Jungle Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

[Nickatina] 

Pain from a rap cat 

Man you didn't know that 

3 AM, man, we bumping Bobby Womack 

My homie keep all his bullets hollow 

That's why I smell like Salvatore Ferragamo with the diamond sparrow 

A rap cat with the BOSS apparel 

I put my rhymes on your block then I run it just like little Darrell 

Money and dope, man, don't come for free 

Man, I don't have no competition, ho, all I got is enemies 

I turn around like a tornado 

Rock it like a baby cradle 

Call me Doctor J if you a baller and it's getting fatal 

I make MC's do angel dust 

Take 'em to the Bay Bridge, make 'em strip, tell 'em jump 

I don't know why I get high 

I'm so in love with money I keep spending 'til it runs dry 

Hot like a kettle, when the pedal hit the metal 

Pinocchio you know son of Guipetto, hello 

Deep fried just like Friday fish 

A lot a hot sauce, now we got it popping in this bitch 

[Equipto] 

Yeah, in anything I do I put my everything 

Always feel it deep inside just like Mary J. 

Ha, I'm never panicing, I'm bored stiff as a mannequin 

Grew up fast just like Anakin. 

Baby is gullible, as Alison in Wonderland 

All the excuses in the world I can't understand 

'cause I'm a man of these times, demand to get high 

Blow big with my closest family ties 

Ain't no way to intervene in my industry 

Moving quicker then a centipede on enemies 

One of a kind, once in a lifetime rhymes is written 

It goes on, as long as time commences 

[Nickatina - Chorus] 

Shit, it's like a jungle sometimes 

It makes me wonder how I keep from going under 

When they hit me with the thunder and lightning 

its trifling, enlightening, and frightening 

some might think that it's even exciting 

[Nickatina] 

I'm like a Harley Davidson motorcycle, born to ride 

With the force that the courts call the last Jedi 

I'm like a veteran, off Excedrins 

'cause I be getting headaches from these Letterman's 

I asked this little freak about my rap style 

She said, "It's so damn dope they might take you to trial." 

I hit the weed like I'm kamikaze next to the cosmos 

Chopping up shit, yeah, with Quipto and Vago 

Raps like a Tommy gun, watch how the body run 

Raps from the Tommy gun will make anybody run 

[Equipto] 

I'm bout to go in like a movie, but no stunt double so parachute me 

But somehow I feel I survived on a fluke, see 

I have to hit the scene, livin' out my dreams 

Then I said I was sorry to DJ's and MC's 

Complete to everyone who kept their ear to the street 

Then my homie came through with the Al Capone Suite 

Got twice as deep, don't forget, you know how low they get 

Intimidating so I pose a threat 

Coming like a slider, right by ya 

Known to drop a rhyme in on time, and prescribing accurate alignment 

The center of attention, we'll bend a agenda 

To enter this rap game the number one contender 

The outta sight, and dope lyrical white, and watchin' tricks fightin' 

Hyping up the crowd late night, and watching Tennessee Titans 

Everybody just loving because we like and 

I strike in first class light fast, just like lightning 

[Nickatina] 

I force my rhymes in your veins like hot shot of heroin 

You'll got cold turkey trying to work me 

It's like a pad lock, when you in the headlock 

Six in the morning and you didn't hear the Feds knock 

[Nickatina - Chorus] 

It's like a jungle sometimes 

It makes me wonder how I keep from going under 

When they hit me with the thunder and lightning 

Its trifling, enlightening, and frightening 

some might think that it's even exciting 

[Equipto] 

I'm consistent, adding on statistics 

Why don't we cover the spread like the bitch never existed 

Phonographic rotate the plastic spinning 

Living like I'm knowing it's gonna be a drastic ending 

Playing classics, meditating these tactics to overcome 

The show is done, anticipating to roll a blunt 

Baby, getting anxious, hitting and I can't miss the focal point 

When locals say, "He ain't shit." 

Man it's Equipto, put it all down for my homies 

And rolling my weed right next to the police 

Nothing but love for all my homeboys hustling drugs 

Up in your program fucking it up 

[Nickatina] 

I'm in the fast lane, the cash lane, some think it's a bad thing 

Hitting 'em off with the C&H pure cane 

I get stuck in your membrane 

I'm like a pimp at a party when you say "Look at them rings." 

I use a Motorola, to move this baking soda 

Whether it's in Denver, man, Houston, man, or North Dakota 

With no apology, tech-tech-tech technology 

Some brother disin' me, or even thinkin' he 

I got the soul and the spirit of the wrath of Kahn 

Kick back and write just like the holy Koran 

[Nickatina - Chorus 2X] 

It's like a jungle sometimes 

It makes me wonder how I keep from going under 

When they hit me with the thunder and lightning 

Its trifling, enlightening, and frightening 

some might think that it's even exciting