Like A Jungle (Letra)

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Hand me one of them thangs killed john wayne
D.e.a. back in this bitch, hmm-hmm, va-rooom

[e-40]
Hah hah hah hah, fuck around with this nigga bosko
He stay mobbin..
Shall we spit some saliva? spit some saliva

In and out of the traffic
Sparkin up a bunch of commotion and static it’s a habit
Bloated twasted loaded tilted when i roll it
Like the steering wheel on my deville when i first drove it
Who the caviest and the savviest (?) strikin like a pack of matches
Blood alcohol, lookin like above average
Money tall player, papered up, ghettofabulous
You can ball too pimpin just be about your cabbage
I don’t need no iron i’m already creased
Pistol-whip a bitch with my mouthpiece, paid for hoe
On my car, fuckin lease
Strikin through your neighborhood, disturbin peace
Boogie green cutlass with the gold feets
Same colored tint with the bucket seats, beatch!
All my wife i was raised around killers
Boy i tell ya – these monkeys don’t wanna see no gorillas

[chorus one]
It’s like a jungle – it’s like a jungle sometimes
It’s like a jungle – it’s like a jungle sometimes
It’s like a jungle –
You know a sea serpent snake in the grass can post up lies
It’s like a jungle – it’s like a jungle sometimes
It’s like a jungle – it’s like a jungle sometimes
It’s like a jungle –
We play for keeps, so nigga if you feel froggish leap!
Leap nigga! beotch!

[young mugzi]
Chest splitter, game spitter, go getter
I stay busy like mighty joe, the go-rilla
One hitter quitters if you’re it, bump my feet nigga
I hit the turf, knockin off wall pictures
Nowadays niggaz can get arrested for reckless dressin, attempt to pimp
But they don’t know a broke horse
And don’t know how money makes a pimp pimp
See i’m like a pimp, i got to be about means
Twinkied out, with a car full of tv screens
I mean i’m mean, i boss up for the green
Hit the scene, and check my runners bout my cream
One-eighteen, haters wanna cross my dream
Handicap me, shoot me in the spleen

[chorus two]
It’s like a jungle – it’s like a jungle sometimes
It’s like a jungle – it’s like a jungle sometimes
It’s like a jungle –
If you see me in a fight in the forest with a bear
Don’t help me nigga help the bear.. don’t help me nigga help the bear!
It’s like a jungle – it’s like a jungle sometimes
It’s like a jungle – it’s like a jungle sometimes
It’s like a jungle –
Boy i tell ya, these monkeys don’t wanna see no gorillas
See no gorillas

[e-40]
Man potnah you ain’t from ‘round here, you ain’t got no pass
Oh you with 40-water, we can go ‘head and let you go
But next time, it’s yo’ ass
Lick you for yo’ cash, get you for what you got
Cause triflin on this side of the soil
That’s all we do is plot
Seen it, lived it, did it, been in it, done it
Cooked it, shucked it, sold it, couple hundred
Units a month, dirty white girl
Baby powder, china white, step-mother pearl
I’m out of weed, i’m losin my focus (focus)
Ash tray full of doobies and roaches (roaches)
In the parking lot rollin a blunt (blunt)
In the middle of some funk
Dudes got to dumpin bitches, haulin ass (ass)
Takin off they pumps, fallin in the grass (grass)
Cowards flyin everywhere, fools gettin glassed
While i’m sittin in my cut’ thang, tryin to play
They fuckin up my shit

[chorus one]

[outro – sung]
Be about your paper bro, don’t hate on mine
It’s like a jungle sometimes..
Gorilla pimpin ain’t easy, but i’m steady on the grind
It’s like a jungle sometimes, yeah yeah yeah yeah,
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah..
It’s like a jungle sometimes.. yeah yeah yeah yeah,
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
It’s like a jungle sometimes.. yeah yeah yeah yeah,
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
It’s like a jungle sometimes.. yeah yeah yeah yeah,
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
It’s like a jungle sometimes..

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Like A Jungle (Letra)

C-murder

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I’m here to let the whole world know i’m hard to control.
You can’t conquer my soul.
Bossalinie, a living legend.
With physical evidence of a world full of curroption and greed.

Chorus
It’s like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder
How i keep from going under, i keep from going under x2

Random deaths on the block, young nigga packin glocks
Picture me a tru nigga, visualizing fools dying quicker
Murder murder’s in the heart of every killer
Take a look into his eyes, it’s evidence of a homocide
Life’s get tooken faster then the egg leave the womb
Consider me in danger cause i know i’m dying soon
Twenty five years incarceration if i pull it
Bring the yellow tape, niggas can’t overcome my bullet
Went to jail tryin to get paid, still on my rampage
Jump behind some bushes, dodging cops, another close shave
I’m bumpin heads with the reaper on a daily basis
Can’t sleep with nightmares of dead faces
Fuck the man in the mirror, i don’t trust him
Check his weapon, he’s ashamed, got his boy blood on a muzzle
That’s why i turn my head and leave him lonely
He phony, he got the whole hood waitin on his ceremony

Chorus x2

I take a deep breath as i blaze this weed mixed with hashes
And trippin how the outlawz smoked tupac ashes
My nigga bad azz laid it down
He told me "c, real niggas goin always be around"
Livin in the minds and the hearts of the lost souls
And much love to the motherfuckin outlaws
Back stage choppin game with sean dogg and snoop dogg
And to my thugs in the grave, we miss yall
I give a toast to you soldiers, you ain’t die for nothin
I read the bible, it said every death mean somethin
And tru niggas make the world go round
Pick up the black history book and can’t seem to put it down
Black leaders gettin struck down at they peak
Open your eyes, that unliberated shit is weak
And throw em up if you a soldier, i told ya
We goin burn this bitch down cause these holocaust days is over

Chorus x4

It’s like a jungle out there baby.
>from the motherfuckin streets to the motherfuckin top of the world.
Shit ain’t goin change boy.
You got the eye on you, even open the eyes is worse for your life.
You need to maintain ya know what i’m sayin so keep it real.
And to all my thugs in the grave we miss yall.
I blow a kiss.
I give a toast to the niggas i miss the most.
My thug niggas, my real niggas, huh.
Black leaders, keep doin what your doin.
Nigga p, keep doin what your doin nigga.
And you know me.
I’m a keep being a mouthpiece for the hood.
For the ghetto nigga.
Till i’m dead and gone.
Until then, i’m a smoke weed, get high, pour out some liquor.
Huh, for the real niggas, you know.
Keep it real cause uhh, i told yall.
Huh, it’s like a jungle out chea nigga.
And ya know.
It’s like a motherfuckin jungle.
Nigga, huh, keep it real, pack that steel.
Peace.