Song | Jungle Brother |
Artist | Jungle Brothers |
Album | Raw Deluxe |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : DJ Sammy B, Gamble, Hall, Huff ... | |
(The JBeez, the JBeez...) | |
10th round, | |
And still catching that beat down | |
So I retreat back to my old stomping ground, | |
Regroup and lounge, | |
Put on a couple of pounds, | |
And make plans to create the raw, homegrown sounds | |
Without love and support, | |
I might come up short, | |
But I dare not resort, to the low-life sport | |
Young bucks nowadays, | |
Even kids my own age, | |
Making front page | |
By getting locked in the cage | |
Pumping, self-destruction | |
And self-reduction | |
Souls get sucked into the evil corruption | |
The odds are against me | |
And the world won't present to me | |
Bad thoughts on my mind | |
But I won't let it tempt me | |
Organized confusion, negative illusion | |
I throw up my guard to combat intrusion | |
Say what say what say what | |
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) | |
True Blue (True Blue) | |
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) | |
True Blue (True Blue) | |
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) | |
True Blue (True Blue) | |
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) | |
True Blue (True Blue) | |
Now if I worry to much about all my have nots | |
I might not recoginize just what I've got | |
I've got control of my soul and I gotta firm hold | |
And if I keep on holding, I'ma reach my goals | |
When I'm walking through the streets | |
I see all sorts, BIG wasn't lying about them drugs and sports | |
Gotta keep my head up and everything is alright | |
Cuz if I want to get this cash, I got to be game tight | |
Baby girl is at home and she's screaming "Daddy" | |
Momma don't know, just might think I'm out pimping in a nice caddy, | |
But it ain't like that | |
Trying to keep that rogue status up off my back | |
So when the loot come through, | |
I do what I gotta do, | |
Cuz indeed I'm Jungle Brother, just to stay true blue. | |
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) | |
True Blue (True Blue) | |
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) | |
True Blue (True Blue) | |
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) | |
True Blue (True Blue) | |
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) | |
True Blue (True Blue) | |
(The JBeez, The JBeez...) | |
Ya | |
For all my peoples out there, in the NYC | |
JBeez is the initial, got to keep it official, | |
Ripping up the game plan, and send it off like a missile | |
Business is intact, now we come back strapped | |
So if something go down, we rearrange contracts | |
Coming bite and exact | |
To take your mental out the shack | |
Dunk your cookie in my milk | |
And let it soak in my rap | |
On the mic I talk about the blight | |
To reach new heights | |
Put up a fight with everything in sight | |
That blocks my light | |
Label my generation | |
X marks the spot | |
We make it hot | |
We don't stop | |
To bust back, we just keep | |
Busting the (Blam blam) | |
Bulletproof brain cells | |
The name spells out success | |
That will remind you of the place where the JBeez rest | |
Stay black and rhyming | |
Till the day that I'm dieing | |
Death defying | |
Shaky eyeing | |
And God I'm relying | |
Test up my import, make a million or more | |
Keep the radio rocking, fill up the dance floor | |
When we come to the jam | |
No glissening gimmicks | |
Break it off on your right | |
See my style has no limits | |
Handle BI like a true blue jungle GI | |
Make the ladies reply with the wink of an eye | |
Rhyme writing, counter lighting | |
Emcees like this make hits for competition | |
Like slitting your wrists | |
Each sequel's so lethal | |
That no other can equal | |
Spark it up for the jam | |
But rock it on for the people | |
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) | |
True Blue (True Blue) | |
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) | |
True Blue (True Blue) | |
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) | |
