Well, well, well Look who?s got some street cred Too bad the street is dead My clothes mismatch from my shirts to my slacks But the only bad taste I?ve
Well, well, well Look who?s got some street cred Too bad the street is dead My clothes mismatch from my shirts to my slacks But the only bad taste I?
s Cave I had a girl in Waycross Georgia But she had unfaithful ways She made me feel like I wasn?t wanted Like the bats and the bears in Miller?s Cave
dye down, Insomnia style I won't lye down, fight the good fight don't need no help, keep your hands up defend yourself, move like I move and live lifelong
back into place If you don't think so you can suck my bone Cuz I tried tellin ya man, I'm not alone [Chorus 2x] Well I like to hang with Tall Jess
banned me I'm like a dandy lion Jack You can cut me down and then I'll pop right back And attack from the back like a great white I'm not down with the
? Or do he just hate religion He's fly, then he looks like a bum then he's fly again Wonder what's his outcome? Well, soon all y'all will know And y'all
could write about my miserable life, critical nights Fought physical in the spiritual fight Israelite, mystical type, like a Hindu in white Let me tell you what my visuals like
not a fighter Yes, I'm a lover not a fighter And I'm really built for speed Built for speed Built for speed Whoa yeah Well I can roar like a lion, I
of your style, I won't lie down Fight the good fight, don't need no help Keep your hands up, defend yo self Move like I move and live life long Can't
start epidamizin' Laginament, got the heart of the biggest lion Confident like fuck em all pull out my dick and ride it My flow sick, so sick, it's like
start epidamizin' Lagenament, got the heart of the biggest lion Confident like fuck em all pull out my dick and ride it My flow sick, so sick, it's like
deh streets,) (yeh! No 'ave got shoes, sleepin' on deh col' concrete.) Chorus: In the jungle the cardboard jungle the lion sleeps tonight, (dis is serious!) in the jungle the cardboard jungle the lion
see him rocking that beat from across the street And Huh Huh! Beat Street is a lesson too, because you can't let the Streets beat you! Well a picture
Hit the bricks hit the lions and wow, there go them bricks Slide through the hood sittin' on some big wheels Niggaz coppin' white and turn flips like
scrapped with lions, hiberated with polar bears Hope I don't play with baking soda in my older years Mantles'll sit up like hill, I'd have to fold my
tummies I could write about my miserable life, critical nights Fought physical in the spiritual fight Israelite, mystical type, like a Hindu in white Let me tell you what my visuals like