puttin' it down So bustas be wary cause see we represent the city Where niggaz caught slippin' is left with they brains drippin' City of the angels, more like a concrete jungle
Farrakhan and had dinner And now you ask if I'm a five-percenter, well No, but I go where the brothers go Down with Compton Mosque, Number 54 Made a
a hole and throw his ass in And I won't be happy til I'm down to my last ten Get his fuckin pitchfork Tie him up, and then feed the bitch pork Little
to front you") You can see it ("Get up and follow me and flow again, use my life as an example") Do it, and see it, and be nobody else Jungle Brothers
hole and throw his ass in And I won't be happy 'til I'm down to my last ten Get his fuckin' pitchfork Tie him up and then feed the bitch pork Little
, my brother Jake Well, my brother Jake is finally home Well, my brother Jake Well, my brother Jake is finally home Well, my brother Jake Well, my brother
who talkin all that junk About who can beat who, soundin like a punk I just get down and I go for mine Say 'check one-two', and run down the line To
Galileo's math book to get thrown At Delilah who's sitting worthlessly alone But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter I wish I could give Brother
you to my jungle Like my name was guns 'n roses I blast the sound, you check the sound You got to be down, you got to be down, like me, like Charlie
niggaz open John Hay phenomenon, the mega bomb Transformed in a firearm like Megatron You get stepped on and shit upon, I'ma stay calm Knowin' brothers
get sexy, I said Oh Lord, I said, I wanna get sexy Cloreen, come on, get down, come on, splash Come on, good God Cloreen's brother Alfred Alfred, Alfred
new perm At the world in the barrel of the pistol term Well we get it how we live never live and learn Gotta talk about the flow cause you is concerned Only down
of the pistol turn We get it how we live, Never Live and Learn Gotta talk about the flow, 'cause you is concerned Only Down South Rapper coulda been
Is there anyone close.. by.. who can listen to this? And who can see it.. plain as day Look how it falls down Falls down upon everybody! This is it [
sources of hatred Patriot of the jungles of N.Y. he never made it Faded by the crossfires of gimmick He lost his image, LSD marking the scrimmage He'll never finish, forget it down
we gon' scream out the letters in the alphabet And every letter you hear screamed out, from A to Z My man Papoose gon' break it down for you So what you do, is get
Wanna know, what?s going down When the pimp on the corner looks like the sharpest cat in town Jungle rule, can?t be no fool Might get caught by the
can be hustle grind get whats mine how to make weed stuff a dime Fuck whoever tryna knock my shine remember bitch ima get whats mines Serve whatever get