| Song | Doin' Our Own Dang |
| Artist | Jungle Brothers |
| Album | Done by the Forces of Nature |
| 作词 : De La Soul ... | |
| [Maceo] Me, | |
| Plug Three, the one they call | |
| Baby Huey | |
| The one that gets all the money (all the money) | |
| Yeah, that's right [Dove] | |
| A fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tang | |
| A little something called "Doing Our Own Thang" | |
| Breaking the beat others wished they broke | |
| Bassline so dope that you just might choke | |
| Don't bite off something that you can't chew | |
| And don't trail behind when | |
| I'm coming through | |
| Fronting the feel that you really can't feel | |
| Cause you're trying to feel what's on my reel to reel [Q-Tip] | |
| A tree is growing | |
| Can't you see what | |
| I see? A white blue fruit to boot | |
| We count to ten before we pass the crews, now that's family | |
| Equipped with the brothers and the sisters and the sisters and the brothers | |
| And all others, with the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs | |
| It's the life of | |
| Riley, I'm really ready | |
| Gazing at the dollar fill of rap | |
| The cool june bugs, the wicks, the wacks | |
| Praise the rhythms for what it beez | |
| And praise the | |
| Lord for the | |
| JB's We're doing our own thang (Repeat 4x) [Posdnuos] | |
| Isn't it cool when you cut your hair | |
| And the blood is red instead of sellout green | |
| This is not the music for an | |
| R&B mind This is flower intertwined with a vine (In other words this is rose) | |
| You see what | |
| I mean? Or see what | |
| Grandpa Bam saw | |
| Funk we transmit is unstable | |
| One condition if | |
| I am able to say (Yes you may) | |
| Well hey, let's get on with it | |
| Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted | |
| Out the vents of hecklers and fans | |
| Either which way they all hop on the van | |
| The band, the band, here comes the band | |
| The tribe of fingers all on one hand | |
| Me, myself, and | |
| I are dark | |
| Monie Love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark [Monie Love] | |
| Sister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to | |
| London Residing with my brothers and | |
| I learned a lot from them | |
| About the group, how to be smooth and play funky | |
| And sometimes rated it's kind of funky, but it's cool | |
| For we are beyond the stereotypes | |
| Coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype | |
| Rocking on and off beat, and | |
| I do believe | |
| I'm right (You're right) | |
| Am I wrong? (Yeah, son) | |
| Don't be mad, be glad | |
| I missed the plane, | |
| I'm staying | |
| With the Brothers | |
| Jungle, Soul, and the | |
| Tribe I'm saying | |
| Funky funky rhymes that always stay in swing | |
| I believe we doing our own thing | |
| We're doing our own thang (Repeat 4x) [Afrika] | |
| Well my family sets all the trends | |
| From soul to soul, large to loose ends ? | |
| And I all my groups like kill? (Cause that's where the money's at) | |
| Yeah, the industry's filled with copycats | |
| R&B mixed with sloppy raps | |
| Tribes like us always open doors | |
| But what for, so you can get yours? | |
| You ain't in to it, all you want is profit | |
| So I ask you please to stop it | |
| Leave me alone, get off my bone | |
| Cause I'm doing my own... [Mike G] | |
| A new seed, a new breed | |
| A new man you to feed the greed | |
| A new pair of boots for a new piece of butt | |
| Sweet daddy are you there? (Sammy B is on the cut!) | |
| Spinning back for a rap that's laid back | |
| Read to kic back, those get no slack | |
| I may rock a rhyme or | |
| I may start to sing | |
| But still, | |
| I'm doing my own thing [Dove] | |
| In comes the mood of | |
| Jungle and | |
| Daisies Play the same and let the vibes grace me | |
| All hold hands and let's walk about | |
| And form a cirlce and talk about | |
| Don't follow the path that we're stepping | |
| Truth to the soul is what | |
| I'm cramming | |
| Reasons for this is that the family's strong | |
| And like Bob | |
| Marley said "We're jammin" | |
| Seeing is beliving, so see and believe | |
| And let the groove of the new proceed | |
| A whole bunch of love, peace signs, and fun | |
