How Ya Want It We Got It Lyrics - Singles - The Jungle Brothers

How ya want it we got it 

(Oh yeah) 

How ya want it we got it 

(Oh yeah) 

How ya want it we got it 

(Oh yeah) 

How ya want it we got it 

(Oh yeah) 

Hey Mr. Africa, this joint is headed 

Man, I'm glad that beef is debated 

I jolt the bullet quick out of the fifty-one six 

To hear my Sammy on the mix 

We flipped the belt, I felt the rubber burnin' 

See I was yearnin' for the moment 

Man opponents couldn't stop me 

When I first heard AC/DC I had to get a copy 

Now I'm swole, who try to patrol my family 

Your fantasy back in the day was to be native 

But now your shit's sedated 

I bring the doctor, I'm a for the remedy 

But some pretend to be, a bit seditty 

Your attitude is sh-tty 

I'm getting downright grimy and grity 

Introducin' to the scene is Mike Giggy 

Yo, we sling the raw through the airwaves 

We make you wanna misbehave 

We gotcha hooked 

Like the rhythm and the slaves 

So catch a phase of the craze 

Noddin' heads for days 

He's acting stingy with the level 

And he spreads in many ways 

So if you want to test the effervesce 

Come along and be my guest 

Yo, 'cause Jungle Brothers in the House 

And De La's in the house 

And Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest 

Ya, ya, ya, ya, you wanna all it 

Y'know 'cause I could give it all night Nigga 

And make ya last Mike Gigger 

Africa, Sammy B, the JBeez 

Straight out the jungle with the natural remedy 

I'm reppin', we lettin' off joints at this section 

The steppin' rhymes 

Turntables and beats are lethal weapons 

And the essence, you know we got a lot like constock 

The Native Tongues are here with that brew for your heart 

We're makin' ample usage of the times that we see 

Tell us how you want it, and we bring the strategy 

So, how ya want it we got it 

(Oh yeah) 

How ya want it we got it 

(Oh yeah) 

How ya want it we got it 

(Oh yeah) 

How ya want it we got it 

(Oh yeah) 

Now imported from the planet of dope shit 

Be the native tongue 

Rocka one plug infinite dot com 

Getcha tail hooked in the thoughts 

Don Perry on free back where 

Ladies love to hear the emcee 

We be the necessary realism 

While you be 

Chicken lo mein stream, baby 

What? Place it in your gut 

Guaranteed, we in the lead to run rap 

Just hand over the deed 

Now Ya heard about, read about 

Be apart of it don't front 

Now I'ma play ya like the government 

And give ya what I think ya want 

That native river to make ya rock with one another 

'Cause in my eyes, I consider us all sisters and brothers 

So to the table I bring Fat jams to make ya sing 

Cause I'm starvin', I haven't had nothing like this 

Since doin' our own dang 

So be ya P, Is it ready? 

To flip ya pattern of speech, 'cause I thinks 

There's heads out there we still need to reach 

True, yo this joint is crazy 

Get's the lazy out of 

Hey yo, Mikey how ya figure? 

I wouldn't wanna catch cold 

This joint is wisdom, kid 

And be emcee, I'm out to get old 

I seek the blessed the drum pattern 

From brand new to tattered and torn 

This place is Jimmy crack corn 

My shit's Mazola 

Your style's kiddy like Crayola 

JBeez be the top dola, I mean dollar 

Study the E-M-C-E-E's to remain the rhyme scholars 

Now how ya want it we got it 

(Oh yeah) 

How ya want it we got it 

(Oh yeah) 

Record shop nine to five with the Raw Deluxe 

Jungle Brother Africa, I got the Native Tongue touch 

Verbal grammar, comin' atcha like a Black Panther 

Check the sampler, the microphone man handler! 

Crowd controller 

Yes, we gotcha open, gotcha ampler 

Shootin' the gift like Saint Nick, the black Santa 

(He's checkin' his list) 

Say what? 

(He's checkin' it twice) 

Ya 

You ain't gettin' shit 

If they naughty if ya nice 

So come down the chimney 

Brothers the vicinity 

Lock down ya block nonstop with the remedy 

Similar to water out the clouds 

I'm here to reign supreme 

Self-esteem lower than them rides in Cali 

Is the reason why these niggas 

Rally around the bull shit, rubber duck, you can't bull shit 

Occupy world-wide with frontings all the misses 

These womans don't love us so we forced to talk to bitches 

Tryin' to ease up in the rises, sayin' "I like the way you stylin'" 

Let me in the passenger while you play the pilot" 

Listen baby doll, recites is a peeper 

Hair fully wooly but you mental's six ether 

And I don't live that so step up top 

And watch the Native Tongues lick the crop for the cream