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Straight Out the Jungle

by Jungle Brothers

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of 455,611

310
1990's

of 166,477

118
1997

of 22,650

8

Ratings and rankings are based on all available critic reviews and awards.

Overall Rating: 3.5452 Straight Out the Jungle is ranked overall as 3.5452 out of 4 stars

Straight Out the Jungle is ranked overall as 3.5452 out of 4 stars

Avg. Critic Score: 4.0000 Straight Out the Jungle has an avg. critic score of 4.0000 out of 4 stars

Straight Out the Jungle has an avg. critic score of 4.0000 out of 4 stars

Straight Out the Jungle Lyrics

Lyrics

Disc

Track

Title

1

2

What's Going On

5

I'm Gonna Do You

6

7

8

Behind The Bush

9

Because I Got It Like That

13

What's Going On

[Verse 1: Mike G]
It's a cryin' shame, brothers takin' life as a game
Growing up against the law, but no-one knows who's to blame
Dealin' drugs on the corner, you don't have to, but you wanna
A meal is hard to make, but you tell yourself you're gonna
Dealing 12 to 12, day into evening
I wonder how you continue to be grieving
Your meal is made and it's time to chill
You buy the black Mercedes Benz with the gold to the grill
Cruisin' up the ave while your friends get jealous
You find out, you quickly get restless
You buy a gun, it doesn't help but hurt you
Because your so-called friend rattled on you
You're in the pen serving 10 to 20
Your boy snatched your girl and put use to your money
You're out for teen, but what does it mean?
You're just a wasted, young brother who lost it all on a dream
[Chorus: sampled from What's Going On by Marvin Gaye]
What's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
Yeah, what's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
[Verse 2: Afrika, Mike G]
My blood brother is bleeding, it's a cryin' shame
Out on the street tryin' to play the game
Formally an in-mate straight from upstate
Can't stop him now 'cause you see it's just too late
He's on the run and he's got a gun
Stay out his way unless you want some
See, he's gettin' older, a bit more bolder
Got his name written up in the 5-0 folder
A big Christmas list of all the crime's he's committed
He says he didn't do it, but we know he did it
Summons his lawyers, fingerprints, bung shots
Lookin' for my brother, yo, he's at the drug spots
Livin' off that cheap Chinese food
He says he only bumps the people when he's in the mood
Runnin' 'round with his crews and his 2-2's
I saw him last night in the prime time news
Shot and killed by a
His birth to the earth was a big mistake
Now, history was not my favourite subject
I used to flip through the pages and get upset
Seein' little of black and too much of the other
(They tried to brainwash you) Picture that, a jungle brother
Read this, read that, answer question 3
But when I got to 3, it had nothin' to do with me
Somethin' was wrong, and I knew it all along
Now tell me (please) what's goin' on
[Repeat chorus]
[Verse 3: Afrika, Mike G]
[A:]
Now, I've been told all the do's and don't-do-not's
My mother, hallelujah, she called the shots
She said, "Don't play with guns and play with knives
And most of all, don't play with other people's wives
When you're walkin' down the street, pay the pushers no mind
'Cause all they wanna do is put your mind on cloud nine
Put your head up high and your feet on the ground
You don't have to be like everybody else to be down
Stay in school
[G:]Don't be no fool
[A:]Don't lose your temper
[G:]And keep your cool
[A:]Follow your heart
[G:]And not your friends
[A:]And some of your friends
[G:]Could lead you into dead ends"
[A:]The other day my father said, "Son, God bless your soul
Our life is gettin' tougher and the world is cold"
I said, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, what do you mean?" He said,
[G:]
[A:]I realise to myself things are gonna be hard
So each and every day I pray to God
I say, "Now I lay me down to sleep
[G:]I give the Lord my soul to keep
[A:]If I should die before I wake
[G:]Take me to heaven 'cause I need a break
[A:]But if you let me live to another morn
[G:]I'd like to know what's goin' on
[Chorus 2:]
What's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
Tell me what's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I

