and David. Their family is from American Samoa. They first began playing music in their father's Baptist church. Before anyone else arrived, they would play P-Funk and experiment with other forms of hip-hop. Particularly popular in their South Bay neighborhood, they began to dance to funk music. The brothers then created the dance crew the Blue City Strutters and publicly performed. All members are members or former members of West Side Piru and Samoan Warrior Bounty Hunters. Despite their religious upbringing, the brothers eventually fell into the gang scene popular in their home of Compton, Los Angeles. After their youngest broth… more »


Year:
1990
5:16
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Hey all you headbangers!
Are you ready to party?!

Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. is pickin up metal!

(Bang)

Bang your head to this
Bang your head 
Bang-bang your head to this

And get hit by the metal fist
Another metaphor straight from my murder list
I can do this, get up and school this
Those who pick up metal but don't know how to use it
I the Ganxsta have a full Glock
Since the last time they all got shot
So now you know that metal is requested
That's the way the streets select it
So 24/7 we're pickin' up metal
That's how we settle our problems in the ghetto
???? why does a brother
Pick up metal to kill another
Why is that? I don't know
But I think I have the answer
Turn up the bass and let them all be dancers

Bang your head
Bang-bang your head to this!

Part 2 of a death wish
MC's get served on the metal dish
And that wish has already came true
'Cause the Ganxsta already played the role of a fool
And I straight go looney
When a buster with metal step to me
O grabs the bass and thumps
Busters duck the funk, what's the last? Riot Pump
The new stage was a 12-gauge ??? to the cage
Made you say: it ain't like the old days
When we just go head up
The new days everyboody's givin' metal up
And you wonder: is it metal or thunder?
It's the sounds of down under
And it's not undercover, it's straight up underground
The sound of our guitar, heavy
The bass gets no heavier
Louder, and it's like gun powder
One strike with metal 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 metal

Bang your head to this!
Take the handcuffs off my wrist
So I can bust my shit
Pass me my locs 'cause I'm finna get yoked
Anyone who stands in the way will get smoked
'Cause all we need is your eyes to focus
On Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. who's the locest
Is this what you want, to see what ghetto
Can pick up the heaviest metal?
We give you mo', comin' from the backdo'
Another warrior ready for war
Heavier than metal, but metal ain't heavy
'Cause the hit squad works out with plenty
Full-metal jacket, just moved up a bracket
Re-load the .45 so we can stack it
All of a sudden you're stuck like a truck
You can't get it up and you're slow like f*ck
What a shame, try to play the metal game
Revenge is for giants, it's a soldier thing
Straight up, from the hardest ghetto
Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. is pickin' up metal!

We're pickin' up metal

Bang your head
Bang-bang your head to this!

Metallica? Think so? Bubble gum
They couldn't understand the 808 kick drum
Melodic, not idiotic
Our music makes sense, right? (Yeeaaahh) Got it
Check it out, acid, I never had none
But if I took some y'all know the outcome
Clack-clack-clack, everybody stand back
Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.'s in the house and we're ready with the metal track
King Roscoe the full-metal jacket
I have fire lyrics cause I have it packin'
So let's bail and pack the trunk
With the heavy metal guitar and the bass who funks
For all you heavy metallers
Funky beat peddlers, listen to the editors
Like fire in the kettle 
I bring the heat if it's metal with a scorn to settle
This is your opportunity to go for yours
Draw for your metal and hit the floor
'Cause it's time for war in the ghetto
Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. is pickin' up metal

Bang your head to this
Bang your head 
Bang-bang your head to this

This jam is like
You gotta bang your head to this!
Ha-ha-ha-ha

Time is tickin', the world's gone bad
You ain't with it, you better step back
Feel the wrath of the Ganxsta

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Written by: DANNY V. DEVOUX, KEN VILLENEUVE, MYLES JOHN O'BRIEN, PAUL DEVOUX, ROSCOE DEVOUX

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