Well, well, well Look who?s got some street cred Too bad the street is dead My clothes mismatch from my shirts to my slacks But the only bad taste I?ve
Well, well, well Look who?s got some street cred Too bad the street is dead My clothes mismatch from my shirts to my slacks But the only bad taste I?
see cops behind me Well fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, and they can not stop me So I will be drivin' like Ricky Bobby It's my perrogative like Whitney
dye down, Insomnia style I won't lye down, fight the good fight don't need no help, keep your hands up defend yourself, move like I move and live lifelong
space So I can burn those guys Well most politicians Fighting gainst Rasta troops And making mistake And a tell poor people oops See dem a see dem a flex Like
?s Cave I had a girl in Waycross Georgia But she had unfaithful ways She made me feel like I wasn?t wanted Like the bats and the bears in Miller?s Cave
soldier and son Lest you care To measure all the blood And the treasure Must be something worth Fighting for. No? Is it worth fighting for? Flower man
like an open bar, We lay out rhymes like drinks for a broken heart, Heartbreak like liquor in an open scar, So bizarre, roll thick like smokers tar,
Well I like to hang with Tall Jess and Jump Steady Nate The Mack , Violent J and Uncle Fredy Chunky Mutha Fucky and Scott got my respect But I really like
banned me I'm like a dandy lion Jack You can cut me down and then I'll pop right back And attack from the back like a great white I'm not down with the
Lagenament, got the heart of the biggest lion Confident like fuck em all pull out my dick and ride it My flow sick, so sick, it's like my shit is dyin
start epidamizin' Lagenament, got the heart of the biggest lion Confident like fuck em all pull out my dick and ride it My flow sick, so sick, it's like
start epidamizin' Laginament, got the heart of the biggest lion Confident like fuck em all pull out my dick and ride it My flow sick, so sick, it's like
and laugh and fight I would see the Luna, love You look like the moon above There?s no place like the place we used to go There?s no friends like the
going to travel light? I got something in my head Like a lion in a cage, starving wild And I?ve ran out of meat Something in my head Something crawling like
sound of your style, I won't lie down Fight the good fight, don't need no help Keep your hands up, defend yo self Move like I move and live life long
reassured her with a kiss, and like my aim I did not miss and I hold that memory with me to this day. I said I'm going across the sea to fight another
deh streets,) (yeh! No 'ave got shoes, sleepin' on deh col' concrete.) Chorus: In the jungle the cardboard jungle the lion sleeps tonight, (dis is serious!) in the jungle the cardboard jungle the lion
