funky shit inside my brain I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain I got so much funky shit inside my brain
Traducere: Jungle Brothers. Creier.
funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain I got so much funky shit inside my brain
I'm, Paid, I'm Paid, I'm Paid, I'm Paid [Verse 1] Give a woman none (uh' uh') I already gave my brother some It's my sister's turn Ain't it funny how
style that we raid 'em in Massive attack we keep it strong just like a vitamin Going for the positive wiping out the negative songs 'Cause brother it
jungle brother [jungle brother] True blue [true blue] 'cause I'm a jungle brother [jungle brother] True blue [true blue] 'cause I'm a jungle brother [jungle brother
No one's seen the brothers with the three shades of tint Only a sign they're in like Flynt and haven't reached the extent We use the brain as the furnace
brother In time (in time) In time my brother In time (in time) In time my brother In time (in time) I said In time my brother In time In time my brother
it down So bustas be wary cause see we represent the city Where niggaz caught slippin is left with they brains drippin City of the Angels, more like a concrete jungle
jungles of the concrete Now a nigga try to set it? He'll regret it If he's the crowd favorite, then he'll just get upsetted Brothers have a fit when
and tossed up in my trunk What! A Bruce brother nerd sippin gasoline slurpies Rockin a rare breed of Sudanese herpies Raised in the jungle, communicate
aim) My mission is to pop (pop) that (that) brain (brain) [Journalist] My split is psycho like Michael's knife I admire your Freddy Crouger then dream your life My brain
some turn bull panic Back in the days, I?m off the drugs like a sonna Nigga pushin' boy, kill 'emselves like no other Kid don?t like Blues brothers,
scuffing up my timbs Take off my jacket Pack the four fith 'cause a racket (Thats right) Freaky fella, Jimmy swaggert (Wha?) Kill a sucka Brothers had
puttin' it down So bustas be wary cause see we represent the city Where niggaz caught slippin' is left with they brains drippin' City of the angels, more like a concrete jungle
triple, quadruple, damage for M.C.'s I make 'em huff 'n puff like mufflers for Meineke Human exhaust, you wanna g-get lost ? Rhymes plus Exxon ride brains
is lame they call charging I have no brain I'm retarded We are not the same I'ma Martian You can be my Jane i'm your Tarzan I'm from the jungle where
