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Sexy lover smokin' with passion
step to the front if you wanna see the action glance at the mic should I rock my style it's been a long time since I got buck wild sometimes I feel lost in the sauce when it comes down to who's the boss am I being too soft feenin' for your love and your special attention trying to get you to look in my direction eh you 'bout straight, put a cake in your oven got to see me to get the good lovin' wanna get the chance to sex and romance ya on the dance floor, yeah you want more I'm wit your girlfriends on the weekend I give you all types of freakin' now you tell me you're leavin' girl get a grip cause I'm hittin' all angles you know how the game goes you gon' feel shamefull When you had it, you didn't want it now you ain't got it, so you want it back when you had it, you didn't want it now you ain't got it, so you want it back (you don't want this) when you had it, you didn't want it now you ain't got it, so you want it back (you want that) when you had it, you didn't want it now you ain't got it, so you want it back Spotlight game tight every night new sights who would ever think life could be so nice everything's love til you find out the price you're saying you're sick of the same routine can't serperate life from a floor style dream you wanna take a look split from the scenes when you thought you got a grip it's true you lost steam kick start strain but you can't find step in your place is a stud with a bit more pep little less rep secret well kept aid her when you need every night you slept heard it all before can't beleive it came true hard to see what a good party'll do what ya gon' do listen to your crew shoulda took a better look at who's sleeping with you When you had it, you didn't want it now you ain't got it, so you want it back when you had it, you didn't want it now you ain't got it, so you want it back when you had it, you didn't want it now you ain't got it, so you want it back when you had it, you didn't want it now you ain't got it, so you want it back Everytime I turn around you're lookin' for somethin' new talkin' 'bout who got to find something else to do who you wit' and what you want is just a fantasy that's why I keep tellin' you your ass need to be with me You know what I'm sayin' that's what you want... When you had it, you didn't want it now you ain't got it, so you want it back when you had it, you didn't want it now you ain't got it, so you want it back when you had it, you didn't want it now you ain't got it, so you want it back when you had it, you didn't want it now you ain't got it, so you want it back |
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from Jungle Brothers - Done By The Forces Of Nature (1989)
"Breakdown..."
Round and round, upside down Living my live underneath the ground Never heard of and hardly seen A whole lot of talk about the Red, Black and Green So dirty you didn't wanna deal with it So funky you didn't wanna got with it But that's alright, no problem, cool Sent to the Earth to educate the fool Waiting around for my shell to crack After that you can't hold me back Looking out for the danger signs Jungle Bros bringing forth a change in times Left, right, some ask from which angle Straight up the middle, reality's the riddle Sending a message to the old and young Confused about where I come from What planet? What channel? What station? AfriKa from the Zulu Nation... Confused, no landing, no understanding But I knew not to give what life was demanding Found a new tab, thought I'd take a grab Tired of brothers who feign to backstab Beating a bigger drum, better days will come And if they don't come, I'll get up and make some First you crawl before you walk First you think before you talk I found in life that you wear a hard hat Protect your mind and bad things will stay back Vultures flocking around on corners Snakes slide through our law and order Years slip away and I get older Leaves hit the ground and it gets colder My heart pumps faster so I get bolder That's when I ask my brother to...take over! My mellow, Uncle Sam! (Ladies and gentlemen, live from the Planet Rock we have the J.Beeeeees...) You see some listen but still don't hear Some seem far but are real near I climb a mountain to reach a kingdom And if they're willing, sure I'll bring them Think to the needy and then to the greedy Rely on the heaven and earth to feed me Move to the motions of the moon (Take out your shades!) Cause the sun comes soon To plan my day I look at the sky I see rain and I still ask why... Broke the airwaves, trying to make waves Finally came through but came in mono Frequencies I kept on fighting Satelliting what I was writing Three years, finally got through Came through in stereo... So hello everybody and how ya'll doing? We gonna say a few words and keep on stepping People watching to see what we would do Live on air you heard us say to you: The city's a jungle and we are the brothers This so-called King Of The Jungle will run for cover All of your minds have been set into a trance So instead of fighting out our problems... We order ya'll to dance! |
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from Jungle Brothers - Done By The Forces Of Nature (1989)
(Afrika)
