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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, joint is headed
Man, I'm glad that is debated
I jolt the quick out of the fifty-one six
To my Sammy on the mix

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

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

But some to be, a bit seditty
attitude is sh-tty
I'm getting downright and grity
Introducin' to the scene is Giggy

Yo, we sling the raw the airwaves
We you wanna misbehave
We gotcha
the rhythm and the slaves

So catch a of the craze
Noddin' heads for
He's stingy with the level
And he spreads in ways

So if you to test the effervesce
Come along and be my
Yo, Jungle Brothers 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 Mike Gigger

Africa, Sammy B, the
Straight out the jungle the natural remedy
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 with that brew for heart
We're makin' 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 imported from the planet of shit
Be the tongue
one plug infinite dot com
Getcha tail hooked in the

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

Chicken lo stream, baby
What? it in your gut
Guaranteed, we in the to run rap
hand over the deed

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

That river to make ya rock with one another
'Cause in my eyes, I consider us all sisters and
So to the table I bring Fat jams to make ya
Cause I'm starvin', I had nothing like this

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

True, yo this joint is
Get's the out of
Hey yo, how ya figure?
I wouldn't wanna cold
This is wisdom, kid

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

My Mazola
Your style's kiddy Crayola
JBeez be the top dola, I dollar
Study the E-M-C-E-E's to remain the scholars

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

Record nine to five with the Raw Deluxe
Jungle Brother Africa, I got the Native touch
Verbal grammar, comin' atcha a Black Panther
the sampler, the microphone man handler!
Crowd

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

You gettin' shit
If they naughty if ya
So come the chimney
Brothers the
Lock down ya block nonstop with the

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

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

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