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
Übersetzung: Jungle Brothers. Black Is Black.
black man So point blank in your face, pump up the bass and join the human race I throw peace to the Bay Cause from the Jungle to Oaktown, they backin
life is stressed And no rest, forever weary My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery Shit is scary, how black on black
's in the house Talib Kweli will work it out My man Apl.De is in the house Will.I.Am is definitely in the house Fergie Ferg is in the house Whadup to
no!" A black woman is my manager, not in the kitchen So could you please stop bitchin? "Stalkin.. walkin in my big black boots" [Brother J] [Cube] Yeah
butt and no chest Black women have bodies like goddesses Sorta like Venus, but put away your penis Cause the devil is a savage motherfucker That's why
Fuck that pig brutality shit This unity is gettin to me Every brother on the street is my homie I'm rollin through a hood that I never been And every brother
youth You just went, you didn't know the truth You don't know that kid when you look back You remember the music, paint it black You had a brother in
front door, Cause any time we mention Our condition, our history or existence, They calling it reverse racism, Still till today the street's torn, My brother Jungle
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces Your telephone blowin, black stitches or fat shoelaces
Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggaz tumble The corners is the hot
Hip Hop crowd well in doubt where are you now? [Verse 6: Mike G. from The Jungle Brothers] It's the Jungle Brothers +housin+ with that fiiiiiive thousand
your act together You get the thumbs up, your raw footage is uncut Fronting like them goodies is untouched We both knew this money's is young bucks Ma
been hard for me Trying strugglin' in the streets But where I've been- Is no longer where I'm at And where I'm going- Is not where I'm stoppin' at It
they death live at Where your kids disappear to when they get kidnapped Streets is white, life is black, and this shit is trapped [Chorus] {*beatboxing
African system Africans we are the best When it comes to beauty man we dey run the race Nobody fit try you ?cause your beauty is endless Nevertheless, the black skin color is
that kind of nigga Brother J, whatcha' say? Brother J, Brother J, whatcha' say? Brother J, whatcha' say? Brother J, whatcha' say? [Brother J] Yeah! I
