: Represent, represent!! (repeat 4X) Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast
injections that be Lethal Weapons, when niggaz start the half steppin Then I get evil but don't let that negative vibe right there mislead you I'm humble
not where I'm stoppin' at Now mama's workin' hard all day And she said this before she left home Take care of your little brother Have the place cleaned
that way There's a monkey riding on my back, been there for some time He says he knows me very well but he's no friend of mine I am not a humble pilgrim
: (Yeah) I... I'm a humble guy No, really I try You know it's hard sometimes You... Yeah, you're messed up too My brother's gonna get through Working
: (feat. The Humble Brothers, Jonathan Davis) I?m about to break I need a little room to breathe ?Cause I?m one step closer to the edge And I?m about
mala aw yea aw yea Ooze into into my noodle East or west shepherd or poodle Ladybug pinetree To mingle with the bumblebee A lover to the sun And a brother
Beck's the beer Float like Muhammad, roll-on like Secret Me rip, the crowd in half on the sneak tip til they crumble, too humble for you to stumble I
of butter Raised a barn on Monday, soon I'll raise anoder Think you're really righteous? Think you're pure in heart? Well, I know I'm a million times as humble
this (12 O'Clock) I love my brother to death (That old hip-hop, catch this) (Hot Nix', you know? Big tits) [12 O'Clock] I love my brother to death,
your still my dawg and my big homie spawldy And I feel I'm the youngest, he expects a little more from me So I try to stay humbled and as you can see
butter Raised a barn on Monday, soon I'll raise a nutter Think you're really righteous? Think you're pure in heart? Well, I know, I'm a million times as humble
There's no reason I'm as evil as I could be I pray to Jesus, "Please keep my mind at peace" I just wanna stay humble and patient That's when stupid niggaz
to ruffle feathers, making brothers struggle Through the rough old concrete jungle Briskan Brussells step and shuffle Stumble into trouble, spirit rumble in the temple Mumble nothing, you should be more humble
feathers Makin brothers struggle Through the rough old concrete jungle Briskan brussells step and shuffle Stumble into trouble Spirit rumble in the temple Mumble nothing Your should be more humble
then go a little crazy, never slip and slide, take it easy Move and glide, take you on a little ride onto a dance hall vibe Here we go with the flow, let your love go Brother
To leave be afraid to the same streets that raised you Can aid you. What other black births came suit the rage up in harlem and the southside Brothers
the crew, I'm twenty-two and Beck's the beer Float like Muhammad, roll-on like Secret Me rip, the crowd in half on the sneak tip 'Til they crumble, too humble