Текст песни Jungle Brothers - Doin Our Own Dang
Jungle Brothers - Doin Our Own Dang слова песни
[maceo]Me, plug three, the one they call baby hueyThe one that gets all the money (all the money)Yeah, thats right[dove]A fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tangA little something called "doing our own thang"Breaking the beat others wished they brokeBassline so dope that you just might chokeDont bite off something that you cant chewAnd dont trail behind when Im coming throughFronting the feel that you really cant feelCause youre trying to feel whats on my reel to reel[q-tip]A tree is growingCant you see what I see? a white blue fruit to bootWe count to ten before we pass the crews, now thats familyEquipped with the brothers and the sisters and the sisters and the brothersAnd all others, with the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairsIts the life of riley, Im really readyGazing at the dollar fill of rapThe cool june bugs, the wicks, the wacksPraise the rhythms for what it beezAnd praise the lord for the jbsWere doing our own thang (repeat 4x)[posdnuos]Isnt it cool when you cut your hairAnd the blood is red instead of sellout greenThis is not the music for an r&b mindThis is flower intertwined with a vine(in other words this is rose)You see what I mean? or see what grandpa bam sawFunk we transmit is unstableOne condition if I am able to say(yes you may) well hey, lets get on with itVocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spittedOut the vents of hecklers and fansEither which way they all hop on the vanThe band, the band, here comes the bandThe tribe of fingers all on one handMe, myself, and I are darkMonie love the mouthpiece, its now yours to spark[monie love]Sister monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to londonResiding with my brothers and I learned a lot from themAbout the group, how to be smooth and play funkyAnd sometimes rated its kind of funky, but its coolFor we are beyond the stereotypesCoordination crazy, but still it sounds hypeRocking on and off beat, and I do believe Im right (youre right)Am I wrong? (yeah, son)Dont be mad, be glad I missed the plane, Im stayingWith the brothers jungle, soul, and the tribe Im sayingFunky funky rhymes that always stay in swingI believe we doing our own thingWere doing our own thang (repeat 4x)[afrika]Well my family sets all the trendsFrom soul to soul, large to loose ends? and I all my groups like kill? (cause thats where the moneys at)Yeah, the industrys filled with copycatsR&b mixed with sloppy rapsTribes like us always open doorsBut what for, so you can get yours? You aint in to it, all you want is profitSo I ask you please to stop itLeave me alone, get off my boneCause Im doing my own...[mike g]A new seed, a new breedA new man you to feed the greedA new pair of boots for a new piece of buttSweet daddy are you there? (sammy b is on the cut!)Spinning back for a rap thats laid backRead to kic back, those get no slackI may rock a rhyme or I may start to singBut still, Im doing my own thing[dove]In comes the mood of jungle and daisiesPlay the same and let the vibes grace meAll hold hands and lets walk aboutAnd form a cirlce and talk aboutDont follow the path that were steppingTruth to the soul is what Im crammingReasons for this is that the familys strongAnd like bob marley said "were jammin"Seeing is beliving, so see and believeAnd let the groove of the new proceedA whole bunch of love, peace signs, and funSo lets do whats got to be done, you know?