笨小笨The Jungle (Explicit)歌词由DJ Kay Slay&Snoop Dogg&Too $hort&Sheek Louch&Papoose演唱，出自专辑《The Soul Controller (Explicit)》，下面是《The Jungle (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
The Jungle (Explicit)歌词完整版
The Jungle (Explicit) - DJ Kay Slay/Snoop Dogg/Too $hort/Sheek Louch/Papoose
Produced by：DJ Kay Slay/Trackateering Music
Ayo it's DJ Kay slay the drama king drama king
This one is dedicated to all my brothers
And sisters out there in the jungle
Tryin' to find their way out
Tryin' to find their way out
Stay alert stay alert
Skill for skill my real the real
He say I eat what I ************* kill
He say street to street and beat to beat
In the jungle we pray on the weak
Skill for skill my real the real
He say I eat what I ************* kill
He say street to street and beat to beat
In the jungle we pray on the weak
Let us find out you're not a solid individual
Hangin' 'round that's gonna be difficult
End up layin' somewhere in the critical
Thought she was real but you're digital
You can't act hard without the Wi-Fi password
Your a*s hurts 'cause you came in the game backwards
***** a*s nigga that's what they say
When they talk about you and they see your face
They say ***** say it like you mean it
They said it to your face I was there I seen it
I ****** your little ***** after that
She was fainted
She said she want me 'cause their nigga a weenie
Where I'm from you gotta be quick man
'Cause these niggas out here got that slick gang
It'll happen so fast you won't know what it was
You're not a real one you better not ****with us
Skill for skill my real the real
He say I eat what I ************* kill
He say street to street and beat to beat
In the jungle we pray on the weak
Skill for skill my real the real
He say I eat what I ************* kill
He say street to street and beat to beat
In the jungle we pray on the weak
Uncle Snoop what's up
Concrete jungle silverback gorilla
L-O-X on fire but I try to stay humble
Real hip-hop we ain't learned how to mumble
I watch these artists get in the game and fumble
I was outside I was probably on the block
No real job but I could bag up a rock
I just wanted to hang like Flavor Flav clock
No pork I barely do the red meat akh
But if I'm in the mood these rappers is on food
Randy Orton Louch or Ravishing Rick Rude
We kill the stage my niggas don't get booed
Come and get your ***** 'fore my d**k get juice
How plain Sheek I'm nice on the mic
Ruff Ryders the crew but I ain't nice on the bike
She spend the night she like oh that's what it's like
We gon' let y'all niggas hold New York down sike
Skill for skill my real the real
He say I eat what I ************* kill
He say street to street and beat to beat
In the jungle we pray on the weak
Skill for skill my real the real
He say I eat what I ************* kill
He say street to street and beat to beat
In the jungle we pray on the weak
I squeeze tightin' than a boa constrictor
Doja I ain't trollin' wit' ya
Upload and post ya' picture
I'ma load and stroke the trigger
Joker City rollin' wit' ya'
But they got they own agenda
Have seizures amnesia
Beat 'em 'til they don't remember
Solider I was shown a script
Just molded by the older niggas
Colder than the coldest winter
Frozen for the whole December
You never eat kosher nigga
Drunk a shitload of liquor
Now you got a ****** up colon
And a swollen liver
Known to be a older killer
Told ya' they exploded in ya'
Guarantee your bones'll shiver
Laundry mat fold a nigga
Smokin' on a potent mixture
Stronger than a grown gorilla
I'm my own enemy I know it
So I broke the mirror
Rollin' with my own militia
Flowin' like a open river
Shotty blam body slam
Got a Hulk Hogan temper
Get him the **** outta here
Then they slogan nigga
Bike light broken fender
Blowin' on a stolen ninja
Skill for skill my real the real
He say I eat what I ************* kill
He say street to street and beat to beat
In the jungle we pray on the weak
Skill for skill my real the real
He say I eat what I ************* kill
He say street to street and beat to beat
In the jungle we pray on the weak
