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How ya it we got it
(Oh yeah)
How ya it we got it
(Oh yeah)

How ya it we got it
(Oh yeah)
How ya it we got it
(Oh yeah)

Hey Mr. Africa, this joint is
Man, I'm glad that beef is
I jolt the quick out of the fifty-one six
To my Sammy on the mix

We the belt, I felt the rubber burnin'
See I was yearnin' for the
Man couldn't stop me
When I first heard AC/DC I had to get a

Now I'm swole, who try to my family
Your fantasy back in the day was to be
But now shit's sedated
I bring the doctor, I'm a for the

But pretend to be, a bit seditty
Your attitude is
I'm downright grimy and grity
Introducin' to the scene is Giggy

Yo, we sling the raw through the
We make you misbehave
We gotcha
the rhythm and the slaves

So a phase of the craze
heads for days
He's acting stingy the level
And he spreads in ways

So if you to test the effervesce
Come along and be my
Yo, 'cause Jungle in the House
And De in the house

And Q-Tip from A Called Quest
Ya, ya, ya, ya, you all it
Y'know I could give it all night Nigga
And make ya last Gigger

Africa, Sammy B, the
Straight out the jungle with the natural
I'm reppin', we lettin' off joints at this
The rhymes
and beats are lethal weapons

And the essence, you know we got a lot constock
The Native Tongues are here that brew for your heart
We're ample usage of the times that we see
Tell us how you it, and we bring the strategy

So, how ya it we got it
(Oh yeah)
How ya it we got it
(Oh yeah)

How ya it we got it
(Oh yeah)
How ya it we got it
(Oh yeah)

Now from the planet of dope shit
Be the tongue
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Getcha tail in the thoughts

Don Perry on back where
Ladies love to the emcee
We be the necessary
you be

Chicken lo mein stream,
What? Place it in gut
Guaranteed, we in the to run rap
Just hand over the

Now Ya about, read about
Be apart of it front
Now play ya like the government
And give ya I think ya want

That native river to make ya rock one another
'Cause in my eyes, I consider us all and brothers
So to the table I bring Fat to make ya sing
Cause I'm starvin', I haven't had nothing like

Since our own dang
So be ya P, Is it
To flip ya pattern of speech, 'cause I
There's heads out there we still to reach

True, yo this is crazy
the lazy out of
Hey yo, how ya figure?
I wanna catch cold
joint is wisdom, kid

And be emcee, I'm out to get old
I seek the blessed the drum
From brand new to tattered and
This is Jimmy crack corn

My shit's
Your style's like Crayola
JBeez be the top dola, I mean
the E-M-C-E-E's to remain the rhyme scholars

Now how ya it we got it
(Oh yeah)
How ya it we got it
(Oh yeah)

Record shop nine to five the Raw Deluxe
Jungle Africa, I got the Native Tongue touch
Verbal grammar, comin' atcha like a Black
Check the sampler, the man handler!
Crowd

Yes, we open, gotcha ampler
Shootin' the gift Saint Nick, the black Santa
(He's his list)
Say
(He's it twice)
Ya

You gettin' shit
If naughty if ya nice
So down the chimney
the vicinity
Lock down ya block nonstop the remedy

Similar to water out the
I'm to reign supreme
Self-esteem lower than rides in Cali
Is the why these niggas

Rally around the bull shit, duck, you can't bull shit
Occupy world-wide with all the misses
These womans don't love us so we forced to talk to
Tryin' to ease up in the rises, "I like the way you stylin'"

Let me in the passenger you play the pilot"
Listen baby doll, recites is a
Hair wooly but you mental's six ether
And I don't that so step up top
And watch the Native Tongues the crop for the cream