Zigga-one, zigga-two, zigga-three, zigga-and.. Mindin' my business, hangin' on the scene Kangaroos rolled by - but I was clean ?? got my tiger skin suit Hair braided up and my Jungle Brother boots Hopped on the vine and swung through the city Today's your day, said the neighborhood gypsy Kept on jumpin to the other side of town The place where I want to go to get down Jam-packed and one green light Not a crumb or crack and I'm feelin alright (Mike G) ?? vibe and all systems go (uh-huh) Packin my gear, headin for the next show (yeah) Coolin on the stoop, waitin for my ride My man Keith steps to my side Chris pulls up, Uncle Sam next to him (uh-huh) I step to the curb he says, "C'mon, get in!" Grandma waved as Chris hits the gas (yeah) My hat flew off and Keith just laughed Afrika's with Sam, holdin on to his seat As Sam does ninety to a new Bush beat Arrive to the show with no time to spare Check in the mirror run my hand through my hair Offered drinks and drugs, to get me high I put my hands in my pocket and passed them by (Afrika) Well uhh, ahh-ooooh - I stretched out and yawned Brushed my teeth then I carried on Got myself dressed and off to work I got there early, the boss was happy "Hey, good mornin Afrika Let me show ya the surprise that I have for ya" Pulled out a check and read out raise And I be cold vacationed for 60 days 60 days, layin in the shade And on top of that I'm stone cold paid Packed the trunk of clothes and funk Jumped on the plane, now what's my name? Honey child, you can't tell me nothin Out in the Motherland for two whole months and WHOO! Feelin alright Uh-huh, feelin alright.. {*Afrika scats*} (Mike G) Home from the show and I'm layin back Pulled an old school tape from out my rack Tall glass of AJ and a real soft seat As Pow-Wow rocks a rhyme to Billy Squire, Big Beat Cool C recalls of the crowd sayin YEAH As many hands were thrown up in the air I've got a fine memory of a very fine night Can't sleep a wink cause I'm feelin alright! {*Afrika scats*} (Afrika) Feelin alright, feelin alright, yeah yeah Feelin alright, feelin alright.. *scat* Feelin alright, feelin alright *scat* Feelin alright, feelin alright *scats to near end* Feelin alright, feelin alright, yeah yeah Feelin alright, feelin alright, yeah yeah {*fades out*} |
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from Jungle Brothers - Done By The Forces Of Nature (1989)
Ahhhhh...
WJBS, on your radio dial With the morning of the fox, that rocks the box Expect sunshine today! For yesterday's rain has faded far away Now we seek a brand new day, a brand new way Learn my brothers and sisters, learn (Mike G) Nighttime fades away, on to the next day The weatherman predicts a clear sunny Saturday Relax laid back and feelin the cool breeze Positive vibes in sauce and the melodies Gather my leaves and all my minerals Fix myself a bowl of vegetables Ice cold water and chopped up fruits Gonna be a long day so I throw on my boots Stretch out my hut and beyond the sun rises Clouds gather round and suddenly hides it Doubled back cause it started pourin Children scared of the thunder roarin Given the light but now there's darkness Started with intelligence, now there's ignorance Negative vibes now I don't feel right I want my sunshine, I want my sunlight Same old story, over and over Somebody tryin to take knowledge over So I fight back with a native dance Sing my song and chant my chants |
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(feat. Vinia Mojica)
You don't know who you are Look back into your past, brother Look back into your past, sister Look back into your past, sister Look back into your past, brother [Afrika] My forefather was a king He wore fat gold chains and fat ruby rings Nobody believes this to be true Maybe it's because my eyes ain't blue You ain't gonna find it in your history book Come here, young blood, and take a look Dig down deep inside this hard cover Don't you know you was bought, brother All you read about is slavery Never about the black man's bravery You look at the pictures and all they show is Afrikan people with bones in their noses That ain't true, that's a lie You didn't get that from my lemon pie [Mike G] Yeah, I cut class, I got a D Cause History meant nothing to me Except a definite nap That's why I always sat in the back I'd talk to girls or write a rhyme Cause I didn't know (all times are black man's times) When I was young my mama told me stories Of black peoples' fight to bring us glory I used to think these were stories to put me to sleep But now I know mama's talk wasn't cheap I know Afrika's for Afrikans And history's the blood of every woman and man "Now I begin another search, the incredibly involved The incredibly difficult and incredibly frustrating search Trying to pull together the history of a people" [Afrika] Page one, page two, page three And still no signs of me Yeah, so I looked into the table of contents They wrote a little thing about us in the projects Only history we make is if we kill somebody Rape somebody, but other than that we're nobody Speaking like a Brother living in the Jungle I know I was here first but I remain humble [Mike G] Now it's time to rekindle the fire A tribe of young brothers with the eye of the tiger [Afrika] Acknowledge your own, we have a home Put on this earth to live and roam [Mike G] Christopher chose to explore DISCOVERED AMERICA! Yeah, sure [Afrika] He thought the planet was square Travelled many places, we already had been there We left tracks, backtrack back First civilisation, you know where that was found at Looking for the true black days of glory That's history, that's his story [Vinia Mojica x4] The red's for the blood and the black's for the man The green is the colour that stands for the land |
