• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Whoop Whoop - DJ Pooh
• Mc's Must Come Down - DJ Pooh
• Nowhere 2 Hide - DJ Pooh
• Ebonics - DJ Pooh
• Bad Newz Travels Fast - DJ Pooh
• Grow Room - DJ Pooh
• No Idea - DJ Pooh
• Gangsta Vocabulary - DJ Pooh
• Who Cares - DJ Pooh

Can you see me falling
Can you hear me calling you
Shadows of pale - pass by
You're ready to sail - and I
Will love you
Forever
You're tearing me down - but why
My daydreams are bound - to die
I'll miss you
Forever
CHORUS
Hear me queen of light
Help me through the night
And deep inside
Missing links are hurting
Queen of light
Tell me why
You hide
There behind the curtain
Can you see me falling
Can you hear me calling you
All that we had - were lies
We're ending with sad - goodbyes
The story
Is over
Playing it cool

[Biz Markie] (What goes up
Must come down)
[VERSE 1]
MC's - you need deeper concentration
Cause wack rhymes and crews lead to non-profit organizations
I attack like anxiety with the variety
From the western society - baby
Seeing is believing, but looks can be deceiving
You might think you're coming with it, nigga, but you're leaving
With lyrics I'm conceiving
Morning, afternoon and evening
You can't wait
My shit's special like a .38
(You got a problem?)
I smoke some boo boo, now I'm spaced out like astrology
Getting in MC's asses like proctology
It's seems that everybody's going through a phase
Thinkin they can bust, but they're weak like 7 days
All 12 months for every ounce I get 12 blunts
Get the munchies, eat up 12 MC's at once
Thinkin that they wasn't, when they know that they was
The one with the style young, they still got the peachfuzz
(What goes up
Must come down)
(What goes up...)
(MC's) (...must come down)
[VERSE 2]
When I get stoned like Fred Flint I begin
To smoke MC's like Marian, bury them
Cause most be comin unnatural like a cesarean
I wish my rhymes were meat and MC's were vegetarians
Cause when it comes to biting, I don't condone it
Besides, you couldn't manage my style if you owned it
I got gruesome rhymes in my mind
And they'll jump on a beat
Infect it when the rhyme is injected
Metaphors are connected
Booty lyrics are deflected
And the mic is intercepted
Cause I never ever leave it neglected
I'm tryina hold my position
What kind of man would I be if my rhymes weren't in mint condidtion
They say "(Hey) Grimm's nowhere to be found"
But they catch me on camera beatin MC's down
Always tryin to ponder what I'm pondering
They need to find theyself, because they're somewhere lost and wandering
(What goes up
Must come down)
(What goes up...)
(MC's) (...must come down)
[VERSE 3]
As we mix a little lyric and track
Like coke and cognac
Premium blend
You're gonna need a driver, designated friend
Cause I intend to seep in your system
Hit hard, make MC's change agenda
Disregard their rhymes, return to sender
I got soul like Dr. Scholl eatin a bowl of neckbones
I like my shit loud enough to where it blows your headphones
If you hear any noise, it's just me and the boys makin hits
Assassination other crews, posses, and clicks
The main thing's to get down and say my peace
Whoever disrespects, I'm Rushen like Patrice
I'll never cease with the funky, funky vocals and beats
Cause we need more rappers around flauntin new styles and speaks
I know we're amped to get the money, cause we need it
But if your lyrics ain't tight, the whole purpose is defeated
You can't shine and be on top with the wack sound

[Hook:]
No worse scared can't get away
Dumpin' with them funky rhymes
"Pullin' out niggas frontin' like snobs"
Nowhere 2 hide
[Threat]
I deliver to you the new blueprints
Vocal instruments phat like them Goodyear blimps
We pimps
Beats
Put 'em in the streets
Twenty four hours seven days a week
I kick science, but they still haven't learned
Step beyond the point of no return get wet
The rhythmic, hypnotic ear narcotics
Strictly for fanatics and the gangbang addicts
Uh, around the globe follow ya nose
Down with the underground from my head to my toes
Ride the groove like a three day cruise
Peace to the east but the west coast rules
The chocolate child unleashed out the wild
Break the Richter scale and make the party shake tails
Baddest on the atlas just tryin' to stay down
You gotta get up I get off or get clowned
[Hook]
[Threat]
I came across a close shave runnin' with them renegades
All on display on K-T-L-A
I hate to do it but I'm stupid don't test me
Unless ya wanna get your new clothes all messy
We fed 'em loot but they still insist to spit words
But they can't fuck with this they get swerved
Graduated old school G degree
Calm down the savage in any MC
North, south, east, west
But simply hittin' 'em with the melody I possess
So raise your hands up high and get all the way with it
It's the joint, bodies get the munches when they hit it
Like that
Yep bigger fatter than the piece
Inflation went up and make the killin' increase
So long for the plan you was plottin'
Cause it's long and forgotten once your style turned rotten
[Hook]
[Threat]
It's the mad maestro and it ain't no other
Turn milk into honey and make bread off butter
I hold the title in the middle of my palm
For makin' freaks dance on the floor till dawn
Make way let me show you how it's done
It's a party and the playerhatin' niggas can't come
Got rhymes on my pad and they all hit rock
Don't sleep cause the sheep just might be a fox
On a hunt
Hot on the trail
Hoe givin' up the drawers cause a nigga in jail
On the bottom of the ocean to the top of the hill
MC can't deal with my hi-tech skills
They tight tight last all night
Buckle up for safety and prepare to take flight
Destination on to the next plateau
It's the Zuu in the house you can't funk with the flow

