How Ya Want It We Got It

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Jungle Brothers

The Jungle Brothers are an American hip hop group that pioneered the fusion of jazz and hip-hop and also became the first hip-hop group to use a house-music producer. The group began performing in the mid-1980s and released its first album, Straight Out the Jungle, in July 1988. With Afrocentric lyrics and innovative beats, the Jungle Brothers were critically acclaimed and soon joined the influential Native Tongues collective. The original trio comprised Michael Small (Mike Gee), Nathaniel Hall (Afrika Baby Bam, a homage to Afrika Bambaataa) and Sammy Burwell (DJ Sammy B). Sammy B left the group after the group released Raw Deluxe in May 1997. more »

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How ya want it we got it

(Oh yeah)

How ya want it we got it

(Oh yeah)



How ya want it we got it

(Oh yeah)

How ya want it we got it

(Oh yeah)



Hey Mr. Africa, this joint is headed

Man, I'm glad that beef is debated

I jolt the bullet quick out of the fifty-one six

To hear my Sammy on the mix



We flipped the belt, I felt the rubber burnin'

See I was yearnin' for the moment

Man opponents couldn't stop me

When I first heard AC/DC I had to get a copy



Now I'm swole, who try to patrol my family

Your fantasy back in the day was to be native

But now your shit's sedated

I bring the doctor, I'm a for the remedy



But some pretend to be, a bit seditty

Your attitude is sh-tty

I'm getting downright grimy and grity

Introducin' to the scene is Mike Giggy



Yo, we sling the raw through the airwaves

We make you wanna misbehave

We gotcha hooked

Like the rhythm and the slaves



So catch a phase of the craze

Noddin' heads for days

He's acting stingy with the level

And he spreads in many ways



So if you want to test the effervesce

Come along and be my guest

Yo, 'cause Jungle Brothers in the House

And De La's in the house



And Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest

Ya, ya, ya, ya, you wanna all it

Y'know 'cause I could give it all night Nigga

And make ya last Mike Gigger



Africa, Sammy B, the JBeez

Straight out the jungle with the natural remedy

I'm reppin', we lettin' off joints at this section

The steppin' rhymes

Turntables and beats are lethal weapons



And the essence, you know we got a lot like constock

The Native Tongues are here with that brew for your heart

We're makin' ample usage of the times that we see

Tell us how you want it, and we bring the strategy



So, how ya want it we got it

(Oh yeah)

How ya want it we got it

(Oh yeah)



How ya want it we got it

(Oh yeah)

How ya want it we got it

(Oh yeah)



Now imported from the planet of dope shit

Be the native tongue

Rocka one plug infinite dot com

Getcha tail hooked in the thoughts



Don Perry on free back where

Ladies love to hear the emcee

We be the necessary realism

While you be



Chicken lo mein stream, baby

What? Place it in your gut

Guaranteed, we in the lead to run rap

Just hand over the deed



Now Ya heard about, read about

Be apart of it don't front

Now I'ma play ya like the government

And give ya what I think ya want



That native river to make ya rock with one another

'Cause in my eyes, I consider us all sisters and brothers

So to the table I bring Fat jams to make ya sing

Cause I'm starvin', I haven't had nothing like this



Since doin' our own dang

So be ya P, Is it ready?

To flip ya pattern of speech, 'cause I thinks

There's heads out there we still need to reach



True, yo this joint is crazy

Get's the lazy out of

Hey yo, Mikey how ya figure?

I wouldn't wanna catch cold

This joint is wisdom, kid



And be emcee, I'm out to get old

I seek the blessed the drum pattern

From brand new to tattered and torn

This place is Jimmy crack corn



My shit's Mazola

Your style's kiddy like Crayola

JBeez be the top dola, I mean dollar

Study the E-M-C-E-E's to remain the rhyme scholars



Now how ya want it we got it

(Oh yeah)

How ya want it we got it

(Oh yeah)



Record shop nine to five with the Raw Deluxe

Jungle Brother Africa, I got the Native Tongue touch

Verbal grammar, comin' atcha like a Black Panther

Check the sampler, the microphone man handler!

Crowd controller



Yes, we gotcha open, gotcha ampler

Shootin' the gift like Saint Nick, the black Santa

(He's checkin' his list)

Say what?

(He's checkin' it twice)

Ya



You ain't gettin' shit

If they naughty if ya nice

So come down the chimney

Brothers the vicinity

Lock down ya block nonstop with the remedy



Similar to water out the clouds

I'm here to reign supreme

Self-esteem lower than them rides in Cali

Is the reason why these niggas



Rally around the bull shit, rubber duck, you can't bull shit

Occupy world-wide with frontings all the misses

These womans don't love us so we forced to talk to bitches

Tryin' to ease up in the rises, sayin' "I like the way you stylin'"



Let me in the passenger while you play the pilot"

Listen baby doll, recites is a peeper

Hair fully wooly but you mental's six ether

And I don't live that so step up top

And watch the Native Tongues lick the crop for the cream

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