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from Jungle Brothers - Done By The Forces Of Nature (1989)
"Just listen, Don't do it, Pay attention, Here we go"
Ahhh! Pleasant day in Egypt, I say Say, what is this? (Afrika) A tisket, a tasket I wonder what's in that basket Sweet Daddy strolled by and said haven't you seen here? That right there is Belly Dancin Dina Now I'm all junglistcally horny Desperate to see this fine young lady Toot, toot, toot, pulled out my flute Yeah, she was so cute I said I like the way you move around Do you wanna get down? I wanted to take her home with me Behind the bush and up my tree So I blowed and blowed and I kept on blowing Hey, wait a minute, baby! Where you going? (Mike G) Dina! Never should have seen her Hooked by her look now I feel like I need her Body so pure, she's shaped like an hourglass As I turned around I peeped out her megablast I needed acquaintance cause I had no patience Drugged (by her bellybutton?) no, by her radiance The hips did dips so I did flips The pucker of her lips could sink battleships The basket's glowing from the diamonds' glitter If I only had it in me to go get with her The moment I got it I needed a casket Cause she blew me a kiss and jumped back in the basket (Hook) Belly Dancin Dina! Boy, you should have seen her The way she moved her body All across the dance floor Tore me all apart, straight to my heart And it was nothing but a freaky art (Kool DJ Red Alert) Live from 113th Street and Seventh Avenue Straight out the pyramid, we gon bring to you The live one they call Belly Dancin Dina! (Afrika) Well, today's the day, hooray hooray Yippee yie yo, yippee yie yie yay Everybody's waiting for her to arrive Oooh, she makes my nature rise All dressed up in her sparkling clothing I might pass out when that basket opens Ordinarily I'm not the kind who fiends Could it be her cute little finger tambourines? I don't know but it's making me hard (How hard?) Harder by the yard Thousands of brothers had congregated Stone boom, waited and waited They came in peace, they paid their funds (Kool DJ Red Alert) OK, Y'ALL HERE SHE COMES! (Mike G) I've got to go get her (Word?) And if you got bananas I'll be glad to betcha Push back my chair to walk across the floor As I got closer her body shook more My eyes were set on her jelly-like belly And if I'm dreaming don't nobody tell me People started standing, I started losing sight And I was really feeling like this was my night I dipped to one side and then to another Ahh, I see Dina! Oooh, my brother I made a quick to dash to put my hands on Poof! Dina was gone... (Afrika) And when she disappeared to no one knows All she left behind were her silky clothes Smelled the smell of her sweet perfume Heard a voice say: "I'll be back real soon" Say, say, where you going? (Hook) Belly Dancin Dina! Boy, you should have seen her The way she moved her body All across the dance floor Tore me all apart, straight to my heart And it was nothing but a freaky art |
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from Jungle Brothers - Done By The Forces Of Nature (1989)
Black Woman, mother of my earth
Black Woman, you gave me birth You can truly see what's in me You can help me be the best that I can be You feed my fire when I'm on the wire Keepin' me calm when it's gettin' higher Sweet like sugar and hot like wine Always keepin' ya on my mind Givin' my life a new light to reach for Givin' me so much how could I ask for more Keepin' us tight when we're gettin' loose The darker the berry, the sweeter the juice Black Woman You started off just a little girl Given the power to change the world And though some of your ways to man are odd You are the proof that there is a God Black Woman ya are the mother of all Black Woman ya stand so firm and tall And as you aged mind body and soul You became more beautiful You are the Future you are the Wisdom The Wisdom that the evil Forces tried to hide But no longer will you be hidden In my Jungle you always will exist Your wish is my command Yo command is my wish And the job of the Man is to respect And protect be fruitful and multiply Honor and love love and honor Until the Day She Dies Black Woman Love - the woman's weapon With every great man there's a woman behind him Her womb is the chamber that produces life Her breast provides the nutrition for growth A guardian angel in the flesh Representin' the man that watches over us both Sent from the Heavens and the skies above Black Woman it's you that I love You are the Moon that I reach for There's no doubt in my mind that it's you I adore Sent from the Heavens and the skies above Black Woman it's you that I love |
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from Jungle Brothers - Done By The Forces Of Nature (1989)
[maceo]
