Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Geluid


Koppel


Moeilijkheidsgraad


Accent



interfacetaal

nl

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Cookie beleid   |   Steun   |   FAQ
1
registreren / inloggen
Lyrkit

doneren

5$

Lyrkit

doneren

10$

Lyrkit

doneren

20$

Lyrkit

En/of steun mij op sociaal gebied. netwerken:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Master P

It's A Jungle Out Here

 

It's A Jungle Out Here

(album: The Gift - 2013)


[Master P]
Said it got lions tigers bears, in the motherfucking project
Don't trust nobody, the neighbors stole my mama check
The mail man act like, he ain't know shit
I'm on the porch, with a motherfucking bad bitch
I load it up, like I'm loading up the ammo
Nigga talking shit, cause we living like we Rambo
Gas prices high, so niggaz be cyphon
Yeah I'm hype, and last year you didn't like me
I'm Mike Jones on this bitch, Drone on this bitch
Buck jumping hard, going home on this bitch
From the projects to the high rise, and that ghost going bye bye
Got bitches twerking for me, smoking just like she Ri-Ri
Shiiit, I get better with time
Nigga owe me money, bitch better give me mine
Triiiick, keep talking that shit
75 million sold, but I ain't done with this bitch yeah

[Chorus: Howie T]
What don't kill you, only make you stronger
With no love, and living for the moment
It's your time, just show em that you want it
It's your time, it's your time
It's on you incredible
Through the pain, we won't let it show
So put your hands through the roof, this what champions do
And never ever let em stop you from being you
It's a jungle out here

[Master P]
Call me Louie Armstrong, way I blow that trumpet
My baby mama tripping, shit she ain't saying nothing
Yeeeeeah, I feel sorry for my ex
Call TMZ, she won't get another check
I'm a hood nigga, I came up in the trap
You ain't dodge no bullets, you ain't wrote no rap
I'm on the block, gone off that energy drank
Make em sau ugh, and that's money in the bank
Started lil' time big time, yeah we came up
When I made Forbes, super models ran up
Me and Boz still thugging, ain't nothing change us
Big money over here, put that lil' change up
My uncle on the corner, drinking a motherfucking fifth
I done made it out the hood, with my motherfucking gift
We don't fuck with haters, in God we trust
Uptown Calliope, in pistols we bust
God damn, yeah I'm back
God damn, time to get rid of these rats
God damn, tell the DJ bring it back
Shit I got me, watch your motherfucking back

[Chorus]

[Howie T]
Oh it's a jungle out here
Yeah, it's a jungle out here
Oh, it's a jungle out here
Yeah, it's a jungle out here

klaar

Heb je alle onbekende woorden uit dit nummer toegevoegd?