it out, don't be afraid 'Cause I am the man and I'll be brave So come on, girl and let it out Let it out, let it out I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin'
Vertaling: Jungle Brothers. Bring It On.
it lost it at the city limit Say goodbye 'cause they will find a way to trim it Everybody lookin' for a silly gimmick Gotta get away can't take it for
Fire descends from on high In the shape of a lion Burn the sacrifice of pride And ride on to Mount Zion Fire descends from on high In the shape of a
fire only resides On an altar made from the ground {Chorus} Fire descends from on High In the shape of a lion Burn the sacrifice of pride And ride on
on Now the walgreens is gone Hope is killed fiends are born We leanin on a wall that ain?t that ain?t stable Its hard to turn on the hood that made you
Speaking like a brother living in the jungle I know I was here first but I remain humble Now it's time to rekindle the fire A tribe of young brothers
it Relax because you see, I ain't sweatin it Ahhh Yeah Yeah I ain't sweatin it [ Mike G ] Mike G on the run-through, scoop on the poop Turntables take
do Live on air you heard us say to you: The city's a jungle and we are the brothers This so-called king of the jungle will run for cover All of your
it, and we bring the strategy So, how ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) How ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) How ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) How ya want it
comes after I "What do the Jungle Brothers call it? The jimbrowski" "It's jimmy, it's jimmy" Hook (Jungle Brothers): She always cry when I tell her that I'll be goin' back on
. Remixes, outfixes, we write it, you like it. Rap music, house music. No matter what it is, the jbs can do it. Oh ya, (etc.) It's coming (x4) How much is it
in the place Hold it down, hold it down with the crown Jungle brothers bringing you that funky sound All styles, no matter what you like We bring it to you, everyday be on
them older cats lingered on Now the Walgreens is gone, hope is killed fiends are born We leanin' on a wall that ain't, that ain't stable It's hard to
the drum has you trapped like a sardine You try to move no form of escape The heat brings on sweat, stick on like tape Party's like a ??? Girls slim and trim on
you bring out the pink, well wait, it's ok Yeah, they won't stop it I guess it's alright to act demonic I guess it's alright to act demonic But that'
a voice crying, "daddy," I always think it's for me But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call Every new messenger brings evil report 'Bout armies on
everybody wants from you They tryna Axl Rose you, welcome to the jungle To be continued, we on that Norman Mailer shit In search of the truth, even if it
