| Oh shit
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| We 'bout to go to the mother fuckin' jungle in this bitch
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| Uh, yeah
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| Yo, you gain some you lose some, I blaze like some hookah
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| I rock the crowd, leave the fuckin' place lookin' gruesome
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| How you think you killin' shit with basic ass maneuvers? |
| (What?)
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| The games fake, filled with more snakes than Medusa
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| I’m goin' Hollywood (hah!) you was lied to
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| I only buy it if it benefits survival
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| I had a busted whip but real shit it didn’t drive smooth
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| I had to open up the door to order in the drive thru
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| I’m so rugged and low budget, so fuck it
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| I’m cold blooded
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| To top it off, all the hoes love it
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| Go dumb, leave the microphone bloody see?
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| I’m so cold yall might leave with your nose running
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| See I got a fat flow, putting bars to rest
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| I roll up like I’m rick Ross’s Neck
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| Ripping it up and keeping it funky like I’m DAS EFX
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| I’m flawless? |
| Yes. |
| My flow will dissolve your flesh, c’mon
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| Me and my boy, we’ve been on it for years
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| You might get snatched up if you try to come around here
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| Say Ehhh! |
| (Ehhh!) Ayeee! |
| (Ayeee!)
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| Me and my boy, we’ve been on it for years
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| You might get snatched up if you try to come around here
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| Say Ehhh! |
| (Ehhh!) Ayeee! |
| (Ayeee!)
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| Alright!
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| Let’s have fun Hop! |
| Woo! |
| C’mon!
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| S-W, I am not here to trouble you
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| I just came to chill, sip and drink, and smoke a blunt or two
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| Slicker than a tub of lube, blow me like a cup of soup
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| Had to fly to Decatur and came back huffing glue
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| Thanks Jarren, I could use a new habit
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| Turn the volume to the max so we can knock it like madness
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| We been on this shit for years and we still doin' damage
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| You’re at a disadvantage, take cover, the bomb has been planted
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| We bout to blow up like a doll, little nigga don’t get involved
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| The way she shakin' her booty, her parents would be appalled
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| The temperatures heating up and I’m stripping down to my drawers
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| Exceeding my limits, forget it, we bouncin' off the walls (watch out)
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| You’re coming up short like a midget up on his knees
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| Nigga please, I carry ‘round sore enemies
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| What the fuck you mean? |
| We ain’t gonna stop, so stop
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| You got it twisted like the bottom line
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| Bwa-bwaaaaa-boo yea
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| Me and my boy, we’ve been on it for years
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| You might get snatched up if you try to come around here
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| Say Ehhh! |
| (Ehhh!) Ayeee! |
| (Ayeee!)
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| Me and my boy, we’ve been on it for years
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| You might get snatched up if you try to come around here
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| Say Ehhh! |
| (Ehhh!) Ayeee! |
| (Ayeee!)
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| If y’all down with the H-O-P
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| And three Z’s then please repeat after me
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| Say ay! |
| Ay! |
| Ayy! |
| (Ay! Ay! Ayy!)
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| If y’all down with the H-O-P
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| And three Z’s then please repeat after me
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| Say Ay-ay-ay-yeah! |
| (Ay-ay-ay-yeah!)
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| Yo, we keepin' it raw, now hand me the ball
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| And I’m a score for sho though
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| We killin' the villain and touchin' the ceiling the minute we walk in the door
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| I been the remedy, niggas is feelin' me when I be droppin' the dope flow
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| Drillin' my enemies, when they be grillin' me
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| Niggas know Hop is loco, fo sho tho
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| And I still got you for the low dough
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| Yo, you wanna learn to body a track, come to the dojo
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| You know bro, the closest they get is probably a photo
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| Yea these niggas ain’t allowed to pick up a mic no more
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| Me and my boy, we’ve been on it for years
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| You might get snatched up if you try to come around here
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| Say Ehhh! |
| (Ehhh!) Ayeee! |
| (Ayeee!)
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| Me and my boy, we’ve been on it for years
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| You might get snatched up if you try to come around here
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| Say Ehhh! |
| (Ehhh!) Ayeee! |
| (Ayeee!)
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| Ha, it’s the Jungle Bash (yee!)
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| Yea (ow) Hopsin (Hop) three Z’s (me)
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| Mr. SwizZzle Fish (hahaha hi)
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| Yea, Funk Volume (what? Yup)
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| Its Funk Volume (ha, yup)
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| Its Funk Volume (uh, naw)
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| FV motherfucker (hoo-hoo) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jungle Bash, artist - Hopsin. Album song Knock Madness, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп