it out, don't be afraid 'Cause I am the man and I'll be brave So come on, girl and let it out Let it out, let it out I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin'
Übersetzung: Jungle Brothers. Bring It On.
: [Chorus:] Keep growin' [x4] It's like we more like brothers than nephew and uncle, Comin' up at times seem survival is like a jungle, Understanding
voice crying, "Daddy," I always think it's for me, But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call. Every new messenger brings evil report 'Bout armies on
it Lost it at the city limit Say goodbye 'Cause they will find a way to trim it Everybody Lookin' for a silly gimmick Gotta get away Can't take it for
wants from you They tryna Axl Rose you, welcome to the jungle To be continued, we on that Norman Mailer sh-t In search of the truth, even if it goes through
OH (And is it?) YEA-EAH (And is it?) OH OH (And is it?) YEA-EAH (And is it?) OH OH (And is it?) YEA-EAH (And is it?) {"No one man should have all that
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
you know? You getting that dough, let's get it and go on this cruise I'm taking it slow, you painting your toes, and it's cool Fuck with your dude, I'
want you so Roll it down [roll it down] Roll it down [roll it down] Roll it down [eh] Roll it down [roll it down] Roll it down [roll it down] Roll it
the politician do it dem bring in a bag a gun and barrage a thing and seen run up on youth on youth And then when you check it out. Dem send dem police
name....) [Brother J] Ah, yeah! Ah, come on, come on, come on! [Professor X] To the East, my brother, to the East! [Brother J] Uh, to the East, my brother
: [Inspectah Deck] Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it Yo, in the
it lost it at the city limit Say goodbye 'cause they will find a way to trim it Everybody lookin' for a silly gimmick Gotta get away can't take it for
Fire descends from on high In the shape of a lion Burn the sacrifice of pride And ride on to Mount Zion Fire descends from on high In the shape of a
fire only resides On an altar made from the ground {Chorus} Fire descends from on High In the shape of a lion Burn the sacrifice of pride And ride on
on Now the walgreens is gone Hope is killed fiends are born We leanin on a wall that ain?t that ain?t stable Its hard to turn on the hood that made you