| So let's do what's got to be done, you know? |
| zuò cí : De La Soul ... | |
| Maceo Me, | |
| Plug Three, the one they call | |
| Baby Huey | |
| The one that gets all the money all the money | |
| Yeah, that' s right Dove | |
| A fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tang | |
| A little something called " Doing Our Own Thang" | |
| Breaking the beat others wished they broke | |
| Bassline so dope that you just might choke | |
| Don' t bite off something that you can' t chew | |
| And don' t trail behind when | |
| I' m coming through | |
| Fronting the feel that you really can' t feel | |
| Cause you' re trying to feel what' s on my reel to reel QTip | |
| A tree is growing | |
| Can' t you see what | |
| I see? A white blue fruit to boot | |
| We count to ten before we pass the crews, now that' s family | |
| Equipped with the brothers and the sisters and the sisters and the brothers | |
| And all others, with the funky flairs, the buggedout hairs | |
| It' s the life of | |
| Riley, I' m really ready | |
| Gazing at the dollar fill of rap | |
| The cool june bugs, the wicks, the wacks | |
| Praise the rhythms for what it beez | |
| And praise the | |
| Lord for the | |
| JB' s We' re doing our own thang Repeat 4x Posdnuos | |
| Isn' t it cool when you cut your hair | |
| And the blood is red instead of sellout green | |
| This is not the music for an | |
| R B mind This is flower intertwined with a vine In other words this is rose | |
| You see what | |
| I mean? Or see what | |
| Grandpa Bam saw | |
| Funk we transmit is unstable | |
| One condition if | |
| I am able to say Yes you may | |
| Well hey, let' s get on with it | |
| Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted | |
| Out the vents of hecklers and fans | |
| Either which way they all hop on the van | |
| The band, the band, here comes the band | |
| The tribe of fingers all on one hand | |
| Me, myself, and | |
| I are dark | |
| Monie Love the mouthpiece, it' s now yours to spark Monie Love | |
| Sister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to | |
| London Residing with my brothers and | |
| I learned a lot from them | |
| About the group, how to be smooth and play funky | |
| And sometimes rated it' s kind of funky, but it' s cool | |
| For we are beyond the stereotypes | |
| Coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype | |
| Rocking on and off beat, and | |
| I do believe | |
| I' m right You' re right | |
| Am I wrong? Yeah, son | |
| Don' t be mad, be glad | |
| I missed the plane, | |
| I' m staying | |
| With the Brothers | |
| Jungle, Soul, and the | |
| Tribe I' m saying | |
| Funky funky rhymes that always stay in swing | |
| I believe we doing our own thing | |
| We' re doing our own thang Repeat 4x Afrika | |
| Well my family sets all the trends | |
| From soul to soul, large to loose ends ? | |
| And I all my groups like kill? Cause that' s where the money' s at | |
| Yeah, the industry' s filled with copycats | |
| R B mixed with sloppy raps | |
| Tribes like us always open doors | |
| But what for, so you can get yours? | |
| You ain' t in to it, all you want is profit | |
| So I ask you please to stop it | |
| Leave me alone, get off my bone | |
| Cause I' m doing my own... Mike G | |
| A new seed, a new breed | |
| A new man you to feed the greed | |
| A new pair of boots for a new piece of butt | |
| Sweet daddy are you there? Sammy B is on the cut! | |
| Spinning back for a rap that' s laid back | |
| Read to kic back, those get no slack | |
| I may rock a rhyme or | |
| I may start to sing | |
| But still, | |
| I' m doing my own thing Dove | |
| In comes the mood of | |
| Jungle and | |
| Daisies Play the same and let the vibes grace me | |
| All hold hands and let' s walk about | |
| And form a cirlce and talk about | |
| Don' t follow the path that we' re stepping | |
| Truth to the soul is what | |
| I' m cramming | |
| Reasons for this is that the family' s strong | |
| And like Bob | |
| Marley said " We' re jammin" | |
| Seeing is beliving, so see and believe | |
| And let the groove of the new proceed | |
| A whole bunch of love, peace signs, and fun | |
| So let' s do what' s got to be done, you know? |