Jungle (Remix) Lyrics
| Song | Jungle (Remix) |
| Artist | X Ambassadors |
| Artist | Jay-Z |
| Album | Jungle (Remix) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Yeah, I wear my chain to the game | |
| But for the game I sip champagne from the world cup | |
| Oh yeah, I’m here to stir shit up | |
| I pray on a hill in Brazil | |
| To Christ the Redeemer | |
| But most kids worship us | |
| (Ah!) | |
| I’m just warming up | |
| I’m almost ready | |
| Turn it up a bit more in the headphones | |
| Check me out though, look | |
| It’s cops to dodge in the city of God | |
| To reach the goals of these soccer stars | |
| There’s records to break, medals to take | |
| Flags to wave, the city is ours | |
| There’s ceilings to climb, the road winds | |
| Only lights is those from a Beamer | |
| It’s nice to pray in front of Christ the Redeemer | |
| If your God is bigger than my God up there | |
| My God bigger than your God down here | |
| Whom shall I fear? | |
| It’s foretold by Calogero, you know, | |
| most Bronx tales don’t end well | |
| Especially when your own country treats | |
| you like an infidel | |
| There’s odds against it ends well | |
| Don’t box me into the corner, I | |
| Float like a butterfly, sting like Muhammad A | |
| My training day I go too hard, ask Antoine Fuqua | |
| I am Godzilla of these favelas, new God flow | |
| [Hook: Sam Harris] | |
| Won’t you follow me into the jungle? (yeah) | |
| Ain’t no God on these streets | |
| in the heart of the jungle (oh, Lord child) | |
| Won’t you follow me into the jungle? (yeah) | |
| Ain’t no god on my streets | |
| in the heart of the jungle (oh lord child) | |
| Won’t you follow me into the jungle | |
| [Verse 2: Jamie N Commons] | |
| I lost my mind, in the city of lights (yeah) | |
| In the backstreets buildings and the neon lights (yeah) | |
| When I heard the thunder, I could feel the rain (yeah) | |
| It’s the same to me, just a different name |
| Yeah, I wear my chain to the game | |
| But for the game I sip champagne from the world cup | |
| Oh yeah, I' m here to stir shit up | |
| I pray on a hill in Brazil | |
| To Christ the Redeemer | |
| But most kids worship us | |
| Ah! | |
| I' m just warming up | |
| I' m almost ready | |
| Turn it up a bit more in the headphones | |
| Check me out though, look | |
| It' s cops to dodge in the city of God | |
| To reach the goals of these soccer stars | |
| There' s records to break, medals to take | |
| Flags to wave, the city is ours | |
| There' s ceilings to climb, the road winds | |
| Only lights is those from a Beamer | |
| It' s nice to pray in front of Christ the Redeemer | |
| If your God is bigger than my God up there | |
| My God bigger than your God down here | |
| Whom shall I fear? | |
| It' s foretold by Calogero, you know, | |
| most Bronx tales don' t end well | |
| Especially when your own country treats | |
| you like an infidel | |
| There' s odds against it ends well | |
| Don' t box me into the corner, I | |
| Float like a butterfly, sting like Muhammad A | |
| My training day I go too hard, ask Antoine Fuqua | |
| I am Godzilla of these favelas, new God flow | |
| Hook: Sam Harris | |
| Won' t you follow me into the jungle? yeah | |
| Ain' t no God on these streets | |
| in the heart of the jungle oh, Lord child | |
| Won' t you follow me into the jungle? yeah | |
| Ain' t no god on my streets | |
| in the heart of the jungle oh lord child | |
| Won' t you follow me into the jungle | |
| Verse 2: Jamie N Commons | |
| I lost my mind, in the city of lights yeah | |
| In the backstreets buildings and the neon lights yeah | |
| When I heard the thunder, I could feel the rain yeah | |
| It' s the same to me, just a different name |
| Yeah, I wear my chain to the game | |
| But for the game I sip champagne from the world cup | |
| Oh yeah, I' m here to stir shit up | |
| I pray on a hill in Brazil | |
| To Christ the Redeemer | |
| But most kids worship us | |
| Ah! | |
| I' m just warming up | |
| I' m almost ready | |
| Turn it up a bit more in the headphones | |
| Check me out though, look | |
| It' s cops to dodge in the city of God | |
| To reach the goals of these soccer stars | |
| There' s records to break, medals to take | |
| Flags to wave, the city is ours | |
| There' s ceilings to climb, the road winds | |
| Only lights is those from a Beamer | |
| It' s nice to pray in front of Christ the Redeemer | |
| If your God is bigger than my God up there | |
| My God bigger than your God down here | |
| Whom shall I fear? | |
| It' s foretold by Calogero, you know, | |
| most Bronx tales don' t end well | |
| Especially when your own country treats | |
| you like an infidel | |
| There' s odds against it ends well | |
| Don' t box me into the corner, I | |
| Float like a butterfly, sting like Muhammad A | |
| My training day I go too hard, ask Antoine Fuqua | |
| I am Godzilla of these favelas, new God flow | |
| Hook: Sam Harris | |
| Won' t you follow me into the jungle? yeah | |
| Ain' t no God on these streets | |
| in the heart of the jungle oh, Lord child | |
| Won' t you follow me into the jungle? yeah | |
| Ain' t no god on my streets | |
| in the heart of the jungle oh lord child | |
| Won' t you follow me into the jungle | |
| Verse 2: Jamie N Commons | |
| I lost my mind, in the city of lights yeah | |
| In the backstreets buildings and the neon lights yeah | |
| When I heard the thunder, I could feel the rain yeah | |
| It' s the same to me, just a different name |
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