I hate it, you're always smiling. Such a strong, cute and popular person. I hate it, I am slow, a dunce. No one needs me at all... You're always skilled
I hate it, you're always smiling. Such a strong, cute and popular person. I hate it, I am slow, a dunce. No one needs me at all... You're always
notorious projects, Queensbridge Listen while Nas saves his hood from the most Cowardest rappers He held a mass appeal and a little boy smile Depressed
' for the po po Roll over, then pull it, got my bullet in my fo fo Gotta stand, it's turnin' to a jungle Comin' out a 4-door Benz and I spend a lot for
from killers go dumb, usually death is the outcome Welcome to the jungle, where kidnappers haunt you The streets, they really want you I'm serious, no smile
Me and Too Short, we do the frequent miles In and out of ports keep secret files First peep the smile, then flash the wrist Diamonds get them pissy when
aids attacks So run out and get your Jimmy Hats It costs so little for a pack of three They're Jimmy Hats for the winter attack Good for a present, great for lovers Demonstrated by The Jungle
black curtains Near the stations black roof country No gold pavements tired starlings Silver horses ran down moonbeams In your dark eyes dawn-light smiled
're nice, right? Then grab the mic and try to flow with me It's a shakedown, no ends when I'm in town Wear my fake smiles since I put them corny Tims
been robbin, you might have been whylin But you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND Just to hear the name it makes your spine tingle This is a jungle where
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder How I keep from going under It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder How I keep from going under
watches a video Of a father playing catch with his son An adult film star paints thumbnail portraits Of elderly couples, fully clothed and smiling A
up 'Cos now in winter AIDS attacks So run out and get your Jimmy Hats It costs so little for a pack of three They're Jimmy Hats for the winter attack Good for a present, great for lovers Demonstrated by The Jungle
's better than not coming back at all Many a good man I saw fall And even now, every time I dream I hear the men and the monkeys in the jungle scream
eight And when I smile, it look like a bag of coke I gets high, I'm twisted like a bag of ropes And I come from the jungle I'm like PETA, I ride for
(here it comes) Well funky monkey?s in the jungle tonight They got two by two don?t hear me right Band playing loudly baby Gone are the days when the
hard and hurting worse Oh, you're sailing away Go away just ignore them Next time, I open my eyes, is this my father here? I know it's you because I recognize the smiling
Guerilla Soldier born in Santo Domingo U.S. Marine down from his home up in Maine Big Red Machine rolls in patrolling the jungle All of them baking under
