jungle out there It's a jungle out there Civilization! Oh! It's a jungle out there You call it civilization It's a jungle out there It's a jungle out
Peace... are you that far away Peace... there?s gotta be a better way Peace... are you that far away Peace... there?s gotta be a better way Peace, peace There
are you that far away Peace... there?s gotta be a better way Peace... are you that far away Peace... there?s gotta be a better way Peace, peace There
smiling their teeth are showing And the doctors and lawyers like vultures descend swoop down to the scene of the car accident to pick the victims to pieces then there
the type that go chicka-blowe chicka blowe Ya heard me, watch out when that thang in my hand I'ma an untamed animal, straight a clean up man Chorus 2X: [Juvenile] I'ma animal in the jungle
Wil ich wott no es paar Chinder [Tek] Y'all gettin money over there? [E.K.R.] Ah - simmer? Hasch mi nid gseh im Beamer? [Tek] Wild out in the streets over there
in the city, I'm a bitch I'm a sleazy whore Well, uptown, downtown, all around You see, on Cedar Street, where sluts and I will be We're all out there
him it's a go. - Go 'head nigga, go! Catch him on the front porch, by his moma door. - These niggaz is green! [Verse 1:] There's nuttin' to it, cock
22 inch chrome, a nigga money low You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown You go against the grain, pussy and you on ya own You right there
's purpose is to take it there. Recipe, expand your mind, read and work out, get your plans together and focus, The day you come out, we all gonna party
the jungle and paying the price You're livin' right along with the New Brady Bunch Have your people call my people and let's do lunch Reaction to the actin there
) Imma get up so I can't get down (Imma, Imma) Hear me roar, hear my thunder sound (Imma) Im the lord of the underground (Imma, Imma) Part of the jungle
the light by the window. Out in the jungle of life she was yearning to go. All of the years I've been there for the tears she will sell you. Out
to help you out Make it cool around your friends without smoking now Play the song kinda loud, it could help you out And you could work it out, yeah
We keep it stinky, stinky We keep it stinky, stinky We keep it stinky, stinky, stinky, stinky, stinky [Will.I.Am] The funk phenomenon, we funk you on and on There
nuns with the shotguns The graves rolling by your side Survival of the fittest And there ain't no pity No one gets out alive In the Concrete Jungle