Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's A Jungle Out Here, artist - Master P. Album song The Gift, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: NLF Digital Media, XLP
Song language: English
It's A Jungle Out Here |
Said it got lions tigers bears, in the motherfucking project |
Don’t trust nobody, the neighbors stole my mama check |
The mail man act like, he ain’t know shit |
I’m on the porch, with a motherfucking bad bitch |
I load it up, like I’m loading up the ammo |
Nigga talking shit, cause we living like we Rambo |
Gas prices high, so niggaz be cyphon |
Yeah I’m hype, and last year you didn’t like me |
I’m Mike Jones on this bitch, Drone on this bitch |
Buck jumping hard, going home on this bitch |
From the projects to the high rise, and that ghost going bye bye |
Got bitches twerking for me, smoking just like she Ri-Ri |
Shiiit, I get better with time |
Nigga owe me money, bitch better give me mine |
Triiiick, keep talking that shit |
75 million sold, but I ain’t done with this bitch yeah |
What don’t kill you, only make you stronger |
With no love, and living for the moment |
It’s your time, just show em that you want it |
It’s your time, it’s your time |
It’s on you incredible |
Through the pain, we won’t let it show |
So put your hands through the roof, this what champions do |
And never ever let em stop you from being you |
It’s a jungle out here |
Call me Louie Armstrong, way I blow that trumpet |
My baby mama tripping, shit she ain’t saying nothing |
Yeeeeeah, I feel sorry for my ex |
Call TMZ, she won’t get another check |
I’m a hood nigga, I came up in the trap |
You ain’t dodge no bullets, you ain’t wrote no rap |
I’m on the block, gone off that energy drank |
Make em sau ugh, and that’s money in the bank |
Started lil' time big time, yeah we came up |
When I made Forbes, super models ran up |
Me and Boz still thugging, ain’t nothing change us |
Big money over here, put that lil' change up |
My uncle on the corner, drinking a motherfucking fifth |
I done made it out the hood, with my motherfucking gift |
We don’t fuck with haters, in God we trust |
Uptown Calliope, in pistols we bust |
God damn, yeah I’m back |
God damn, time to get rid of these rats |
God damn, tell the DJ bring it back |
Shit I got me, watch your motherfucking back |
Oh it’s a jungle out here |
Yeah, it’s a jungle out here |
Oh, it’s a jungle out here |
Yeah, it’s a jungle out here |