ya I can kick it like Lu Kang Nigga Got that Sub Zero Flow how you want me ma? Nigga get over here like Scor-pi-on And, When it comes down to this recordin
the best baller, I'm right after Mike Cockier than the nigga that make (Flashing Lights) I'm the king of the jungle I'll stop all the scoring of your
make it or you take it If the game's in you, dedicated stay true Illegal life Yo, I was in Vermada, laid up with gold saga Jungle room, cowboy hat around
ways I sing right back to the jungle Hang it up on Even Street. You're gonna need You're gonna feed Somebody like me. Way down deep in the jungle
that you betray See, what's ruling our lives Inside my head i feel the fear is rising on Every minute I'm getting weaker while into the jungle they
Then I could solve some mysteries too Then it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin' up fast Drinkin' on a fake I.D. Yeah, and Rama of the jungle was everyone
The fantasy of roll The ticking of the clock The wailing of the soul The prisoner in the dock The digger in the hole We're in this together and ever In the shade of a jungle
try to give An iron-clad leave to yourself From a three-reail billiard shot? But just as I say, It takes judgement, brains, and maturity to score In
, it's either doe or die Chorus: (Repeat 2X) It's like a jungle sometimes It's like a jungle sometimes It's like a jungle sometimes, the weed smoke
I feel, I wanna fly Yeah, it's either doe or die It's like a jungle sometimes It's like a jungle sometimes It's like a jungle sometimes The weed smoke
drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets, Queen B's ease the guns in Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function Heads by the score
[Verse 1: Baby] Mack 10 said he got it and he servin fo' six But I'm the bird man nigga, need to score some shit I need a warehouse full, with pets,
jungle Ex-out the weak order out of wild streets We roam the streets all lost And get caught up in a world of chaos Survive or defeat concrete jungle
warrior Nigga been ready for war we are The motherfuckers on the street with the heat Knockin' them hoes off they feet Say boy it's a jungle out there
to get some Slap her on the concrete, bleed till the hand's numb A way of life found, a rim stuck to a pole An asphalt jungle, soul in the hole Yo man
got busted by a undercover buyer My supplier was a Gypsie cab driver That's when I realized I need to find a new hustle Livin' in the jungle the guitar
while you run But you can never hide The terror begins, the hunt is on The tables seemed to turn I hear the scary song Or is it just the score Of this
