[Intro] Yo, just imagine, like whistling down a desert or some shit Don't this make you wanna swing like monkeys outta trees? [Verse 1] I don't got no
Yo. Just imagine like whistling down a desert or some shit. Don?t this make you wanna swing like monkeys outta trees? I ain?t got no parameters This
easily You got a monkey on your back You ain?t no better than a rat on crack I could see really easily Your tang is hungry So hungry for that Nose-candy
walks in wearin' A Napoleon Bonaparte mask Then you ask why I don't live here Honey, do you have to ask? Well, I go to pet your monkey I get a face
:] You gotta shake that thang like a donkey And go hard for it, xxxxx you better work! [Missy Elliott:] You better swing from a paw like a monkey And
Rank these woods Where lost ispiration Ain't that a barrel full of laughs Wipe you arse of the crumbs on the table Where they fall hungry on your land
make me pull this metal out I'm coming straight from the cage WHO LET HIM OUT? Crazy nigger thought he was gone, but he ain't gone Even King Kong took his black monkey
writs open vertically How could the serpant be purposely put in charge of the country Genetic engineered sickness spread amongst me My people are so hungry
Baby Shine Like A Brass Monkey Im Never Broke,Never Have A Cast On Me Always Pay Always Got Cash On Me I Gotta Feed The Pockets In My Pants Hungry Imma
the gangs and some food for the hungry On Kerry nuts, he look at you like a monkey You MC's on that old slavery path The Bushs'll look at yo' ass and
my seed, May I lead you into no greed or evil In the categories of stories I breed my sequel You know the money, blues, blunts, broken 22's Monkey see, Monkey
hungry) K-U double T & Techneeze shocked [x4] We'ze not yo dummies, Solomon grundy Gumbee props We crocodile Dundee's against rachna-pho-beyonks, Kutts off-lee Money hungry
um [Verse 2: Hodgy] I break number 2 pencils cause I write so strong Tyler rolling up a stick so when it lights, so long Brass monkey, clarinet, ten
catch me on stage with the gauge in my right hand, grenade and this leather bomber I scout money, you know we hungry and talk funny Coughing out corner
the jungle I make moves like Iron Monkey Plots to bump me off D.O.T. be on the hunt for me We stay hungry, for money drugs and guns Ones who fake get
it And I just reply "I try" They know just where my head is Where my head is where I'm headed is the sky The game was hungry and these monkeys just fedded
