Or ruby Hummer 'cause a few bitches is comin' with me Or break down slowly I'm stallin' off in the stick shift Mwah, give my rims a kiss, they got big
nerve to call me crazy Tappin' all my telephones, questioning my lady's But I trained them every summer Hope to ball and never fumble, survive in the jungle
u know u wanna be my lady and you know I'm intoxicated yep I smoke an drink that grade A And um I like to tounge kiss that's right tongue kiss I'm talkin
want nigga now I got the bread for (chorus) (Dj Clue) My nigga lil' Rob I see ya! Carlyle My nigga model boy Slade My nigga Miller Jason Jungle
there's one left to die in the streets 'Cause his long arms happen to connect with his reach Try to kill you then, them near misses was God's kisses
I hate a bitch with a weak mind and slick mouth In the crib all the time spittin kids out See me on the humble knowing that I be with jungle It's funny
t try to pinch the gluterus Thinkin that you about to knock out the uterus Cause she'll tell you to kiss her ass quick And where I'm from, devils get
to pinch the gluterus Thinkin' that you're about to knock out the uterus 'Cause she'll tell you to kiss her ass quick And where I'm from, devils get
a nervous wreck of any normal guy I really wish you'd kiss me one more time Kiss me quick, wake me up Caffeine kisses, not enough Jungle fever, insect
real niggas, you know. Keep it real cause uhh, I told yall. Huh, it's like a jungle out chea nigga. And ya know. It's like a motherfuckin jungle. Nigga
love a flirt with a skirt And after a concert, a little neeeaaah don't hurt, Just to hear the girls screamin' out wild, g. You're not a jungle brother
I know I never can Now that it's Gone, paths I used to travel Gone, things I used to handle Gone, once I had a choice what to be But then God kissed
for thought You give me food for thought Filling me up with your love I can't control my hands Champagne kisses You give me champagne kisses oh
sure if she's gonna let her lover survive she put her pedal to the metal screaming that she won't be denied she'll lead you like a lamb to the slaughter kissing
the valley deeper still it goes Got my weapons out, I'm laying low On this end of the telescope Alone you ramble the whole of the world Through black water jungles
In the jungle of the senses Tinker Bell and Jack The Ripper Love has no meaning not where they come from But we know pleasure is not that simple Very
t know what it takes, to make this money You wanna take this money, come take it from me Take this money, leave your shirt draped and bloody In this jungle
' it real If you livin' like thugs, I spit kisses and hugs like forty five slugs Come back on the run and kiss my love gun Got a look that'll kill, voice