[Mike G] Lace up a fattie of the greenery, bounce and check the scenery Anticipation of the raw fills up the whole vicinity Legendary quotes from promissory notes Authentic fatigues wrapped around your throat Coming hitting like a hammer My overuse of truthful grammar might send me to the slammer So I got my alibi, so if the DA try to make me fry I'll poke him in his eye with a who, what, when and why Oh no, not I, done hit you up with the jimmy so now identify Cause whether dollars or yens, the 5-ohs always want to apprehend A brother for doing his thing
[Afrika] A yo! Hotshots rock spots and smoke chocolate thai Talking about getting money till the day they die Make money money, make money money money Take money money, take money money money! Suit getting chunky, well you see my pockets' fat Enough to go around ten times and come back Be the A double B on the thousand G bill Circle it around from Brooklyn to Castle Hill Right from the getty we caught bank from the piggy Cause we give it to you raw down to the nitty-gritty People acting shitty when they see me counting fifties Buying new sneakers, "Yo, son! Where'd you get these?!"
[Mike G] Brush off the comp like lint after the hit No one's seen the brothers with the three shades of tint Only a sign they're in like Flynt and haven't reached the extent We use the brain as the furnace and the mouth as the vent From the set off we jump on the mic and go get off Versatile styles bursting back and forth From the dealers and shakers, we fill the rhymes pages To catch them papers we're back with flavours
[Afrika] Kick the lotto, that's my motto, stash the loot in the bottle Fill my tank up with gas and then hit the throttle Me and Mike G lamping like Lamar and Rollo Rocking the mic, ripping shit at the Apollo Check the promoter for my quota Money quench my thirst like Dr Pepper soda
[Mike G] Recognise by the 'G' at the end of the name The aroma in the air when I spark a new flame It was the DJs in the park that put a start to the game That's what made me grab the mic and go seek fame And put a shame to the emcees with styles too lame For the treasures I lust but I fall short of, In God We Trust But I learned that doesn't mean they can't be touched Just if you're too slow then you might get crushed Or bite the dust, bite the dust, bite the dust
[Afrika] Mega bucks in armoured trucks falling out the sky
"I'll be getting money till the day that I die"
[Mike G] You ask why we stay fly
"I'll be getting money till the day that I die" [repeat to fade]
10th round, And still catching that beat down So I retreat back to my old stomping ground, Regroup and lounge, Put on a couple of pounds, And make plans to create the raw, homegrown sounds Without love and support, I might come up short, But I dare not resort, to the low-life sport Young bucks nowadays, Even kids my own age, Making front page By getting locked in the cage Pumping, self-destruction And self-reduction Souls get sucked into the evil corruption The odds are against me And the world won't present to me Bad thoughts on my mind But I won't let it tempt me Organized confusion, negative illusion I throw up my guard to combat intrusion
Say what say what say what
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue)
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue)
Now if I worry to much about all my have nots I might not recoginize just what I've got I've got control of my soul and I gotta firm hold And if I keep on holding, I'ma reach my goals When I'm walking through the streets I see all sorts, BIG wasn't lying about them drugs and sports Gotta keep my head up and everything is alright Cuz if I want to get this cash, I got to be game tight Baby girl is at home and she's screaming "Daddy" Momma don't know, just might think I'm out pimping in a nice caddy, But it ain't like that Trying to keep that rogue status up off my back So when the loot come through, I do what I gotta do, Cuz indeed I'm Jungle Brother, just to stay true blue.
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue)
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue)
(The JBeez, The JBeez...)
Ya For all my peoples out there, in the NYC JBeez is the initial, got to keep it official, Ripping up the game plan, and send it off like a missile Business is intact, now we come back strapped So if something go down, we rearrange contracts Coming bite and exact To take your mental out the shack Dunk your cookie in my milk And let it soak in my rap On the mic I talk about the blight To reach new heights Put up a fight with everything in sight That blocks my light Label my generation X marks the spot We make it hot We don't stop To bust back, we just keep Busting the (Blam blam) Bulletproof brain cells The name spells out success That will remind you of the place where the JBeez rest
Stay black and rhyming Till the day that I'm dieing Death defying Shaky eyeing And God I'm relying Test up my import, make a million or more Keep the radio rocking, fill up the dance floor When we come to the jam No glissening gimmicks Break it off on your right See my style has no limits Handle BI like a true blue jungle GI Make the ladies reply with the wink of an eye Rhyme writing, counter lighting Emcees like this make hits for competition Like slitting your wrists Each sequel's so lethal That no other can equal Spark it up for the jam But rock it on for the people
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue)
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue)
Jungle Brother, JB for short. A bite a bit my rhyme and we almost fort. But since he was a brother I thought that'd be wrong. So I let him go, I let him run along. (Run along) I write rhymes like I come from New York City. My Dj spin the music down to the nitty gritty. When the downstairs funky five days a week. Searching and seeking for the Baby Bam beat. The Afrikan rap that comes from within us. Brothers heard about it now they wish they could've been us. We did an album with no problem. No we working on another with another Jungle Brother. (Me) Q-tip, his name, he's into business, not into games So Q-tip when the light turns green, grab your bone and show them what I mean.
