Jungle Brothers

"I'll be getting money till the day that I die"

[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]

(The JBeez, the JBeez...)

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)

Every day, all day, it goes down like this

(The JBeez, the JBeez...)

(Word up)

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.

Intro:

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

Verse 1: Afrika

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)