Me, plug three, the one they call baby huey The one that gets all the money (all the money) Yeah, that's right [dove] A fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tang A little something called doing our own thang Breaking the beat others wished they broke Bassline so dope that you just might choke Don't bite off something that you can't chew And don't trail behind when I'm coming through Fronting the feel that you really can't feel Cause you're trying to feel what's on my reel to reel [q-tip] A tree is growing Can't you see what I see? a white blue fruit to boot We count to ten before we pass the crews, now that's family Equipped with the brothers and the sisters and the sisters and the brothers And all others, with the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs It's the life of riley, I'm really ready Gazing at the dollar fill of rap The cool june bugs, the wicks, the wacks Praise the rhythms for what it beez And praise the lord for the jb's We're doing our own thang (repeat 4x) [posdnuos] Isn't it cool when you cut your hair And the blood is red instead of sellout green This is not the music for an r&b mind This is flower intertwined with a vine (in other words this is rose) You see what I mean? or see what grandpa bam saw Funk we transmit is unstable One condition if I am able to say (yes you may) well hey, let's get on with it Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted Out the vents of hecklers and fans Either which way they all hop on the van The band, the band, here comes the band The tribe of fingers all on one hand Me, myself, and I are dark Monie love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark [monie love] Sister monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to london Residing with my brothers and I learned a lot from them About the group, how to be smooth and play funky And sometimes rated it's kind of funky, but it's cool For we are beyond the stereotypes Coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype Rocking on and off beat, and I do believe I'm right (you're right) Am I wrong? (yeah, son) Don't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying With the brothers jungle, soul, and the tribe I'm saying Funky funky rhymes that always stay in swing I believe we doing our own thing We're doing our own thang (repeat 4x) [afrika] Well my family sets all the trends From soul to soul, large to loose ends ? and I all my groups like kill? (cause that's where the money's at) Yeah, the industry's filled with copycats R&b mixed with sloppy raps Tribes like us always open doors But what for, so you can get yours? You ain't in to it, all you want is profit So I ask you please to stop it Leave me alone, get off my bone Cause I'm doing my own... [mike g] A new seed, a new breed A new man you to feed the greed A new pair of boots for a new piece of butt Sweet daddy are you there? (sammy b is on the cut!) Spinning back for a rap that's laid back Read to kic back, those get no slack I may rock a rhyme or I may start to sing But still, I'm doing my own thing [dove] In comes the mood of jungle and daisies Play the same and let the vibes grace me All hold hands and let's walk about And form a cirlce and talk about Don't follow the path that we're stepping Truth to the soul is what I'm cramming Reasons for this is that the family's strong And like bob marley said we're jammin Seeing is beliving, so see and believe And let the groove of the new proceed A whole bunch of love, peace signs, and fun So let's do what's got to be done, you know? |
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from Jungle Brothers - Raw Deluxe (2004)
(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...) |
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"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] |
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from Jungle Brothers - Raw Deluxe (2004)
(check me out)
(check it out, yo) (etc...) I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain {Mike G} Explanation of the funk essential trapped in my brain, Couldn't do it, make me wonder how a world maintain Got emcees frontin total masquerade Screamin toast had to touch them up with my blade Cut is caught brothers still fallin to this day And all is face say why'd have to be this way? Five 'cent is the culture Make me pop you like a vulture Amplify my mic and let the rhyme take the clutcher The rains of thr rhythms with some boom boom cat Not enough to break your back, just so you react. My counteract's my counterpart Takin your heart You made a move to pull my plug now that ass got sparked All I seeing and knowing is my business and I divide to multiply And give thanks to most high 24/7 brothers got to make a living Overcome the odds is the only decision Cast like my pawn with your third eye vision Slip up in the brain raise a sharp incision Streets full of clowns trying to rob your part When the herb come knocking send them home with a not I got my house pumped Crunch a problem with my luck Coming soft to the hole and get your whole game stuffed As we sway the dance halls from heaven to hell, As the sun do shine, JBeez rock well. I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain Yo dig it, I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain {Afrika} Cut you short and escort you to my innermost thoughts Dreams of fighting for my freedom in the most high courts But jump shots get blocked and dreams get shatterred and when the day turns night, souls get bruised and batterred. Cheap labor for a favor from your cotton picking neighbor, Got to work your ass off just to show you got flavor, Life savers won't help you when your breaking your back And Uncle Sam keep talking about rasing his tax I look at heaven and see myself rolling in seven or eleven So I can recoup this suit that I'm spending Pray to god with divine intervention all my life Repent for my sins because I don't want strife Release from contracts to make new contacts The game gets played but still remains the facts That I got to wake up and see the brood of charades 'Cause I'm