[DJ Kay Slay]
Ayo, it's DJ Kay Slay, the drama king
This one is dedicated to all my brothers and sisters out there in the jungle
Tryin' to find their way out
Stay alert
[Snoop Dogg]
Skill for skill, my real the real
He say, "I eat what I motherfucking kill"
He say, "Street to street and beat to beat
In the jungle, we pray on the weak"
Skill for skill, my real the real
He say, "I eat what I motherfucking kill"
He say, "Street to street and beat to beat
In the jungle, we pray on the weak"
[Too Short]
Let us find out, you're not a solid individual
Hangin' 'round, that's gonna bе difficult
End up layin' somewhere in thе critical
Thought she was real, but you're digital
You can't act hard without the Wi-Fi password
Your ass hurts 'cause you came in the game backwards
Bitch ass nigga, that's what they say
When they talk about you and they see your face
They say "Bitch, say it like you mean it"
They said it to your face, I was there, I seen it
I fucked your little bitch, after that, she was fainted
She said she want me 'cause their nigga a weenie
Where I'm from, you gotta be quick man
'Cause these niggas out here got that slick gang
It'll happen so fast, you won't know what it was
You're not a real one, you better not fuck with us
[Snoop Dogg (Sheek Louch)]
Skill for skill, my real the real
He say, "I eat what I motherfucking kill"
He say, "Street to street and beat to beat
In the jungle, we pray on the weak"
Skill for skill, my real the real
He say, "I eat what I motherfucking kill"
He say, "Street to street and beat to beat (Donnie)
In the jungle, we pray on the weak" (Sheek Louch! Kay Slay I'm goin' in!
Uncle Snoop what's up!)
[Sheek Louch]
Concrete jungle, silverback gorilla
L-O-X on fire but I try to stay humble
Real hip-hop, we ain't learned how to mumble
I watch these artists get in the game and fumble
I was outside, I was probably on the block
No real job but I could bag up a rock
I just wanted to hang like Flavor Flav clock
No pork, I barely do the red meat, akh
But if I'm in the mood, these rappers is on food
Randy Orton Louch or Ravishing Rick Rude
We kill the stage, my niggas don't get booed
Come and get your bitch 'fore my dick get juice
(How plain, Sheek) I'm nice on the mic
Ruff Ryders the crew but I ain't nice on the bike
She spend the night, she like, "Oh, that's what it's like"
We gon' let y'all niggas hold New York down, sike
[Snoop Dogg]
Skill for skill, my real the real
He say, "I eat what I motherfucking kill"
He say, "Street to street and beat to beat
In the jungle, we pray on the weak"
Skill for skill, my real the real
He say, "I eat what I motherfucking kill"
He say, "Street to street and beat to beat
In the jungle, we pray on the weak"
[Papoose]
[Snoop Dogg]
Skill for skill, my real the real
He say, "I eat what I motherfucking kill"
He say, "Street to street and beat to beat
In the jungle, we pray on the weak"
Skill for skill, my real the real
He say, "I eat what I motherfucking kill"
He say, "Street to street and beat to beat
In the jungle, we pray on the weak"
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