True Blue (True Blue) | |
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) | |
True Blue (True Blue) | |
Every day, all day, it goes down like this | |
(The JBeez, the JBeez...) |
zuo ci : DJ Sammy B, Gamble, Hall, Huff ... | |
The JBeez, the JBeez... | |
10th round, | |
And still catching that beat down | |
So I retreat back to my old stomping ground, | |
Regroup and lounge, | |
Put on a couple of pounds, | |
And make plans to create the raw, homegrown sounds | |
Without love and support, | |
I might come up short, | |
But I dare not resort, to the lowlife sport | |
Young bucks nowadays, | |
Even kids my own age, | |
Making front page | |
By getting locked in the cage | |
Pumping, selfdestruction | |
And selfreduction | |
Souls get sucked into the evil corruption | |
The odds are against me | |
And the world won' t present to me | |
Bad thoughts on my mind | |
But I won' t let it tempt me | |
Organized confusion, negative illusion | |
I throw up my guard to combat intrusion | |
Say what say what say what | |
Cuz I' m a Jungle Brother Jungle Brother | |
True Blue True Blue | |
Cuz I' m a Jungle Brother Jungle Brother | |
True Blue True Blue | |
Cuz I' m a Jungle Brother Jungle Brother | |
True Blue True Blue | |
Cuz I' m a Jungle Brother Jungle Brother | |
True Blue True Blue | |
Now if I worry to much about all my have nots | |
I might not recoginize just what I' ve got | |
I' ve got control of my soul and I gotta firm hold | |
And if I keep on holding, I' ma reach my goals | |
When I' m walking through the streets | |
I see all sorts, BIG wasn' t lying about them drugs and sports | |
Gotta keep my head up and everything is alright | |
Cuz if I want to get this cash, I got to be game tight | |
Baby girl is at home and she' s screaming " Daddy" | |
Momma don' t know, just might think I' m out pimping in a nice caddy, | |
But it ain' t like that | |
Trying to keep that rogue status up off my back | |
So when the loot come through, | |
I do what I gotta do, | |
Cuz indeed I' m Jungle Brother, just to stay true blue. | |
Cuz I' m a Jungle Brother Jungle Brother | |
True Blue True Blue | |
Cuz I' m a Jungle Brother Jungle Brother | |
True Blue True Blue | |
Cuz I' m a Jungle Brother Jungle Brother | |
True Blue True Blue | |
Cuz I' m a Jungle Brother Jungle Brother | |
True Blue True Blue | |
The JBeez, The JBeez... | |
Ya | |
For all my peoples out there, in the NYC | |
JBeez is the initial, got to keep it official, | |
Ripping up the game plan, and send it off like a missile | |
Business is intact, now we come back strapped | |
So if something go down, we rearrange contracts | |
Coming bite and exact | |
To take your mental out the shack | |
Dunk your cookie in my milk | |
And let it soak in my rap | |
On the mic I talk about the blight | |
To reach new heights | |
Put up a fight with everything in sight | |
That blocks my light | |
Label my generation | |
X marks the spot | |
We make it hot | |
We don' t stop | |
To bust back, we just keep | |
Busting the Blam blam | |
Bulletproof brain cells | |
The name spells out success | |
That will remind you of the place where the JBeez rest | |
Stay black and rhyming | |
Till the day that I' m dieing | |
Death defying | |
Shaky eyeing | |
And God I' m relying | |
Test up my import, make a million or more | |
Keep the radio rocking, fill up the dance floor | |
When we come to the jam | |
No glissening gimmicks | |
Break it off on your right | |
See my style has no limits | |
Handle BI like a true blue jungle GI | |
Make the ladies reply with the wink of an eye | |
Rhyme writing, counter lighting | |
Emcees like this make hits for competition | |
Like slitting your wrists | |
Each sequel' s so lethal | |
That no other can equal | |
Spark it up for the jam | |
But rock it on for the people | |
Cuz I' m a Jungle Brother Jungle Brother | |
True Blue True Blue | |
Cuz I' m a Jungle Brother Jungle Brother | |
True Blue True Blue | |
Cuz I' m a Jungle Brother Jungle Brother | |
True Blue True Blue | |
Cuz I' m a Jungle Brother Jungle Brother | |