[Mista Grimm]
Eeeee-bonics
Ain't nothin' but a fancy word for slang
A language often used when you kick it and hang
There's words like "soda"
I pinched her ass so da
Bitch got mad
Take the word "offer"
Then came her dad
So I quickly got off her
There's a bunch how bout "homade"
I was hungry the so the hoe made me lunch
Yeah pretty soon
There will be books on how to speak it taught in the classroom
But to us it's nothing new (naw)
You hear it on the avenue
Even on the bus, at a barbecue
It's spoken, by people of all ages
I even put it in my rap pages and bust it on stages
But you'll have to excuse me
I'm stepping out this evening
I hope what I've been sayin' you're "believing"
Cause I'll be leaving
In a minute to a black tie affair
I bet they got the bomb weed there
That's ebonics
Hook:
I know ebonic I know ebonics
Do you know ebonics [x2]
[Mista Grimm]
I like to be discrete when on the phone
I don't want the pigs all up in my home
I just call up the homies I'm dry like a bone
Got some vegetable? "aw yeah"
Plug me in with a zone
And if I must say it works rather well
Just keep it on the down low, that mean don't tell
My styles funky and I don't mean the smell
Get yourself a stash box to hide the periphanala (ya)
Must be a fool if ya haven't learned
That getting jacked, it's not a sexual term
It means you're gonna get robbed
Get yourself a strap
That's a gun, roll with it, on your lap
Don't mess with bummy hoes that try to throw the coochie
Cause the bitch is low budget in ebonics, hootchie
And if ya at the sto' use the word "domain"
Say "Hold the do' man"
There ya go
[Hook]
[Mista Grimm]
A- arrest
B- broke
C- goin' to court for
D- dope
E- bonics
F- fly
G- that's me
H- high (like a motherfucker) off the
I- Indo
J- is for jackin'
K- kidnappin', will leave you with an
L- give me the
M- money
N- niggas
O- shit
P- here come the police, (watch out) dump the
Q- quarter piece
R- really doe
S- you smoke stress
T- trick, that's a hoe
U- underground that's my style and sound (I know)
V- catchin' the vapors if you like me all of a sudden
cause I started makin' paper
W- wack, and that goes for MCs with the skills ya lack
Who got money on some?
X- tra bags (who?)
Y- y'all trippin'? I got the
Z- zigzags
Now that's ebonics