still living in the modern age slave trade Rapping on holy water, Looking for divine order Life goes on, but still the rhyme gets shorter Seal my fate, there's no escape But still I'm straight, I'm back on track, shaking off the dead weight The time has come, for me to free my soul Grab hold of my heart and take full control 'Cause no matter what happens when times get hard, I still stand my ground and use the force of God I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain Yo dig it, I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain {Sammy B} I'm about to shine like a dime, It's time to give me mine, My props, casue I'm about to take you to the top, Non-stop with the body rock I make you forget about your seat and start smiling Brothers buckwilding And JBeez is always styling We bring the raw, The real hardcore, Giving you more than what you bargained for Son, so your ass is best to run when You see me coming I'm taking it back to the essence, Soul tracks I'm blessing Pass the mic over here, So I can test it, Check one check two, We's about to set it, when the Brothers rock the party, you'll never forget it, 'Cause I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain Yo dig it, I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, I couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, I couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain |
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from Jungle Brothers - Raw Deluxe (2004)
How ya want it we got it [oh yeah!] (x4)
{dove} Hey mr. africa [what] This joint is headed Man I'm glad that beef is debted I jolt the bullet quick Out of the fifty-one six To hear my sammy on the mix [aight] We flipped the belt I felt the rubber burnin' See I was yearnin' for the moment Man opponents couldn't stop me When I first heard ac/dc I had to get a copy. Now I'm swole Who try to patrol my family Your fantasy back in the day was to be native But now your sh-t's sedated I bring the doctor, I'm a for the remedy But some pretend to be A bit seditty Your atittude is sh-tty I'm getting downright grimy and grity Introducin' to the scene is mike giggy {mike g} Yo, we sling the raw through the airwaves, We make you wanna misbehave We gotcha hooked Like the rhythm and the slaves So catch a phase of the craze Noddin' heads for days He's acting stingy with the level And he spreads in many ways So if you want to test the effervesce Come along and be my guest Yo, 'cause jungle brothers in the house {dove} And de la's in the house {q-tip} And q-tip from a tribe called quest Ya ya ya ya You wanna all it, Y'know cause I could give it all night n-gga And make ya last mike gigger, Africa, sammy b, the jbeez Straight out the jungle With the natural remedy I'm reppin' We lettin' off joints at this section The steppin' Rhymes, turntables and beats are lethal weapons And the essence You know we got alot like constock The native tongues are here with that brew for your heart We're makin' ample usage of the times that we see Tell us how you want it, and we bring the strategy So, How ya want it, we got it [oh yeah!](x4) {posdnous} Now imported from the planet of dope sh-t Be the native tongue Rocka one plug infinite dot com Getcha tail hooked in the thoughts Don perry on free Back where ladies love to hear the emcee We be The neccessary realism While you be Chicken lo mein stream baby, What? place it in your gut. Guaranteed. we in the lead to run rap [ya] Just hand over the deed {africa} Now ya heard about, read about Be apart of it don't front Now i'ma play ya like the government And give ya what I think ya want: That native river To make ya rock with one another Cause in my eyes, I consider us all sisters and brothers So to the table I bring Fat jams to make ya sing Cause I'm starvin', I haven't had nothing like this Since doin' our own dang So be ya p, is it ready? To flip ya pattern of speech Cause I thinks There's heads out there we still need to reach {dove} True, yo this joint is crazy Get's the lazy out of Hey yo mikey how ya figure? I wouldn't wanna catch cold. {mike g} This joint is wisdom, kid. {dove} And be emcee I'm out to get old I seek the blessed the drum pattern From brand new to tatterred and torn This place is jimmy crack corn My sh-ts mazola Your style's kiddy like crayola Jbeez be the top dola I mean dollar Study the e-m-c-e-es to remain the rhyme scholars Now, How ya want it we got it [oh yeah!] (x2) {africa} Record shop nine to five With the raw deluxe Jungle brother africa - I got the native tongue touch Verbal grammar - comin' atcha like a black panther Check the sampler The microphone man handler! Crowd controller Yes we gotcha open, gotcha ampler Shootin' the gift like saint nick, the black santa [he's checkin' his list] say what? [he's checkin' it twice] ya! You ain't gettin' sh-t If they naughty if ya nice So come down the chimney Brothers the vicinity Lock down ya block nonstop with the remedy {posdnous} Similiar to water out the clouds I'm here to reign supreme Self-esteem lower than Them rides in cali Is the reason why these n-ggas Rally around the bull sh-t Rubber duck, you can't bull sh-t Occupy world-wide With frontings all the misses These womans don't love us so we forced to talk to b-tches Tryin to ease up in the rises Sayin' I like the way you stylin' Let me in the passenger while you play the pilot. Listen baby doll [doll] Recites is a peeper Hair fully wooly but you mental's six ether And I don't live that. So step up top And watch the native tongues lick the crop for the cream |
