T.I. - Jungle Fever (Remix) lyrics

[Intro x2] Young n***a got jungle fever Young n***a got jungle fever Tryin' to pull a white girl out the club Cheetah [Hook1 x4] Young n***a got jungle fever Tryin' to pull a white girl out the club Cheetah [Hook2 x4] And we ain't playing ‘bout the money neither I'll feed a n***a shells for the Velveeta [Verse 1] Hey, little n***a this a two-seater It can only fit two people If it ain't a b**h in the seat next to me I can almost guarantee you it's a 9mm Hit club Cheetah, grab some b**hes and some pasta Try to k** time, drinking Henn' not vodka Racks in the compact 9, I'm a boss I hate to have to break a p**y n***a off proper Hey, I f**ed my teacher for some extra credit She work at Cheetah late at night to get that extra Fetti [Bridge] Youngest n***a in the club with a snug Giving hugs to the b**hes in the bathroom When I'm done showing love I'mma go and chop it off With the pimps sellin' Blacks in the bathroom [Hook1 x4] [Hook2 x4] [Verse 2: T.I.] Isn't it ironic now Anyone can get it, but don't nobody want it now Never seen a convict this iconic, boy I run it now I was just a younging, going hard on a bunch of brown Cut the us some cheetahs, sipping vodka tonic now N***a cross the line, I'm a hunt him down, gun him down 12 gauge shotty gotta hit him 'till he spun around While you're running around, talking down on the crown Blaspheming against the king put your money down Got jungle fever with the heater You pull to be a tough guy, n***a you a diva A prima-donna dumb-dumb, and quite the conundrum Your run is over, did you get the memorandum? I began from the very place you ran from Weapons in the hands, your possessions better hand them Over cause the homies acting violent at random Can them, n***a fear the wrath of a madman Of course not, I broke in the game they were forced out Listen b**h, I'm heading to the top, this is your stop Banging, like an undercover cop, doorknob For the Velveeta we would turn it like a doorknob [Hook1 x4] [Hook2 x4] [Verse 3: Que] Done to catch, caught the ammo back For the paper-jack, we ain't playing ‘bout the cheddar And we'll feed a n***a shell for the sweet cheese Velveeta and a Mozarella I got Jungle Fever like Spike Lee Young n***a feeling like Ice-T Pockets full of dead presidents like a grand Bust a ho twice my age My black and white b**h go together like a f**ing zebra I feel like Stevie, I can't help it I got jungle fever [Hook1 x4] [Hook2 x4] [Bridge] [Outro x4] Young n***a got jungle fever Young n***a got jungle fever Tryin' to pull a white girl out the club Cheetah