Man, my Papa drove a cab, right on Massachusetts Ave'
Had to pay for undergrad, and my teeth, studied math
Black funky engineer, like his parents, had that flair
Cigarettes in the air, 24 pack of beer
He started drinkin' as a Pickney with the palm wine
To turn his back on back home, that won't be no small crime
And back home, he was sendin' money for the food and guns
And while his country fell in war, Papa fell in love
And they end up in the land of Jungle Fever
Too much gin, one day, the bed rumbles
And here I am
Mom, I try to get up early just like you
Pop, I work all night, I'm workin' just like you
Ooh (I work just like you too)
Mom, I try to get up early just like you
Pop, I work all night, I'm workin' just like you
Ooh (I work just like you too)
Mama grew up in the sixties, like a proper hippie
I grew up on Big and Pac and watchin' random simpin'
I was rappin' through my teeth, it make me sound more gritty
Mama tempin' round the city, we was living simply
She put that soda in the frying pan
She fry that soda to make syrup for your boy, man
She bail me out and took me in on unemployment
I'm overjoyed man, Mama fell in love
And they end up in the land of Jungle Fever
Too much gin, one day, the bed rumbles
And here I am
Pop, I work all night, I'm workin' just like you
Mom, I try to get up early just like you
Ooh (I work just like you too)
Pop, I work all night, I'm workin' just like you
Mom, I try to get up early just like you
Ooh (I work just like you too)
You-ooh-ooh, oh
You-ooh-ooh, oh
Oh baby
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