Nana Rogues - Out In the Jungle lyrics

[Verse 1: Squeeks] Out in the jungle, bunch of gorillas Keep your eyes on your b**h, she be f**ing your n***as I've got five on my wrist, I don't f** with beginners I'll be up in the kitchen, blast Yungen and Jigga's With a bit of the soda, double up on the magic I'll be turning it over, so just hitting the addicts Always wanted a Rover, but I came in the Audi Half my n***as are white, look like them bruddas from TOWIE You n***as be on the bench, you see I'm a threat And if I back the match facts, you're pissing the bed I had a couple black straps, no need to pretend Back then I could've copped a bimmer or Benz I'm G5 fly I've got more connects than your Wi-Fi Fake n***as wan' hate me when I fly by But real talk, I don't even live the high life, I just came [Verse 2: Sneakbo] See, I'm coming from the streets, coming from the block I do this for my n***as that are repping for the squad My brudda Ronnie Dean saying prayers at the mosque And my n***as OT got the life popping off I got them n***as on the block that's never had a job Hood chicks knocking down the hammers for the dons Max 35s and 9s and big pumps Young little bucks with hearts they gon' dump Like bang-ba-ba-bang-ba-bang-ba-bang-bang Forgot about school, they started rolling with the gang Tryna earn stripes, tryna be the real man In Brixton riots they be tryna k** man like Hold that, you little joke man I send corn if a n***a try provoke man You n***as are some pussies, man, you won't bang Check the scoreboard, n***a, I'm a roadman [Verse 3: Dubz] Yeah, it's Double Up Dubz, I double up, cuz I hit it with a book and when she bubble up, trust Some other n***as know me as the homie that's Whipping a bird up with ammonia, and I ain't the only one The whole team's winning, if they see me rocking a chain It ain't a stolen one, no, he didn't n***a, stop grabbing your balls up like you own a gun It's all bullsh** like Pokémon I've got the 9, 9, you could get a hole in one f**ing with some n***as that Obi like Kenobi Wan I'm feeling cozy with a roley on Get the naughty 40 oughty out, sporty clothing on I bet you that I sort 'em out when it's going wrong And that's word to this beat that I'm flowing on D&G jeans with the sewing on, shower man They don't know a man [Verse 4: Stormzy] n***as got me paro, I ain't saying where I'm going Be a man and pay your debt, you better pay 'em what you're owing Super Saiyan in the flesh, it's kinda crazy how we blowing Used to look up out my window, I was praying that it's snowing That was Christmas, had a PS2 up in my wishlist Opened up my boxes, saw some socks like "mum, what is this?" Chilling up in sixes, n***a, mind your business Boy was talking crud so you might end up as a witness That's some other sh**, I ain't bussing guns but yeah, my brothers is Check one, Stormz just spazzed, live coverage The fire that I'm coming with, you ain't really keeping up You ain't really f**ing with, come and take a seat with us Nah, furthermore, stay there, you ain't got a plate here n***as is my sons, Imma put 'em into daycare Tell 'em n***as "stay clear, this ain't what you want This is real life, you're just spitting on a song", word [Verse 5: Mr Bigz] Dining in my home up in the country With some pikeys that'll tell you it's a pony for a pumpy Ballsy cause I'm comfy but I'm frowning cuh my people dying So I'mma grab the track and pound it till the beat is crying Vermin are stressing, I yearn for aggression Burn like a Wesson, I'm serving attention, purging this urban depression Learnt the profession for some box-fitters, block-flippers Mob figures, talking some top wiggers who drop hitters All my thugs pimp quick If a chick wanna bone, tell a dumb b**h sit Cause I run this sh**, train 'em like a track meet I'm presidential so it's brain up in the back seat Ugh, Kennedy sh** If a spitter think he's sick, then my remedy's quit This is therapy, b**h, I put the halt to a clown Big cash, big back, we're the talk of the town I'm out