Andre Nickatina - Jungle lyrics

[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 dope, 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 it like a baby cradle 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 Alison 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 then a centipede on enemies One of a kind, once in a lifetime rhymes is written It goes on, as long as time commences [Nickatina â?? Hook] sh**, 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 Its trifling, enlightening, and frightening Some might think that it's even exciting [Nickatina] 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 damn dope they might take you to trial." I hit the weed like I'm kamikaze next to the cosmos Chopping up sh**, 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 dope 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 cla** 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 [Nickatina â?? Hook] 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 Its 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 cla**ics, 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 sh**." Man it's Equipto, put it all down for my homies And rolling my weed right next to the police Nothing but love for all my homeboys hustling d** Up in your program f**ing 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 [Nickatina â?? Hook 2X] 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 Its trifling, enlightening, and frightening Some might think that it's even exciting