The Jungle, The Brother Lyrics

Jungle Brothers

Non-album songs

Lyrics to The Jungle, The Brother
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{Mike G}

Cope the circumference,

To get the duckets

When I touch this, deluxe this

NYC's throughout my bloodstream

So when I steam

All I dream is cream

Wrap my seed in jewels

Stay a brother the all means

ACGO the weather

my crazy clique is too clever

You should know to come better

'Cause we taking loss never

Post the notes of exotics

Take you back to the tropics

Cause you led on a tour by the three black prophets



WE ROCK THIS



{Africa}

SLap you wit the mo bat sound track-slap!

JBs is official back on the matt

Got the Mike G

Got the Sammy B

Got the A to the double to the B

Like Earth Wind and Fire

Never will retire

This time around, ya gonna call messiah

On the live wire bouncin like a rubber tire

Ninety seven

Gonna go to heaven and higher



We known throughout the jungle as the Jungle Brothers (x3)



The jungle the jungle the brothers the brothers



{Africa}

We represent the jungle,

{Mike G}

we represent the brothers.

{Africa}

Coming at you live

{Mike G}

like New York Undercover.



{Africa}

Lightweight styles

{Mike G}

Will only get smothered



{Africa}

It be like that where I come from, my brother



Streets filled with heat

These blocks are hot seat

Ghetto warriors with skills to compete.

Lift you off your feet

Paint you with the feet

Give you something new every time that we meet.

I'm on the front pages

My microphone gauges [What?]

Blastin in your faces

Straight up jungle funk

Is what we use to lace this



we jungle we jungle we borthers we brothers



{Mike G}

Brothers maintain

No joke with the focus

Pop up on your ass presto hocus pocus

Crush all that bogus

Put your style unnoticed

Believe what you heard 'cause you know that I want this

Flow over tracks like boats on water

Have ya walk the plank if ya get out of order

Gotcha, caughtcha sweeping up the street

Check out what I boughtcha - a batch of new beats.

Excites your crowd at the Madison Square

Garden we keep ya head bobbin'

Make ya act retarded when ya see the JBs is on the set

You get more than what you bargained for

Your listening pleasure

So come out with that loot and buy my record at the store.



The jungle, the brothers

The jungle, the jungle, the brothers, the brothers (x 11)

We jungle, we jungle, we brothers, we brothers
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