| Welcome to the jungle or the psycho ward
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| 21 gun salute give me the hottest mike award
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| Don’t get too close because it might go off
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| David vs Goliath bigger than Microsoft
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| You know that type of talk
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| Will get the ladies so wet they puttin dipers on
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| But no R. Kelly all fruits ripe ya' know
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| Just guava jelly love your cellulites and all
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| (Kunley)
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| Ohh, sane way we do it a yard
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| We make the gal them wiggle’n juggle like a battery we charge
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| A we no fraud pure gal a rush at di Ward oh Lord
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| We make you call the national guard, give we applauds
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| We rockin' it from yard to abroad
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| You diss Mean Dawg run you over with a Honda Accord
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| And check Maud, the bitch shouldn’t diss me dawg
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| You get a triangle nozzle, well big and broad
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| In the jungle where the riddims play
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| Loud drums and bass hot women stay
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| In the jungle where the city prey
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| On the weak in the street can’t live this way
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| In the jungle where the riddims play
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| Loud drums and bass hot women stay
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| In the jungle where the fassys prey
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| On the weak in the street can’t live this way
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| (Promoe)
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| Righteousness and vibes we a full of
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| People hear the first two lines and be like pull up!
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| Then I come back again
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| 5000 people outside the club pack ‘em in
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| Greetin' my pepole with peace, what’s happenin'?
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| I’m so happy to be here you look ravishin'
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| Please, done the violence no more blood splatterin'
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| Looptroop love bigger than drug trafficin'
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| (Suku)
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| Pack it up pack it in, now let me begin
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| Mek me grab the mike and put down this bottle of gin
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| Huh, serious as a judge cus we no? |
| Laugh and a grin
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| Crazyness within, we mash up any riddim we’re given
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| We make the gal them all a whine and a spin
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| Them panty wet up when them hear any song when we sing
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| Bad man a give them every steady mobbing
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| So when the music a pump it keep my heart throbbing
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| (Kunley)
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| Yo Pee what’s the haps like? |
| Really how you feeling?
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| (Promoe) Shiie, just like last night — chillin' like a villain
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| I’m home alone sippin on the woda homes
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| If I had one I’m switchin' off the vodafone
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| In a focused mode
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| Flows ridiculous roller coast to coast
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| I propose a toast to the hottest emcee
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| Roots, drink the whole damn bottle it’s me! |