Wicked
Jungle Brown, Fliptrix
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Yea Yea Yea Ooo ya We get wicked, wicked, wicked and wild Junglist up in your town yea We get wicked, wicked, wicked and wild You know you’ve got to get down yea We get wicked, wicked, wicked and wild Junglist up in your town yea We get wicked, wicked, wicked and wild You know you’ve got to get down yea Can't hold it in, Spraying all over your walls Cubicles filled up with sick you can't ignore, Floor smelling like death from my balls Friday night brawls Lean spirits got me feeling wicked Winners takes all, Who want it? Feeling flyer than logic, I Shaka Zulu your bobo Slamming like onyx She's likes my vibe on it, The junglist I get it popping Naughty by nature Swinging high Above Gotham Hy-dro-lic -flow, boy bobbing like your head nodding, No in-struc-tions, Brucking the function, Junglist up in the bitch With a mad concoction, Surrounded me snakes, Il still be a boss with it Suffocate the fake, The truth is fully locked in, Wild style, mosh pitting, With a conscious He's a problem Deal with it, I'm not stopping Until I dent the universe There's no other option! We get wicked, wicked, wicked and wild Junglist up in your town yea We get wicked, wicked, wicked and wild You know you’ve got to get down yea We get wicked, wicked, wicked and wild Junglist up in your town yea We get wicked, wicked, wicked and wild You know you’ve got to get down yea Say wah wah now hold up can u smell the aroma this the stoner flow beat like he the Noah can u even grasps where he is the boy who took a risk now I'm in this bitch came into the city like a boss from the sticks now I'm talking my shit now I'm talking all my, lookin out the window for my Lois sky high outing for the solace getting shit dun cuz tomorrow ain't promised playa u might get sonned, if u fuking with the brothers ooo bad boy bad boy Kof always on a high from a damn dose They keep shit talking, like is that so I sense the lies In you with my back Listen this the Fab Four they saying baby jadore, I say enchante Gimmie the encore they like it raw raw say Gimmie the bom bom Stepping up on the microphone you know I'm bound to rip it It’s the Jungle Brown and Fliptrix and we're spinning through your district Coz we've bin out, never do I chill out The pressure in my pen will make every selector wheel tracks Even if there was a drought, I’d never stick no snout in my zoogie when I bill that Girl Scout Cookies, not no rookie it’s the real dank 24 hours later whole place still stank Rest in power to my boy Pow, that’s real fam Many man make noise like steel pan bands For the real man who ain't on the lands We keeping it growing like plants, that’s the plans Forever catching bants, linking up with the fam I’m highly focused they're on stand by, Dropping mad bangers 'till we’re blowing up like land mines Licking the shots, wether or not my job has got my hands tied It's only Hip Hop up in my shop though aight!
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Written by: Alexander Gerrard Whitehead, Anthony Bowman, Mark Emmanuel Arhin, Ricky Benson Diaghe
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