The Jungle

Lyrics

[Intro: 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 [Chorus: 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" [Verse 1: 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 [Chorus: 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!) [Verse 2: 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 [Chorus: 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" [Verse 3: Papoose] I squeeze tightin' than a boa constrictor Doja, I ain't trollin' wit' ya Upload and post ya' picture I'ma load and stroke the trigger Joker City, rollin' wit' ya' But they got they own agenda Have seizures, amnesia Beat 'em 'til they don't remember Solider, I was shown a script Just molded by the older niggas Colder than the coldest winter Frozen for the whole December You never eat kosher, nigga Drunk a shit load of liquor Now you got a fucked up colon And a swollen liver Known to be a older killer Told ya' they exploded in ya' Guarantee your bones'll shiver Laundry mat, fold a nigga Smokin' on a potent mixture Stronger than a grown gorilla I'm my own enemy, I know it So I broke the mirror Rollin' with my own militia Flowin' like a open river Shotty blam, body slam Got a Hulk Hogan temper Get him the fuck outta here Then they slogan nigga Bike light, broken fender Blowin' on a stolen ninja [Chorus: 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"