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from Jungle Brothers - Raw Deluxe (2004)
(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...) |
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from Jungle Brothers - Straight Out The Jungle (2003)
Now from A Tribe Called Quest
And i'm here tonight with The Jungle Brothers And we're about to get into this thing called Black is Black is Black is Black Yeah, uh-huh! aah, baby! Said yeah! ah hah! Black is Black is Black is Black In America today, i have to regret to say Something, Something is not right And it deals with Black and White Tell me Mike G is it me? Nah, it's just society Filled with propagander, Huh! Why do we meander, Huh? In a zone with hate for peace All of this B.S must cease All i am is one Black man In a mighty big White hand Brother Brother, Sister Sister If you're Miss or if you're Mister Listen please to this fact Black is Black is Black is Black Black is Black is Black is Black Black is Black is Black is Black Way back when in '68 When brothers didn't have it great They fought back with civil rights That scarred the soul, it took the sight The common foe you plainly see On the streets or on T.V Segregation was the king Vietnam was full in swing Martin Luther had to shout "Let's get out, get out, get out!" The situation sort of changed But what really makes matters strange Is our foe is well disguised We don't know where our fate lies Still and all we cannot lack The fact that Black is Black is Black Black is Black is Black is Black Black is Black is Black is Black Judged by both my race and colour Don't you know we need each other? I need you and you need me And if not now you soon will see My light complexion has no meaning If you think so you're still dreaming Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up There's no time for us to break up Black is Black not Blue or Purple Being Black is like a circle Round and round we all will go Where we end up i don't know Listen to me if you will Your fantasies will get you killed Reality is what is real Reality is Black is Black I try, try to tell my people We all are one, created equal Before we master, we must plan Is that so hard to understand? Today's the day we get together To try to change and make things better If not where will we be tomorrow? Drowning in the pool of sorrow Daylight shines but still few see That we must fight for unity In a picture that's fixed as Black and White Why's it both that have to fight? Uplift the race, uplift the race See my soul and not my face All for one and one for all Black is Black, That's right y'all |
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from Jungle Brothers - Straight Out The Jungle (2003)
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) |
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from Jungle Brothers - Straight Out The Jungle (2003)
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 |
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from Jungle Brothers - Straight Out The Jungle (2003)
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 |
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from Jungle Brothers - Straight Out The Jungle (2003)
(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. |
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You wanna get with us because we got it goin on [x4]
Check it out I'm rollin Steady strollin The microphone is on Yo let me hold it Comin to the spot Get it hot Tell em turn it up So I can rock The beats, the rhymes, they all in place We wanna show you what we gonna do in the place Hold it down Hold it down with the crown Jungle Brothers giving you that funky sound All styles, no matter what you like We bring it to you, everyday be on the mic Strike back Find out where we at Comin to you live YO [chorus 1] We in the vip Yeah yeah [x3] We in the vip Won't you come see me [chorus 2] Like this (like this) Like that (like that) [x4] My only grandfather DJ Afrika Bambaata Sat me down and told me that I had to have a lotta Soul and control when the microphone is on Pregnate the rhythms and the words will be born Take em all back with an old-school twist But make sure you do it to them just like this Take em to the east Take em to the west Take em to the north, south Yo you know the rest Mike G where you at? And we comin from the back The beat sounds phat And we like it like that The rhyme is on time and we cuttin no slack We in the VIP cause we got it like that So let's take em back with that old-school twist But make sure we do it to them just like this Take em to the east Take em to the west Take em to the north, south Yo you know the rest [chorus 1] My name is Baby Bam Turn out the jam If you ain't got the fifty grand Dont even think about it man We in the vip All the drinks is on me This is my party I thought everything was free We in the VIP [x4] [chorus 1] We in the VIP Yeah yeah Yeah yeah We in the VIP Yeah yeah Wont you come see me [x2] You wanna get with us because we got it goin on [x8] We in the VIP Yeah yeah We in the VIP Yeah yeah We in the VIP Yeah yeah We in the VIP [repeat to fade] |
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from Jungle Brothers - Double Plays (2006)
(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...) |
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"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] |
