笨小笨Jungle歌词由Andre Nickatina演唱，出自专辑《Khanthology 2》，下面是《Jungle》完整版歌词！
Jungle歌词完整版
Jungle - Andre Nickatina
Lyrics by：I. Sato/A. Adams
Composed by：Equipto
Nickatina：
Pain from a rap cat
Man you didn't know that
3 AM man we bumping Bobby Womack
My homie keep all his bullets hollow
That's why I smell like Salvatore Ferragamo with the diamond sparrow
A rap cat with the BOSS apparel
I put my rhymes on your block then I run it just like little Darrell
Money and d**e man don't come for free
Man I don't have no competition ho all I got is enemies
I turn around like a tornado
Rock you like a baby grand
Call me Doctor J if you a baller and it's getting fatal
I make MC's do angel dust
Take 'em to the Bay Bridge make 'em strip tell 'em jump
I don't know why I get high
I'm so in love with money I keep spending 'til it runs dry
Hot like a kettle when the pedal hit the metal
Pinocchio you know son of Gepetto hello
Deep fried just like Friday fish
A lot a hot sauce now we got it popping in this b***h
Equipto：
Yeah in anything I do I put my everything
Always feel it deep inside just like Mary J
Ha I'm never panicing I'm bored stiff as a mannequin
Grew up fast just like Anakin
Baby is gullible as Alice in Wonderland
All the excuses in the world I can't understand
Cause I'm a man of these times demand to get high
Blow big with my closest family ties
Ain't no way to intervene in my industry
Moving quicker than a centipede on enemies
One of a kind once in a lifetime rhymes is written
It goes on as long as time commences
Nickatina：
S**t it's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
When they hit me with the thunder and lightning
It's trifling enlightening and frightening
Some might think that it's even exciting
I'm like a Harley Davidson motorcycle born to ride
With the force that the courts call the last Jedi
I'm like a veteran off Excedrins
Cause I be getting headaches from these Letterman's
I asked this little freak about my rap style
She said it's so d**n d**e they might take you to trial
I hit the w**d like I'm kamikaze next to the cosmos
Chopping up s**t yeah with Quipto and Vago
Raps like a Tommy gun watch how the body run
Raps from the Tommy gun will make anybody run
Equipto：
I'm 'bout to go in like a movie but no stunt double so parachute me
But somehow I feel I survived on a fluke see
I have to hit the scene livin' out my dreams
Then I said I was sorry to DJ's and MC's
Complete to everyone who kept their ear to the street
Then my homie came through with the Al Capone Suite
Got twice as deep don't forget you know how low they get
Intimidating so I pose a threat
Coming like a slider right by ya
Known to drop a rhyme in on time and prescribing accurate alignment
The center of attention we'll bend a agenda
To enter this rap game the number one contender
The outta sight and d**e lyrical white and watchin' tricks fightin'
Hyping up the crowd late night and watching Tennessee Titans
Everybody just loving because we like and
I strike in first class light fast just like lightning
Nickatina：
I force my rhymes in your veins like hot shot of h****n
You'll got cold turkey trying to work me
It's like a pad lock when you in the headlock
Six in the morning and you didn't hear the Feds knock
S**t it's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
When they hit me with the thunder and lightning
It's trifling enlightening and frightening
Some might think that it's even exciting
Equipto：
I'm consistent adding on statistics
Why don't we cover the spread like the b***h never existed
Phonographic rotate the plastic spinning
Living like I'm knowing it's gonna be a drastic ending
Playing classics meditating these tactics to overcome
The show is done anticipating to roll a blunt
Baby getting anxious hitting and I can't miss the focal point
When locals say he ain't s**t
Man it's Equipto put it all down for my homies
And rolling my w**d right next to the police
Nothing but love for all my homeboys hustling drugs
Up in your program f**king it up
Nickatina：
I'm in the fast lane the cash lane some think it's a bad thing
Hitting 'em off with the C&H pure cane
I get stuck in your membrane
I'm like a pimp at a party when you say
Look at them rings
I use a Motorola to move this baking soda
Whether it's in Denver man Houston man or North Dakota
With no apology tech-tech-tech technology
Some brother disin' me or even thinkin' he
I got the soul and the spirit of the wrath of Kahn
Kick back and write just like the holy Koran
S**t it's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
When they hit me with the thunder and lightning
It's trifling enlightening and frightening
Some might think that it's even exciting
S**t it's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
When they hit me with the thunder and lightning
It's trifling enlightening and frightening
Some might think that it's even exciting
