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

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

Now I'm swole, who try to patrol my
Your back in the day was to be native
But now your shit's
I the doctor, I'm a for the remedy

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

Yo, we sling the raw through the
We make you misbehave
We hooked
Like the and the slaves

So catch a of the craze
heads for days
He's acting stingy with the
And he spreads in many

So if you want to test the
along and be my guest
Yo, Jungle Brothers in the House
And De La's in the

And from A Tribe Called Quest
Ya, ya, ya, ya, you all it
Y'know 'cause I could give it all Nigga
And make ya last Mike

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

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

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 the planet of dope shit
Be the native
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Getcha hooked in the thoughts

Don on free back where
Ladies love to hear the
We be the realism
you be

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

Now Ya about, read about
Be of it don't front
Now I'ma play ya like the
And give ya what I think ya

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

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

True, yo this is crazy
the lazy 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 the drum pattern
From brand new to and torn
This place is crack corn

My Mazola
Your style's kiddy like
be the top dola, I mean 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 shop nine to five the Raw Deluxe
Jungle Brother Africa, I got the Native Tongue
Verbal grammar, comin' atcha a Black Panther
the sampler, the microphone man handler!
Crowd

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

You ain't shit
If naughty if ya nice
So down the chimney
Brothers the
down ya block nonstop with the remedy

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

Rally around the bull shit, rubber duck, you can't bull
Occupy with frontings all the misses
These womans love us so we forced to talk to bitches
Tryin' to up in the rises, sayin' "I like the way you stylin'"

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