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(check me out)
(check it out, yo) (etc...) I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain {Mike G} Explanation of the funk essential trapped in my brain, Couldn't do it, make me wonder how a world maintain Got emcees frontin total masquerade Screamin toast had to touch them up with my blade Cut is caught brothers still fallin to this day And all is face say why'd have to be this way? Five 'cent is the culture Make me pop you like a vulture Amplify my mic and let the rhyme take the clutcher The rains of thr rhythms with some boom boom cat Not enough to break your back, just so you react. My counteract's my counterpart Takin your heart You made a move to pull my plug now that ass got sparked All I seeing and knowing is my business and I divide to multiply And give thanks to most high 24/7 brothers got to make a living Overcome the odds is the only decision Cast like my pawn with your third eye vision Slip up in the brain raise a sharp incision Streets full of clowns trying to rob your part When the herb come knocking send them home with a not I got my house pumped Crunch a problem with my luck Coming soft to the hole and get your whole game stuffed As we sway the dance halls from heaven to hell, As the sun do shine, JBeez rock well. I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain Yo dig it, I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain {Afrika} Cut you short and escort you to my innermost thoughts Dreams of fighting for my freedom in the most high courts But jump shots get blocked and dreams get shatterred and when the day turns night, souls get bruised and batterred. Cheap labor for a favor from your cotton picking neighbor, Got to work your ass off just to show you got flavor, Life savers won't help you when your breaking your back And Uncle Sam keep talking about rasing his tax I look at heaven and see myself rolling in seven or eleven So I can recoup this suit that I'm spending Pray to god with divine intervention all my life Repent for my sins because I don't want strife Release from contracts to make new contacts The game gets played but still remains the facts That I got to wake up and see the brood of charades 'Cause I'm still living in the modern age slave trade Rapping on holy water, Looking for divine order Life goes on, but still the rhyme gets shorter Seal my fate, there's no escape But still I'm straight, I'm back on track, shaking off the dead weight The time has come, for me to free my soul Grab hold of my heart and take full control 'Cause no matter what happens when times get hard, I still stand my ground and use the force of God I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain Yo dig it, I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain {Sammy B} I'm about to shine like a dime, It's time to give me mine, My props, casue I'm about to take you to the top, Non-stop with the body rock I make you forget about your seat and start smiling Brothers buckwilding And JBeez is always styling We bring the raw, The real hardcore, Giving you more than what you bargained for Son, so your ass is best to run when You see me coming I'm taking it back to the essence, Soul tracks I'm blessing Pass the mic over here, So I can test it, Check one check two, We's about to set it, when the Brothers rock the party, you'll never forget it, 'Cause I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain Yo dig it, I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, I couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, I couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain |
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How ya want it we got it [oh yeah!] (x4)
{dove} Hey mr. africa [what] This joint is headed Man I'm glad that beef is debted I jolt the bullet quick Out of the fifty-one six To hear my sammy on the mix [aight] We flipped the belt I felt the rubber burnin' See I was yearnin' for the moment Man opponents couldn't stop me When I first heard ac/dc I had to get a copy. Now I'm swole Who try to patrol my family Your fantasy back in the day was to be native But now your sh-t's sedated I bring the doctor, I'm a for the remedy But some pretend to be A bit seditty Your atittude is sh-tty I'm getting downright grimy and grity Introducin' to the scene is mike giggy {mike g} Yo, we sling the raw through the airwaves, We make you wanna misbehave We gotcha hooked Like the rhythm and the slaves So catch a phase of the craze Noddin' heads for days He's acting stingy with the level And he spreads in many ways So if you want to test the effervesce Come along and be my guest Yo, 'cause jungle brothers in the house {dove} And de la's in the house {q-tip} And q-tip from a tribe called quest Ya ya ya ya You wanna all it, Y'know cause I could give it all night n-gga And make ya last mike gigger, Africa, sammy b, the jbeez Straight out the jungle With the natural remedy I'm reppin' We lettin' off joints at this section The steppin' Rhymes, turntables and beats are lethal weapons And the essence You know we got alot like constock The native tongues are here with that brew for your heart We're makin' ample usage of the times that we see Tell us how you want it, and we bring the strategy So, How ya want it, we got it [oh yeah!](x4) {posdnous} Now imported from the planet of dope sh-t Be the native tongue Rocka one plug infinite dot com Getcha tail hooked in the thoughts Don perry on free Back where ladies