My bone is grabbed, this is what I mean. I brag a grab, and here's the scene. Q-tip, (Q-tip) from a Tribe Called Quest, Saw the Jungle Brother's album, oh yes. So get the ducats it's coming out soon. A month after March, two before June, It's nice. With Ali Shaheed Mohammed, my Dj who Is real dominant. (Mohammed, Mohammed) He and I form the funky Tribe. If you want to get with it, just feel the vibe. (Feel the vibe) Me and Ali are extremely radiant. And to be heard like the horn of Gideon.
Get it? If not you're a goner. Get wise or get something, cause your going to want to. Lamp, after you hear from me. The Tip from Quest my Dj's Ali. Say it from the Catskills, to the Soho. Listen to the words they say on the Promo. To the bewildered, Let it be said. I'll mix you up more like DJ Red So Mike G, when the light turns red, Don't stop, proceed ahead.
Go on with your, Go on with your, Go on with your, Bad self. Well, I'm going (Where?) Straight to the treetop. Eating crazy fruit, so I can't stop. Squating here, listen to the LP. Straight Out The Jungle from the JBs. Baby Bam beat keeps the bass bottom bouncing. Suckers littering, girls ouncing, Women inching, girls pinching. Run to the record store to see if (???) is in. Remixes, outfixes, we write it, you like it. Rap music, house music. No matter what it is, the JBs can do it.
Oh ya, (etc.) It's coming (x4) How much is it? 5.99? ahh just bring a 20, bring a twenty. At the sound of the ring The Promo will end, peace.
A: Yeah, uh huh because I got it like that, uh huh Because I got it like that, wooh, uh huh Because I got it like that G: Like how? A: Like that
Verse 1: Afrika, Mike G
Dancin' on the dance floor Girl, it's you that I adore Step on stage, you scream for more Afrika got rhymes galore Snap my fingers, make you mine If not, I'll snap a second time After that, I guarantee You will be standing next to me Left or right side, take your pick But girl, you've got to make it quick Baby, baby, baby I know I drive you crazy
MC's know me as Mike G Girls hold on to me tightly Warm personality That's why they get close to me Try their best to drive me wild Say they want to bear my child I go away, they say, "Come back" Why? Why? Because I got it like that
Chorus:
A: Yeah, uh huh G: Because I got it like that A: Yeah, uh huh G: Because I got it like that A: A ha ha, uh huh G: Because I got it like that A: Like how? G: Like that
Verse 2: Afrika, Mike G
No problem, (why?) because I got it like that A Baby Bam beat and an African rap My partner by my side, Sammy B is on the cut Your DJs chilly chill, but hey, so what? Nuggets in my pocket, wine in my hand I got it like that, but you still don't understand It comes to me natural, it comes to me easy I just lay back and let the big beat lead me I never work a day in my life Single jungle brother, no kids, no wife 100,000 rhymes from one band, that's many But back where I come from, they ain't worth a penny You've got a lot of talent, but you fail to see You paid for yours, I got mine for free
Play in the rain and don't get wet Walk through the desert and don't even sweat Play in the snow and don't get cold I'm just a cool young brother who looks kinda old Run around the word, schoolin' the sound If I commit a crime, I get caught, I slide. I've got ladies uptown and money on the floor There's not a thing in the world that I'm askin' for
Chorus 2:
A: Wooh, uh huh G: Because I got it like that You wanna know why, brother? Because I got it like that A: Uh huh G: I ain't jokin', I ain't playin', it's just my brother I got it like that A: A ha ha
Verse 3: Afrika
Used to be a player, couldn't be trusted But still in all, I never got busted A girl in every part of New York City I thought it was fun, it used to look witty I had it all spread out, even one next door I had it like that, so what ya askin' for? 4 to 5, you see, was my minimum And every day, I used to go and get with 'em One for every hour on the hour One on the way while I was in the shower It sounds kinda crazy, it sounds kinda bold But you see, Afrika was the one they loved So you see, it got to a point where they didn't care They didn't wanna give me up, so they agreed to share
Chorus 3:
A: Because I got it like that G: I hear you, brother, word A: Because I got it like that G: Man, you's one baaaaaad jungle brother A: Like that Like that
Outro:
