's that fire [Verse 3: Danny Brown] I fire up the blunt and it tastes like gumbo Hit the trees hard like George And The Jungle I'm a play humble 'fore
man says he can put an end to war They shot George Wallace down He'll never walk around Our mines are sleeping in the sea Blow those bridges down And burn that jungle
bed Swinging shit like my name was Tarzan and can't Fumble, soon as we hit this jumble Tree felt like "Me was George Of The Jungle" Cruising down the
as I sabotage My style's so milky I should get down with Haagen-Daaz More heatwave than a do rag does to a CAESAR Give a thermometer a temperature of jungle FEVER George
rap entity earthless It's show time, there's no time, we ready when the curtain split I'm hurting shit, too powerful for painkillers On the concrete jungle
a sky, a black dawn Put your wallabies back on, it's time for a swarm You that wrong, you get your Timberlands blacked on Jungle fatigues, bulletproof
"How's your day goin'" or some shit like that I ain't get hit right back, sort of relieved So now I can focus on stackin' my paper like George and Louise
getting me hot Believe it or not, my sweater used to the shot The freak of my nature, my sweet, stick thing But like George of the Jungle she had trouble
[Chorus] Man dem down a TG doh got no head (head fly way) Man dem down a Jungle doh got no head (me head hurt me) Man dem down a Down Kirk doh got
s that fire [Verse 3: Danny Brown] I fire up the blunt and it tastes like gumbo Hit the trees hard like George And The Jungle I'm a play humble 'fore
- BACK! [Billy Danze] For you niggaz that wanna trap me I make families unhappy I'm tied into the same shit as Boy George and Papi (E'RYBODY KNOW!)
of what'chall embrace The game wants lames that'll march in place. I'm one of the last from the Garden State That spit like he in a jungle goin' hard
George is in the jungle Knockin' on the door Come to get your children Wants to have a war Come on, lord you'd better run, Be a long dark night before
Tommy Hilfiger Take the motive vibe, eye of a killer Place drugs and arms on drug dealers Satan says "Satan get behind me" Georgio Armani, custom garments
you turn yo' lip down I spin on stage like, blowin mics, make you sit down From here to North Carolina, 95 to South Carolina Atlanta Georgia Florida
'm trapped (why's that?) So many suckers on my sacroiliac It's like a rap-sack, backpack (wic-wic-whack) Give me some slack jack Rap is like a jungle