| Me, plug three, the one they call baby huey
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| The one that gets all the money (all the money)
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| Yeah, thats right
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| A fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tang
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| A little something called «doing our own thang»
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| Breaking the beat others wished they broke
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| Bassline so dope that you just might choke
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| Dont bite off something that you cant chew
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| And dont trail behind when Im coming through
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| Fronting the feel that you really cant feel
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| Cause youre trying to feel whats on my reel to reel
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| A tree is growing
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| Cant you see what I see? |
| a white blue fruit to boot
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| We count to ten before we pass the crews, now thats family
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| Equipped with the brothers and the sisters and the sisters and the brothers
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| And all others, with the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs
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| Its the life of riley, Im really ready
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| Gazing at the dollar fill of rap
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| The cool june bugs, the wicks, the wacks
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| Praise the rhythms for what it beez
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| And praise the lord for the jbs
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| Were doing our own thang (repeat 4x)
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| Isnt it cool when you cut your hair
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| And the blood is red instead of sellout green
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| This is not the music for an r&b mind
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| This is flower intertwined with a vine
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| (in other words this is rose)
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| You see what I mean? |
| or see what grandpa bam saw
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| Funk we transmit is unstable
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| One condition if I am able to say
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| (yes you may) well hey, lets get on with it Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted
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| Out the vents of hecklers and fans
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| Either which way they all hop on the van
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| The band, the band, here comes the band
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| The tribe of fingers all on one hand
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| Me, myself, and I are dark
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| Monie love the mouthpiece, its now yours to spark
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| Sister monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to london
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| Residing with my brothers and I learned a lot from them
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| About the group, how to be smooth and play funky
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| And sometimes rated its kind of funky, but its cool
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| For we are beyond the stereotypes
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| Coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype
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| Rocking on and off beat, and I do believe Im right (youre right)
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| Am I wrong? |
| (yeah, son)
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| Dont be mad, be glad I missed the plane, Im staying
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| With the brothers jungle, soul, and the tribe Im saying
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| Funky funky rhymes that always stay in swing
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| I believe we doing our own thing
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| Were doing our own thang (repeat 4x)
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| Well my family sets all the trends
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| From soul to soul, large to loose ends
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| ? |
| and I all my groups like kill?
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| (cause thats where the moneys at)
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| Yeah, the industrys filled with copycats
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| R&b mixed with sloppy raps
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| Tribes like us always open doors
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| But what for, so you can get yours?
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| You aint in to it, all you want is profit
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| So I ask you please to stop it Leave me alone, get off my bone
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| Cause Im doing my own…
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| A new seed, a new breed
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| A new man you to feed the greed
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| A new pair of boots for a new piece of butt
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| Sweet daddy are you there? |
| (sammy b is on the cut!)
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| Spinning back for a rap thats laid back
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| Read to kic back, those get no slack
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| I may rock a rhyme or I may start to sing
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| But still, Im doing my own thing
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| In comes the mood of jungle and daisies
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| Play the same and let the vibes grace me All hold hands and lets walk about
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| And form a cirlce and talk about
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| Dont follow the path that were stepping
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| Truth to the soul is what Im cramming
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| Reasons for this is that the familys strong
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| And like bob marley said «were jammin»
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| Seeing is beliving, so see and believe
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| And let the groove of the new proceed
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| A whole bunch of love, peace signs, and fun
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| So lets do whats got to be done, you know? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Doin' Our Own Dang , by - The Jungle Brothers. Song from the album Done By The Forces Of Nature, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп