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(feat. Swizzz) [Intro] Oh shit We about to go to the mother fuckin' jungle on this bitch [Verse 1] Uh, yeah Yo, you gain some you lose some I blaze like some hookah I rock the crowd, leave the fuckin' place lookin' gruesome How you think you killin' shit with basic ass maneuvers? (What?) The games fake, filled with more snakes than Medusa I'm goin' Hollywood (hah!) you was lied to I only buy it if it benefits survival I had a busted whip but real shit it didn't drive smooth I had to open up the door to order in the drive thru I'm so rugged and low budget, so fuck it I'm cold blooded To top it off, all the hoes love it Go dumb, leave the microphone bloody see? I'm so cold yall might leave with your nose running See I got a fat flow, putting bars to rest I roll up like I'm rick Ross's Neck Ripping it up and keeping it funky like I'm DAS FEX I'm flawless? Yes. My flow will devolve your flesh, c'mon Letras de canciones [Hook X2] Me and my boy, we've been on it for years You might get snatched up if you try to come around here Say Ehhh! (Ehhh!) Ayeee! (Ayeee!) [Verse 2- SwizZz] Alright! Let's have fun hop! Woo! C'mon! S-W, I am not here to trouble you I just came to chill, sip and drink, and smoke a blunt or two Slicker than a tub of lube, blow me like a cup of soup Thanks Jarren, I could use a new habit Turn the volume to the max so we can knock it like madness We been on this shit for years and we still doin’ damage You’re at a disadvantage, take cover, the bomb has been planted We bout to blow up like a doll, little nigga don’t get involved The way she shakin’ her booty, her pants will be [?] The temperatures heating up and I’m stripping down to my drawers Exceeding my limits, forget it, we bouncin’ off the walls (watch out) You’re coming up short like a midget up on his lease Nigga please, I carry ‘round sore enemies What the fuck you mean? We ain’t gonna stop, so stop You got it twisted like the bottom line Bwa-bwaaaaa-boo yea [Hook 2x] [Verse 3 – Hopsin & SwizZz] [S] Yo, we keepin’ it raw, now hand me the ball And I’m a score for sho though We killin’ the villain and touchin’ the ceiling the minute we walk in the door [H] I been the remedy, niggas is feelin’ me when I be droppin’ the dope flow Drillin’ my enemies, when they be grillin’ me Niggas know Hop is loco, fo sho tho [S] And I still got you for the low dough [H] Yo, you wanna learn to body a track, come to the dojo [S] You know bro, the closest they get is probably a photo [H] Yea these niggas ain’t allowed to pick up a mic no more [Hook 2x] [Outro] Ha, it’s the Jungle Bash (yee!) Yea (ow) Hopsin (Hop) three Z’s (me) Mr. SwizZzle Fish (hahaha hi) Yea, Funk Volume (what? Yup) Its Funk Volume (ha, yup) Its Funk Volume (uh, naw) FV motherfucker (hoo-hoo) From Letras Mania