You got me singing those oh ee blues I get a kick out of you I get a kick out of you, I get a kick [x2] I wore the jimmy hat To make sure I'm strapped
that I'm from the jungle, brother, and I got it like that Yo, my life got me running through a maze like a white rat I need a shot of Remy like my rap
I'm speakin of Peace to my city, cause I got a lotta love [ VERSE 4 ] G-a-t-e-s, I hope you wear a vest Even after you're out the fuckin office Cause
Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin' on the edge of a razor Remember that Cold rollin' thick as a shake,I'm rockin' hard as a quake I can't live on bread
chy'all. ("Listen to the story I tell, yo. F'real.") I knowwwwwwwwww... ("Don't let 'em hate to front you.") you can see it. ("Get up and follow me and
a lid on your tongue It's like silent murder, I hit blunts hard like Ray Mercer the violent words of a prince in a palace of Persia. The cognac plurger
I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for the fronters, wannabe ill niggaz and spot runners Thinkin it can't happen til I, trap em and clap
me you from the eastside Take off your shoes, you bout five feet high I get high, what about you? A jungle brother, and baby I house you Your feet looking
to a I and I and a friend, me brother. I tell ya,it'll sure fit all our sell ya anything ya want. I and I know. I live with it. I live with it, ya see
to keep control, I bless those who seek a scroll Trying to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold Not a role model, I walk a hard road to follow
L.A. is where I'm speakin' of Peace to my city 'cuz I gotta lotta love Got a lotta love G A T E S, I hope you wear a vest Even after you're out the
the 12 gauge Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin' on the edge of a razor Remember that Cold rollin' thick as a shake,I'm rockin' hard as a quake I can'
some of the good homecookin Just for you, girl, all the way from Brooklyn Scream, shout, good lookin out I guess that means you wanna get tooken out So
the words that I speak Because I'm strong like a horse and loud like thunder You mess with me, you'll be 60 feet under In a jungle with a force, on a
, and I do believe I'm right, you're right Am I wrong? Yes, son Don't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying With my Brothers Jungle, Soul,
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
Whassup with you brother, yea you black The one with the red gold green applejack Baby Bam, I chose the name I don't want the fame I just wanna play the
