Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Doin' Our Own Dang, artist - Jungle Brothers. Album song Done By The Forces Of Nature, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.02.2021
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Doin' Our Own Dang |
| Me, plug three, the one they call baby huey |
| The one that gets all the money (all the money) |
| Yeah, thats right |
| 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 |
| Dont bite off something that you cant chew |
| And dont trail behind when Im coming through |
| Fronting the feel that you really cant feel |
| Cause youre trying to feel whats on my reel to reel |
| A tree is growing |
| Cant you see what I see? |
| a white blue fruit to boot |
| We count to ten before we pass the crews, now thats 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 |
| Its the life of riley, Im 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 jbs |
| Were doing our own thang (repeat 4x) |
| Isnt 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, lets 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, its now yours to spark |
| 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 its kind of funky, but its cool |
| For we are beyond the stereotypes |
| Coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype |
| Rocking on and off beat, and I do believe Im right (youre right) |
| Am I wrong? |
| (yeah, son) |
| Dont be mad, be glad I missed the plane, Im staying |
| With the brothers jungle, soul, and the tribe Im saying |
| Funky funky rhymes that always stay in swing |
| I believe we doing our own thing |
| Were doing our own thang (repeat 4x) |
| Well my family sets all the trends |
| From soul to soul, large to loose ends |
| ? |
| and I all my groups like kill? |
| (cause thats where the moneys at) |
| Yeah, the industrys filled with copycats |
| R&b mixed with sloppy raps |
| Tribes like us always open doors |
| But what for, so you can get yours? |
| You aint in to it, all you want is profit |
| So I ask you please to stop it Leave me alone, get off my bone |
| Cause Im doing my own… |
| 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 thats laid back |
| Read to kic back, those get no slack |
| I may rock a rhyme or I may start to sing |
| But still, Im doing my own thing |
| In comes the mood of jungle and daisies |
| Play the same and let the vibes grace me All hold hands and lets walk about |
| And form a cirlce and talk about |
| Dont follow the path that were stepping |
| Truth to the soul is what Im cramming |
| Reasons for this is that the familys strong |
| And like bob marley said «were 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 lets do whats got to be done, you know? |