[Intro:]
DJ Pooh. Zuu Tribe 97. T-Lee feels gold drastic. Yeah get the cash.
[T-Lee:]
Since money rules the world I'm a stay on the grind
Sky high feelin' fine in this west sunshine
I'm a rhyme all about my chips I ain't lyin'
I got my foot on the floor in the fast lane flyin'
Drape the double R L in an Accura or a M
Thoroughbreds chasin' me and they bad as hell
Mr. Lee, Zuu Tribe it ain't hard to tell
Hug the brakes get the number that's a player right there
See a chick goin' spin just like a nigga spin
Make sure you spin more so you always win
This a petty game but who's to blame for the shame
It ain't the same talkin' bout bein' they thang
I motivate graduate that's the plan for the (money)
But ain't broke, stressed and trippin' (actin' funny)
Dummy, get equipped, you're tryin' to playerhate
Stay off the next man you better go on and graduate
[Hook:]
When the situations dollars it's time to smash
Two thousand zero zero party's over get the cash (oooh)
When it's all said and done we get the last laugh
Fuck what you heard bad newz travels fast
[T-Lee:]
You got much grande beats that bang
We got saucy ass lyrics that swang
And a whole other zone
And three of 'em straight gone
We'll fade that ass on wax or off the dome
We strive to be the tightest top notch on the scene
Be like a fiend stay down with my team
It's a pity
Huh, situation gettin' shitty
When Lee come through will Zuu Tribe take the city?
These niggas ain't Ballers these niggas ain't phillies
But these niggas don't the most these niggas kill me
You wouldn't understand this path we done chose
Rise for much more than chips, cars coast to hoes
Throwin' bolos at fake ass ballers with fake clothes
Lead ya to the left straight killin' your soul
Let it be told
Everything that glitters is not gold
Got platinum recipes so our unit is sold
[Hook]
"Is it the future"
[Verse 3:]
Stop the sleepin' game not free
You flip ? h.o.e. the 9-7 the B. is a B.
I want the millions most defiantly
So me, giving you mine is something I can't see
I guess the real team hard make ya wanna freak freak
Cause I hand with major players that got nothing but heat
Me myself I'm a hustla
Money is what I'm after
Catch me on the next page on the next chapter
Only half of these rides get my respect
The other perpetrating' 50 need they weave check
I can't trip though cause niggas trick for these chicks
Blow up they hair buy' em thangs ain't even hip
It sound sick don't it?
You're damn right it is
Cause when you're actin' like that how you gonna handle your biz?
We want the ? the S.C. lyrical triple
But you call Zuu Tribe the worldwide money getters
[Hook]
"Is this the future"

I got an idea...
I had a plan to grow indo'
Therefore the outdo' was to be recreated, duplicated in a grow room
Wanted to produce the kinda plant that you could display up in a showroom
So beautiful, but yet stinky
Stick to your thumb, index, middle, ring, pinky
And the brain
First thing was to provide setting for proper cultivation
Discrete location
Ten by ten foot spot
Lit up by a thousand watt
Lamp, plus two air-vents for the air to circulate
And ehm - I calculate
30 gallons of water a week, I'm really into this
Now all I need is some good fertilizer and some photosynthesis
To proceed, after I choose the right seeds to fall in motion
With a little love and devotion
I can make the front cover of _High Times_
I hope I never get busted and have to pay some fines
For havin a 'secret garden' like Barry White
I must not tell anyone and keep my lips sealed tight
I got the grow room
If you ain't never had the homegrown that made you choke
Put your hands in the air and say: nope, nope
And if you're high already and can't take another toke
Put your hands in the air and say: nope, nope
During the first stage of growth the seeds germinate slow
Start a root system, sprout up some leaves, and grow
Towards the light
Make sure the temperature's right
I was told by this one guy
Watch your plants closely, beware of bugs and fungi
They'll hurt your garden, they'll only interfere
With the vegetative growth that lasts about two months to a year
When full grown flowers bloom big buds and leaves
Watch out for thieves
People like to stash shit up their sleeves
It's not been three months
I'm tempted to break off a piece and roll some blunts
I wonder what it is, is this some Skunk?
I see some purple stems and orange hairs
Could it be the Humble mixed with Maui? It's a hybrid
Wow! Look what I did
I got the green thumb
Observe the superb herb
Bushy branches, loud smell
Like green pastel
I got it on deck for all seasons
And if anyone asks, it's for medical reasons
I got the grow room
If you ain't never had the homegrown that made you choke
Put your hands in the air and say: nope, nope
And if you're high already and can't take another toke
Put your hands in the air and say: nope, nope
It's been over four months, time to get high
Uproot the plants and let them hang dry
In a cool room with dry air, for 2 to 3 weeks
And I'ma be waitin right here with my loose leaf sheets
The lovely harvest, it came in different amounts
Four trees, each one just a few grams short of an ounce
I can't wait to smoke it, I know it's the bomb
Been waiting so long, make me wanna write a song
I guess I'll sell 2 ounces and puff on the rest
Find a recipe to sprinkle herb on my filet of chicken breast
Or some tea shot full of THC
Hit the bomb, cut open the swisher sweet
Then come off on weed
Plant stuck to my fingertips as I try to break it down
And when lit, the fruity herby taste is profound
It have me buzzin for a light year, and you best believe I'll have some seeds
And be at it again, yes indeed
I got the grow room
If you ain't never had the homegrown that made you choke
Put your hands in the air and say: nope, nope
And if you're high already and can't take another toke
Put your hands in the air and say: nope, nope

[Charlie Wilson]
You have no idea
[Roger Troutman]
(You have no idea)
[Charlie Wilson]
what I'm goin through
[Yolanda Harris/Shirley Murdoch ]
(You have no idea)
[VERSE 2: KAM]
How much mo' can I take
I'm all alone in a world gone mad
Brothers is doin bad
I had hopes and dreams, it seems like though nobody care
Who says life is fair cause ain't no justice out here nowhere
I prepare myself to hold court right here in the street
Don't come at me with no b.s., homie, give me five feet
I can't get no sleep, peace and quiet or rest
I got ulcers, migraines and pains in my chest
So God bless my soul, I feel old when I'm not
But physically and mentally I'm going through a lot
I know my time on this big blue baloon is short
Stress and pray everyday while people playin sport
Worry myself sick, so I be tryin to stay active
But death is lookin more and more attractive
Lord have mercy, why me, I know you ain't make no mistake
But look at what a brother down here goin through for yo sake
[Charlie Wilson]
You have no idea
[Roger Troutman]
(You have no idea)
[Charlie Wilson]
what I'm goin through
[Yolanda Harris/Shirley Murdoch]
(You have no idea)
[Yolanda Harris/Shirley Murdoch]
Might face trials and tribulations
[Roger Troutman]
(So much stress and trials and tribulations)
[Yolanda Harris/Shirley Murdoch]
but don't you give up
[Charlie Wilson]
It's so bad out here
The young killing the young
It's so bad, makes me sad
You have no clue
You have no idea
[Charlie Wilson]
You have no idea
[Roger Troutman ]
(You have no idea)
[ Charlie Wilson]
what I'm goin through
[Yolanda Harris/Shirley Murdoch]
(You have no idea)
[Yolanda Harris/Shirley Murdoch]
Justice for no one
[Roger Troutman]
(Justice for no one)
(Don't you know it's drivin me mad)
[Charlie Wilson/Roger Troutman]
You have no idea what I'm goin through
[VERSE 2: KAM ]
Don't think I'm happy, homie, just because you see me grinnin
But honest, ma, stress got my head spinnin
And I'm just tryin to be polite, I had a real rough night
And I don't wanna see no friends until I get my ends right
I got enough problems, and it's messin up my health
I keep puttin my family and friends before myself
When I'm the one who need help but too proud to ask for it
When there's somethin wrong with me y'all be the last to know it
Cause I don't show it, I handle it and privately suffer
Havin patience is a mutha
Trials and tribulations, that's how my lessons begin
I'm overpowered by death and the impressions of men
I'm tryin to overcome these obstacles that I meet
With women, kids, work, religion and my friends in the street
I done spread myself too thin, fell into a trap
And I'm just about ready to snap
[Charlie Wilson]
You have no idea
[Roger Troutman]
(You have no idea)
[Charlie Wilson]
what I'm goin through
[Yolanda Harris/Shirley Murdoch]
(You have no idea)
[Roger Troutman]
(I can't make my ends meet)
[Charlie Wilson]
What can we do?
[ Yolanda Harris/Shirley Murdoch ]
(What can we do?)
[Roger Troutman]
(What can we do?)
[Roger Troutman]
(Teenage babies)
[Yolanda Harris/Shirley Murdoch]
(Teenage babies)
[Charlie Wilson]
Making babies
[Roger Troutman]
(Welfare, yeah, yeah)
[Charlie Wilson]
No checks for me
[Charlie Wilson/Roger Troutman]
You have no idea what I'm goin through
[Roger Troutman]