A: Uh, wooh, Sammy B, B, you got it like that I know you got it like that Yo Mike G from the Jungle Brothers, man New Orleans got it like that New York City got it like that Los Angeles got it like that Cleveland got it like that Let me see, who else got it like that? G: Detroit A: Who? G: Detroit A: Man, yeah, Atlanta got it like that Philadelphia got it like that Texas got it like that, let me see Somebody else got it like that G: D.C. A: Yea, D.C., D.C. got it like that Boston, Miami, I know you got it like that, Miami G: Word A: Word up, yo, I'm outta here, you know why? Both: BECAUSE I GOT IT LIKE THAT
Now, I won't say that I'm a ladies lover But if I was, you'd be under my cover And not only that, you'd be under my wing And me and you'd be doin' the nasty thing Whenever you're ready, we can go steady You can be my baby and I can be your teddy It's cold out there, but it's warm in here I know you have another lover, but I do not care
Verse 2: Mike G
Now, behind my bush, there's only room for two Jimmy and Jane, that's me and you Doin' it right 'til the morning light A ittle moan and groan after some fuss and fight Jungle love is all that I'm givin Jungle life is all that I'm livin Girl, I'm-a do ya the best I can Lettin' you know I'm your jungle man You can't front it off, you know it's gonna get ya I'm doin' this (where?) live from Africa
Verse 3: Afrika
I want to be your hero I want to be your man I want to love you every moment I can I want to take you back to the motherland And listen to the sounds of a steel-drum band Climb up a tree, just you and me 'Cause that's the way that I want it to be Feel the breeze, put your mind at ease See the pretty birds and the chimpanzees After that, we'd step down to my hut And together, we'd split up a coconut Watch the sun set, watch the moon rise And then I'd proceed to make your nature rise
Verse 4: Mike G
I'll be your caveman, I'll be a brave man But most of all, I'll be a gentle man Your magic man, alakazam I put a spell on you that you can not stand Sweat and want you, it will surely taunt you To do what you want to do And that shall take me behind the bush and do me, baby
Jungle Brothers on the run y'all, Jungle Brothers on the run, (x2) JBeez on the Run, JBeez on the run.(x2)
Come on Oh, I run so much, you would think I'm a bandit. (Why?) You know why because I keep standing at it. Move so much, I often lose my shadow. Don't know where, but I know I got to go. Meet somebody at a quarter to eight. I'm a Scooby Do so I don't be late. If I take my vine, I'll make it on time, and if not, they'll be on my behind. I get there late, but better later than never. And when I get there, whatever is clever. I won't be stopped by a chick or a cop You know what I'm saying? I know what you're saying.
{chorus} (I can't stop) Cause I'm (On the Run)
(I can't stop) Cause I'm, cause I'm, cause I'm, cause I'm (On the run) {end of chorus}
Some people say that I'm living inside the fast lane. Some people say that I'm going insane. Yesterday, I called my mother up on the phone. (hello?) She said, "Son when are you coming home? How many places do you have to go? Tell me please 'cause I'd like to know." I haven't seen my brothers in a year or two. They're anxious to know what I'm going through. My father wants 'em to know how I'm taking care of myself. He hasn't seen me since December 12th. My grandmother hasn't seen me since the eighth, and she wants to know if I'm keeping the faith. Nanny, Nanny, Granny, Granny, Please don't hit me on my fanny. Tell Grandpa that I said Hi, I gotta go, see ya later, good bye.
{chorus}
Stop! Hold it! Freeze! Now! Uh-huh, oh yeah. . . I'm gonna get cha. . .
No time to waste, no time to spare Just enough time to comb my hair. Get myself dressed and on the run. You're anti us and into sun. Ride the vine and drink to tree In and out of every part of New York City Kangaroos on my tail, but that's ok. I'm doing 90 and a great ok Working at a job that never gets done. Can't stop now cause I'm (On the run)
Now I know why my girl be bugging (Why?) Because I'm not there to give her that loving. Say I'll be there, but I'm always late. Before I wind up in another state. For Summer two weeks, I was got to move While I'm getting paid, she's singing the blues. In a way I'm wrong and in a way I'm right. It's a part of making money for my dinner at night. I tried to tell her she's ~Hold it! Hold it! Hold up, Cops coming buddy. Come on man! Tried to tell her it's a jungle thing, I'm a jungle man, I got to swing. ~Come on, yo Sam start the car. ~We out of here.
(On the run) (Watch me now, on the run, watch me now)(x5)