Lyrics:
up we'll fight cha
Well it's a war zone baby and i need a friend
Even the rats are outa town by ten
You better keep your ass behind a locked door
a bad Tuesday
Away from dooms day, bitch
This the type of shit that keep a young man humble
Mothafuckas gettin loud, they ain't really wanna rumble
Homie
ignorance's
I'm gone
I've been going hard now for 40 days and 40 nights
I can hear my stomach rumble that's the sacrifice
I done made it out that jungle with
silence so you’ll want me back
While she’s sleeping we work it out
Please don’t let the tide rush in
Held unburdened by the wind
A roomful of familiar
No
Little boy, we hit the jackpot this time
Play with my brother they're savages
They come from the Congo
In from the jungle
Ready to rumble
Wake up in
I fight back
Put your hands up
Get your wig split
Always playing the bully
You wanna talk shit
When it comes to the rumble you Cannot walk bitch
Put
I'm the type of guy my god
Never scared to rumble
You can call me tarzan
And this the fucking jungle
I'm the type of guy my god
Never scared
cause your mine
One gele for me for all night
I just wanna Dey by your side
Shoddy make we play
At the pool side inside oh no
Sisi tryna cunning
Standing
Hear boulders rumble, building bridges over rivers wide,
With Sands and powders, we shape the world side by side
With both hands,we create a world where
Range
Y'all cats is foreplayin'
I'm pregnant by the game
(Seventh round!)
Some would like to see me in ball and chain
But I'm a child of god
So my
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
on the Wabash Cannonball
Listen to the jingle to the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush
justice in the jungle
Everybody here wanna rumble
No justice in the jungle (in the jungle)
No justice in the jungle (in the jungle)
No justice in the jungle
From the west side
Where the cowboys roam the night
The Monte Carlos rumble by
Under these faded old street lights
Whoa-whoa on the west side
you in Zaire
Tussle with a lasso in the Royal Rumble
Seperate boys from men in the concrete jungle
I remember when Cassius Clay flipped the script
down yo' brain
(Tenth round!)
I could be surrounded by lions in the midst of the jungle
And still I'm a rumble young man rumble
Ladies
throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, "Man
I did that!" ain't no Black Power when your
Baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep
roll over like a dice
You see your family fight, and you need something to get by
Get into brawl and rumble
Drink till you can't think jack
Kill someone
you Can hear them mumble
These rappers makin me Hungry, feel my stomach
Rumble
Surrounded by some apes, this Shit here the jungle
I am the one, bitch
the whistle
I hear the rumble
And at two a.m. outside my door
Must be your memory
Rattlin' the shutters
That train don't run by here no more
No more
No
the underground rumbles everytime we bust. (Come on man) you ain't never heard of the Carnival click (Come on man) we be deep N on some family shit (Come on man)
Man, I seen niggas play that block and get they bell rocked
Cops cleared the scene and I was back by twelve o'clock
Tryna get it, Dickies on and my
Oh the wild daffodils grow
Neath the branches of the trees
And I can almost touch you here
The last place we did meet
I can hear the traffic rumble
Despite how many times I struggle
I will put the time in this hustle
Praying to the Lord to stay humble
Still I'm always ready to rumble
Born for
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