True Blue True Blue | |
Every day, all day, it goes down like this | |
The JBeez, the JBeez... |
zuò cí : DJ Sammy B, Gamble, Hall, Huff ... | |
The JBeez, the JBeez... | |
10th round, | |
And still catching that beat down | |
So I retreat back to my old stomping ground, | |
Regroup and lounge, | |
Put on a couple of pounds, | |
And make plans to create the raw, homegrown sounds | |
Without love and support, | |
I might come up short, | |
But I dare not resort, to the lowlife sport | |
Young bucks nowadays, | |
Even kids my own age, | |
Making front page | |
By getting locked in the cage | |
Pumping, selfdestruction | |
And selfreduction | |
Souls get sucked into the evil corruption | |
The odds are against me | |
And the world won' t present to me | |
Bad thoughts on my mind | |
But I won' t let it tempt me | |
Organized confusion, negative illusion | |
I throw up my guard to combat intrusion | |
Say what say what say what | |
Cuz I' m a Jungle Brother Jungle Brother | |
True Blue True Blue | |
Cuz I' m a Jungle Brother Jungle Brother | |
True Blue True Blue | |
Cuz I' m a Jungle Brother Jungle Brother | |
True Blue True Blue | |
Cuz I' m a Jungle Brother Jungle Brother | |
True Blue True Blue | |
Now if I worry to much about all my have nots | |
I might not recoginize just what I' ve got | |
I' ve got control of my soul and I gotta firm hold | |
And if I keep on holding, I' ma reach my goals | |
When I' m walking through the streets | |
I see all sorts, BIG wasn' t lying about them drugs and sports | |
Gotta keep my head up and everything is alright | |
Cuz if I want to get this cash, I got to be game tight | |
Baby girl is at home and she' s screaming " Daddy" | |
Momma don' t know, just might think I' m out pimping in a nice caddy, | |
But it ain' t like that | |
Trying to keep that rogue status up off my back | |
So when the loot come through, | |
I do what I gotta do, | |
Cuz indeed I' m Jungle Brother, just to stay true blue. | |
Cuz I' m a Jungle Brother Jungle Brother | |
True Blue True Blue | |
Cuz I' m a Jungle Brother Jungle Brother | |
True Blue True Blue | |
Cuz I' m a Jungle Brother Jungle Brother | |
True Blue True Blue | |
Cuz I' m a Jungle Brother Jungle Brother | |
True Blue True Blue | |
The JBeez, The JBeez... | |
Ya | |
For all my peoples out there, in the NYC | |
JBeez is the initial, got to keep it official, | |
Ripping up the game plan, and send it off like a missile | |
Business is intact, now we come back strapped | |
So if something go down, we rearrange contracts | |
Coming bite and exact | |
To take your mental out the shack | |
Dunk your cookie in my milk | |
And let it soak in my rap | |
On the mic I talk about the blight | |
To reach new heights | |
Put up a fight with everything in sight | |
That blocks my light | |
Label my generation | |
X marks the spot | |
We make it hot | |
We don' t stop | |
To bust back, we just keep | |
Busting the Blam blam | |
Bulletproof brain cells | |
The name spells out success | |
That will remind you of the place where the JBeez rest | |
Stay black and rhyming | |
Till the day that I' m dieing | |
Death defying | |
Shaky eyeing | |
And God I' m relying | |
Test up my import, make a million or more | |
Keep the radio rocking, fill up the dance floor | |
When we come to the jam | |
No glissening gimmicks | |
Break it off on your right | |
See my style has no limits | |
Handle BI like a true blue jungle GI | |
Make the ladies reply with the wink of an eye | |
Rhyme writing, counter lighting | |
Emcees like this make hits for competition | |
Like slitting your wrists | |
Each sequel' s so lethal | |
That no other can equal | |
Spark it up for the jam | |
But rock it on for the people | |
Cuz I' m a Jungle Brother Jungle Brother | |
True Blue True Blue | |
Cuz I' m a Jungle Brother Jungle Brother | |
True Blue True Blue | |
Cuz I' m a Jungle Brother Jungle Brother | |
True Blue True Blue | |
Cuz I' m a Jungle Brother Jungle Brother | |
True Blue True Blue | |
Every day, all day, it goes down like this | |
The JBeez, the JBeez... |