love to hear the emcee We be The neccessary realism While you be Chicken lo mein stream baby, What? place it in your gut. Guaranteed. we in the lead to run rap [ya] Just hand over the deed {africa} Now ya heard about, read about Be apart of it don't front Now i'ma play ya like the government And give ya what I think ya want: That native river To make ya rock with one another Cause in my eyes, I consider us all sisters and brothers So to the table I bring Fat jams to make ya sing Cause I'm starvin', I haven't had nothing like this Since doin' our own dang So be ya p, is it ready? To flip ya pattern of speech Cause I thinks There's heads out there we still need to reach {dove} True, yo this joint is crazy Get's the lazy out of Hey yo mikey how ya figure? I wouldn't wanna catch cold. {mike g} This joint is wisdom, kid. {dove} And be emcee I'm out to get old I seek the blessed the drum pattern From brand new to tatterred and torn This place is jimmy crack corn My sh-ts mazola Your style's kiddy like crayola Jbeez be the top dola I mean dollar Study the e-m-c-e-es to remain the rhyme scholars Now, How ya want it we got it [oh yeah!] (x2) {africa} Record shop nine to five With the raw deluxe Jungle brother africa - I got the native tongue touch Verbal grammar - comin' atcha like a black panther Check the sampler The microphone man handler! Crowd controller Yes we gotcha open, gotcha ampler Shootin' the gift like saint nick, the black santa [he's checkin' his list] say what? [he's checkin' it twice] ya! You ain't gettin' sh-t If they naughty if ya nice So come down the chimney Brothers the vicinity Lock down ya block nonstop with the remedy {posdnous} Similiar to water out the clouds I'm here to reign supreme Self-esteem lower than Them rides in cali Is the reason why these n-ggas Rally around the bull sh-t Rubber duck, you can't bull sh-t Occupy world-wide With frontings all the misses These womans don't love us so we forced to talk to b-tches Tryin to ease up in the rises Sayin' I like the way you stylin' Let me in the passenger while you play the pilot. Listen baby doll [doll] Recites is a peeper Hair fully wooly but you mental's six ether And I don't live that. So step up top And watch the native tongues lick the crop for the cream |
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(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...) |
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from Jungle Brothers - Double Plays (2006)
Now from A Tribe Called Quest
And i'm here tonight with The Jungle Brothers And we're about to get into this thing called Black is Black is Black is Black Yeah, uh-huh! aah, baby! Said yeah! ah hah! Black is Black is Black is Black In America today, i have to regret to say Something, Something is not right And it deals with Black and White Tell me Mike G is it me? Nah, it's just society Filled with propagander, Huh! Why do we meander, Huh? In a zone with hate for peace All of this B.S must cease All i am is one Black man In a mighty big White hand Brother Brother, Sister Sister If you're Miss or if you're Mister Listen please to this fact Black is Black is Black is Black Black is Black is Black is Black Black is Black is Black is Black Way back when in '68 When brothers didn't have it great They fought back with civil rights That scarred the soul, it took the sight The common foe you plainly see On the streets or on T.V Segregation was the king Vietnam was full in swing Martin Luther had to shout "Let's get out, get out, get out!" The situation sort of changed But what really makes matters strange Is our foe is well disguised We don't know where our fate lies Still and all we cannot lack The fact that Black is Black is Black Black is Black is Black is Black Black is Black is Black is Black Judged by both my race and colour Don't you know we need each other? I need you and you need me And if not now you soon will see My light complexion has no meaning If you think so you're still dreaming Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up There's no time for us to break up Black is Black not Blue or Purple Being Black is like a circle Round and round we all will go Where we end up i don't know Listen to me if you will Your fantasies will get you killed Reality is what is real Reality is Black is Black I try, try to tell my people We all are one, created equal Before we master, we must plan Is that so hard to understand? Today's the day we get together To try to change and make things better If not where will we be tomorrow? Drowning in the pool of sorrow Daylight shines but still few see That we must fight for unity In a picture that's fixed as Black and White Why's it both that have to fight? Uplift the race, uplift the race See my soul and not my face All for one and one for all Black is Black, That's right y'all |
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from Jungle Brothers - Double Plays (2006)
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) |
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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 |
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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 |
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from Jungle Brothers - Double Plays (2006)
(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. |
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| from CF Plus (2006) | |||||
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