Braggin' & Boastin' Lyrics - Singles - The Jungle Brothers

Sammy B is on the cut 

Sammy B is on the cut 

Sammy B is on the cut 

Sammy B 

Ha hah, one two (one two, one two) 

How we gonna do this? 

What we have here (ya) 

Is the Jungle Brothers (yeah) 

On a black piece of wax (yeah) 

My name is Mike G (uh huh) 

On the mix is Sammy B 

First in line to kick the rhyme, Jungle Brother (Shazam) yeah 

One big scratch (that's all I ask for) here we go 

Well, I'm a sure shot shooter and I'm the big shot 

The big shot, yes the biggest, and I know I'm hot 

Say I'm the baddest, just the baddest and I'm on the top 

Sucker MC's try to stop me, but I won't stop 

As I adjust and discuss all the rhymes I bust 

I leave 'em all in the dust when I start the thrust 

They try to catch me on the mic, but I'm hard to chase 

I'm the ace in the place kickin' rhymes in your face 

I'm outright, outstanding, outrageous, I'm smoking 

Never play on the mic, no jivin', no joking 

Not a double-talker, so I don't double-talk 

Ladies clock, finger-pop to the rhythm of a hawk 

But I ignore the temptation, avoid the sensation 

Reputation's at stake, but I won't break 

I just chill (ill) ill, let loose all my skill 

I make a list of all the ladies that my skill will thrill 

Now, my tasty technique tantalizes your taste 

As my rhymes rock and roll right through this place 

I never fade away for forfeit or fess 

And my beat is a beat bound to be best 

Clowns craze and chase me 'cause I'm so cool 

As I ridicule the rule and fool the fool 

Ignite the party, excite the crowd 

I'll make the quietest person wanna go and get loud 

I'll make the hot get hotter when I start to rap 

And my reward for goin' off is to hear people clap 

I'm a monster for music, and my means are to move 

Guys and gals'll get gray when it's time to groove 

I'm a sexy sucker, but the mind is sane 

Having nothing to lose but only goals to gain 

By my side, I'm supplied with the best of the best 

Sammy B and Shazam which means there's no contest 

Well, I'm an MC debater, rhyme regulator 

Cool creator, rapper, not a raper 

A damn good fighter, party highlighter 

Lady exciter, writer, not a biter 

Suckers lookin' to me, say, "what you think they see?" 

They see a fresh, fantastic, fly, funky MC 

They try to study my style, use and abuse it for a while 

'Til I take 'em to court and have 'em put on trial 

I let Mike G judge 'em, put 'em on the case 

Sammy B, you be my lawyer to put 'em to disgrace 

You see, I never have to worry, 'cause they both got my back 

Sammy B for the fader, Mike G for the rap 

The more suckers I burn, the better suckers will learn 

That Mike G is takin' his turn to earn 

Havin' the time, the rhyme, I'm gonna get mine 

And it pushes the thought of suckers further out of my mind 

'Cause as I rhyme to my peep, suckers smoke the cheap 

And butlers take down my orders from the words that I speak 

Because I'm strong like a horse and loud like thunder 

You mess with me, you'll be sixty feet under 

In a jungle with a force, on a straight-forward course 

And if you don't join the jungle, you should feel remorse (yeah) 

Ah yeah, yes yes y'all and you don't stop 

You keep on to the break of dawn 

You keep on to the break of dawn 

You gotta be on time when you bust your rhyme 

And you can't be wack when you rap the rap 

You gotta get on the mic and do your best 

For the people in the north, south, east and west 

Like you can't judge a book by it's cover 

If you listen, you will learn from a jungle brother 

Like that y'all, and you don't stop 

You keep on to the early morn 

Hey yo, I'm outta here