(This record you're about to hear..)
(The Original Gangster of Hip-Hop)
[Just-Ice] (Cause I'm a gangster, and you're not
You're a sucker, and I rock
Wind it up)
[VERSE 1: Threat]
Fresh out my khaki fatigues
All you B.G.'s, you little leagues
??? run deep down in my genetic code, my DNA, frequent
Travellin, goin in and out, a juvenile delinquent
Meat-colored so you know I got a heart
Automatically, but I made it far
In the game, fame, fortune, get an abortion
You niggas want beef, I feed it to you raw in tiny, small portions
The lyrical composition has been composed by and written
Spitten, created for the part of use only if it's hard-hittin
West Coast section comin through droppin bombs from all directions
Primary candidate assassinated at the '96 elections
I told you before, the war, settle the score
With heavy metal, the rebel
Takin off like the Space Shuttle
Makin MC's smash on the gas pedal
Maintain, hold it down, claim the victory over the golden crown
Crowd around and history explains the names
of those that fell off the sound
Overload the circummode, malfunction in the mic's membrane
Radioactivity cause electricity in the cloud to make it rain
And have you wet, dripping, flipping, slipping
In the West slopes, Zoo Tribe representing
[CHORUS: Tray Deee]
Flipping through my dictionary
This is what we label as Gangsta
(Vo-Vo-)Vocabulary [x3]
[VERSE 2: Threat]
I prefer to take trips, circle the atmosphere and make chips
Then sit back, gangbang on you niggas with major clips
Championships mostly, put Hennessy to my lips costly
As we announce the new grand prize winners,
Zoo Tribe finna take the trophy
Wreck shit give me migrane, stop, pause, I need Tylenol, Codeine
Extra-strength kill the pain quick ??? light it all in a flame
Let it burn, let that be a lesson learned, turn
Back toward the ghetto,
had to blast past the last level to get respect earned
I received my diploma for bein no joke, no baloner
Just to let you know when you walk upon a professional microphoner
Rap creature, the Zoo keepers execute the beats featured
Transmittin signals through your stereo, thumpin through your speakers
I have to force the toys, not the boys
Makin all that irritatin noise
Your forbidden styles ain't allowed
Drop the mic, nigga, watch out
Tell them suckers they gotta bail, no entourage personel
Goes beyond this point, funky joint, toxic, chemical smells
Modern-day technology cuts like biology
Retire you and your co-workers, nothin personal, just company policy
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3: Threat]
Trace you like when the feds be lookin for ya
Cause groups to catch paranoia
You can hear a 100 footsteps mobbin, that's the Zoo Tribe warriors
Shoot ya with a rhyme from the past and sendin it to the future
When I wreck to play Rock Steady, you can barely beat the computer
Circle like the drive-through, pull up your automobile and park
Excuse me, ma'am,
would you like to purchase some fresh produce we call the bomb?
Sick shiznit, fertilize the beat, get it pregnant
But that's another episode of another whole entirely different segment
I'm zooin, crocodiles bite my styles chewin
Their style is played out, old, rusty, dusty, ancient, ruined
(Cause I'm a gangster and you're not)
[CHORUS]
[OUTRO: Tray Deee]
Stompin for eternal with my nigga
The Mister Deadly Threat
And y'all know who I am
The Original Gangsta Deee
And that's how we doin it

They don't give a fuck
So I don't give a fuck
Makes me wanna holler
Throw up both my hands
[VERSE 1]
Movin through the L.A. streets with the homeboys
Dippin in the toy, havin _Chips Ahoy_
Cookies, and these rookies still can't see us
A lotta people wanna be us cause we's the O.G.'es
Real Eastside riders from the hood
And I wish niggas would
Come at me like it's all good
If y'all could you'd probably do the same thing
Rap, sling dope, pimp hoes, or gangbang
And it's a goddamn shame, but
Now the babies is the ones blued down and flamed up
Saggin with they neighborhood flag inside they pockets
Think they ain't? They even spraypaint the sprockets
On they bike, yellin, "What that Eastside like?"
Gettin high in the bleachers while the teachers on strike
Books collect dust on they shelf
Parents either dead or gone, so they raise theyself
But who cares
[VERSE 2]
Some talk about killin, some hear about it, some do it
Some can't handle it, and others just numb to it
You think we got problems? They the ones
Cause kids is havin kids, and kids is havin guns
Ask yours daughters and sons what they learnin in school
And watch em look at you like you a fool
All they learn is how to smoke a bidi
How to do a tatoo use a rubber, cuss, fight, and write graffiti
The tv and the radio is raisin em
Parents hold your breath, cause death ain't even fazin em
A single mother out workin like a slave
Ain't no homecooked meal, just a microwave
Oven, what happened to the lovin?
Good taste done been replaced by pushin, and shovin
It all started at home with the family
Now we can't save em, or can we?
Who cares
Makes me wanna holler
Throw up both my hands
They don't give a fuck
So I don't give a fuck
[VERSE 2]
Don't nobody care what happen to us
Except God Almighty, in whom we trust
I bust rhymes like these for a reason
Cause for everything up under the sun it's a season
To live and die, laugh and cry
Everybody knows shit happens, but nobody knows why
And they don't even try to learn
By lettin the 5 Percent teach em, it's like they rather burn
And for niggas just to turn they life around and chill
It's harder to save, than it is to kill
As we spill each other blood in the streets
I see yellow tape and wonder who that is up under the sheet
Another child just got shot down
Now what's the chances that they not black and not brown?
A lotta people crowd around cause they feel they got to stop and stare
But they don't really care
Makes me wanna holler
Throw up both my hands
They don't give a fuck