Hopsin - Jungle Bash lyrics

[Intro] Oh sh** We about to go to the mother f**in' jungle on this b**h [Verse 1: Hopsin] Uh, yeah Yo, you gain some you lose some I blaze like some hookah I rock the crowd, leave the f**in' place lookin' gruesome How you think you k**in' sh** with basic a** maneuvers? (What?) The games fake, filled with more snakes than Medusa I'm goin' Hollywood (hah!) you was lied to I only buy it if it benefits survival I had a busted whip but real sh** it didn't drive smooth I had to open up the door to order in the drive thru I'm so rugged and low budget, so f** it I'm cold blooded To top it off, all the hoes love it Go dumb, leave the microphone bloody see? I'm so cold yall might leave with your nose running See I got a fat flow, putting bars to rest I roll up like I'm rick Ross's Neck Ripping it up and keeping it funky like I'm DAS EFX I'm flawless? Yes. My flow will dissolve your flesh, c'mon [Hook: x2] Me and my boy, we've been on it for years You might get snatched up if you try to come around here Say Ehhh! (Ehhh!) Ayeee! (Ayeee!) [Verse 2: SwizZz] Alright! Let's have fun hop! Woo! C'mon! S-W, I am not here to trouble you I just came to chill, sip and drink, and smoke a blunt or two Slicker than a tub of lube, blow me like a cup of soup Had to fly to Decatur and came back huffing glue Thanks Jarren, I could use a new habit Turn the volume to the max so we can knock it like madness We been on this sh** for years and we still doin’ damage You’re at a disadvantage, take cover, the bomb has been planted We bout to blow up like a doll, little n***a don’t get involved The way she shakin’ her booty, her parents would be appalled The temperatures heating up and I’m stripping down to my drawers Exceeding my limits, forget it, we bouncin’ off the walls (watch out) You’re coming up short like a midget up on his knees n***a please, I carry ‘round sore enemies What the f** you mean? We ain’t gonna stop, so stop You got it twisted like the bottom line Bwa-bwaaaaa-boo yea [Hook x2] [Bridge:] If y'all down with the H-O-P And three Z's then please repeat after me Say ay! Ay! Ayy! (Ay! Ay! Ayy!) If y'all down with the H-O-P And three Z's then please repeat after me Say Ay-ay-ay-yeah! (Ay-ay-ay-yeah!) [Verse 3: Hopsin & SwizZz] [SwizZz:] Yo, we keepin’ it raw, now hand me the ball And I’m a score for sho though We k**in’ the villain and touchin’ the ceiling the minute we walk in the door [Hopsin:] I been the remedy, n***as is feelin’ me when I be droppin’ the dope flow Drillin’ my enemies, when they be grillin’ me n***as know Hop is loco, fo sho tho [SwizZz:] And I still got you for the low dough [Hopsin:] Yo, you wanna learn to body a track, come to the dojo [SwizZz:] You know bro, the closest they get is probably a photo [Hopsin:] Yea these n***as ain’t allowed to pick up a mic no more [Hook x2] [Outro:] Ha, it’s the Jungle Bash (yee!) Yea (ow) Hopsin (Hop) three Z’s (me) Mr. SwizZzle Fish (hahaha hi) Yea, Funk Volume (what? Yup) Its Funk Volume (ha, yup) Its Funk Volume (uh, naw) FV motherf**er (hoo-hoo)