The Jungle Brothers - Braggin' & Boastin' lyrics

Sammy B is on the cut Sammy B is on the cut Sammy B is on the cut Sammy B Ha hah, one two (one two, one two) How we gonna do this? What we have here (ya) Is the Jungle Brothers (yeah) On a black piece of wax (yeah) My name is Mike G (uh huh) On the mix is Sammy B First in line to kick the rhyme, Jungle Brother (Shazam) yeah One big scratch (that's all I ask for) here we go Well, I'm a sure shot shooter and I'm the big shot The big shot, yes the biggest, and I know I'm hot Say I'm the baddest, just the baddest and I'm on the top s**er MC's try to stop me, but I won't stop As I adjust and discuss all the rhymes I bust I leave 'em all in the dust when I start the thrust They try to catch me on the mic, but I'm hard to chase I'm the ace in the place kickin' rhymes in your face I'm outright, outstanding, outrageous, I'm smoking Never play on the mic, no jivin', no joking Not a double-talker, so I don't double-talk Ladies clock, finger-pop to the rhythm of a hawk But I ignore the temptation, avoid the sensation Reputation's at stake, but I won't break I just chill (ill) ill, let loose all my sk** I make a list of all the ladies that my sk** will thrill Now, my tasty technique tantalizes your taste As my rhymes rock and roll right through this place I never fade away for forfeit or fess And my beat is a beat bound to be best Clowns craze and chase me 'cause I'm so cool As I ridicule the rule and fool the fool Ignite the party, excite the crowd I'll make the quietest person wanna go and get loud I'll make the hot get hotter when I start to rap And my reward for goin' off is to hear people clap I'm a monster for music, and my means are to move Guys and gals'll get gray when it's time to groove I'm a s**y s**er, but the mind is sane Having nothing to lose but only goals to gain By my side, I'm supplied with the best of the best Sammy B and Shazam which means there's no contest Well, I'm an MC debater, rhyme regulator Cool creator, rapper, not a raper A damn good fighter, party highlighter Lady exciter, writer, not a biter s**ers lookin' to me, say, "what you think they see?" They see a fresh, fantastic, fly, funky MC They try to study my style, use and abuse it for a while 'Til I take 'em to court and have 'em put on trial I let Mike G judge 'em, put 'em on the case Sammy B, you be my lawyer to put 'em to disgrace You see, I never have to worry, 'cause they both got my back Sammy B for the fader, Mike G for the rap The more s**ers I burn, the better s**ers will learn That Mike G is takin' his turn to earn Havin' the time, the rhyme, I'm gonna get mine And it pushes the thought of s**ers further out of my mind 'Cause as I rhyme to my peep, s**ers smoke the cheap And butlers take down my orders from the words that I speak Because I'm strong like a horse and loud like thunder You mess with me, you'll be sixty feet under In a jungle with a force, on a straight-forward course And if you don't join the jungle, you should feel remorse (yeah) Ah yeah, yes yes y'all and you don't stop You keep on to the break of dawn You keep on to the break of dawn You gotta be on time when you bust your rhyme And you can't be wack when you rap the rap You gotta get on the mic and do your best For the people in the north, south, east and west Like you can't judge a book by it's cover If you listen, you will learn from a jungle brother Like that y'all, and you don't stop You keep on to the early morn Hey yo, I'm outta here