I'm Gonna Do You

[Verse 1: Afrika]
Girl, ooh you look fine
I wanna do you
I get dizzy, you keep my body busy
Every time I get near you, I want you actin' like a grizzly bear
You got long hair
You play hard to get, but Afrika does not care
Because there's plenty of fishes out there in the sea
And I can find another if you don't wanna be with me
You said you have a boyfriend, but like you said, he is a boy
I am the real thing and he is just a toy
Something that you pick, play with and put down
But girl, you can have me all year round
Don't wanna get you upset, I just want to get to you
Cuddle up close and let you know I wanna do you
[Chorus: Afrika]
I'm gonna do you, I'm gonna do you
I'm gonna do you, woh woh ooh woh
[Verse 2: Mike G]
Now my name is Mike G, no need to act stupid
You fell in love, you got shot by Cupid
You haunt me and taunt me because my name is worth money
I give you some love and now you seem to act funny
Was it you got blessed or for one simple kiss
That you could not resist when I threw you the gift?
Let's do this, not just to say we did it, 'cause I'm committed
(Girl, he's committed to do you)
Now you had me pictured as the man of your dreams
But everything good ain't as good as it seems
I might love you and leave you or tease you, then please you
But girl, you're just too good for me to try to scheeze you
The first day I met you, I felt as though I knew you
That's why I told you upfront that I was gonna do you
[chorus]
[Verse 3: Afrika]
Jungle brother, face you like a man
Treat you like a bady, hold you by the hand
I give you a yard, you try to take a mile
You're grinnin' in my face, callin' me your pal
My brothers comin' up to me sayin', "Yo, he ain't true blue
Afrika, Afrika, he's biting off of you
He's tryin' to get over, so watch your back"
I say, "I see no problem, bro, because I got it like that"
So if you really wanna know who's doin' who
You can tell your hos right that I'll be doin' you
[Vamp:]
Afrika
Woh woh ooh woh, woh woh ooh woh oh
Woh woh ooh who, woh woh ooh woh (repeat in background)
[Mike G:]
Ah yeah, Mike G is gonna do you
Sammy B is gonna do you
Afrika's gonna do you
Red Alert, Red Alert, yeah
Yeah, huh, that's hot, that's hot, come on
Bambataa's gonna do you
Jazzy Jay is gonna do you
BDP is gonna do you
Ultramagnetic
Ultramagnetic, yeah
The Violators
The Vilators, yeah
Tony D, Tony D
Ooooooooooswald
Word, Uncle Tom, Aunt Jemima, word up
Bee-Fee's gonna do you
Yeah, yeah, word up
Harlem's gonna do you
Brooklyn

Jungle Brothers on the run y'all, Jungle Brothers on the run, (x2)
JBeez on the Run, JBeez on the run.[x2]
Come on
Oh, I run so much, you would think I'm a bandit. (Why?)
You know why because I keep standing at it.
Move so much, I often lose my shadow.
Don't know where, but I know I got to go.
Meet somebody at a quarter to eight.
I'm a Scooby Do so I don't be late.
If I take my vine,
I'll make it on time,
and if not, they'll be on my behind.
I get there late, but better later than never.
And when I get there, whatever is clever.
I won't be stopped by a chick or a cop
You know what I'm saying?
I know what you're saying.
[chorus]
(I can't stop)
Cause I'm
(On the Run)
(I can't stop)
Cause I'm, cause I'm, cause I'm, cause I'm
(On the run)
[end of chorus]
Some people say that I'm living inside the fast lane.
Some people say that I'm going insane.
Yesterday, I called my mother up on the phone. (hello?)
She said, "Son when are you coming home?
How many places do you have to go?
Tell me please 'cause I'd like to know."
I haven't seen my brothers in a year or two.
They're anxious to know what I'm going through.
My father wants 'em to know how I'm taking care of myself.
He hasn't seen me since December 12th.
My grandmother hasn't seen me since the eighth,
and she wants to know if I'm keeping the faith.
Nanny, Nanny, Granny, Granny,
Please don't hit me on my fanny.
Tell Grandpa that I said Hi,
I gotta go, see ya later, good bye.
[chorus]
Stop! Hold it! Freeze! Now!
Uh-huh, oh yeah. . .
I'm gonna get cha. . .
No time to waste, no time to spare
Just enough time to comb my hair.
Get myself dressed and on the run.
You're anti us and into sun.
Ride the vine and drink to tree
In and out of every part of New York City
Kangaroos on my tail, but that's ok.
I'm doing 90 and a great ok
Working at a job that never gets done.
Can't stop now cause I'm
(On the run)
Now I know why my girl be bugging (Why?)
Because I'm not there to give her that loving.
Say I'll be there, but I'm always late.
Before I wind up in another state.
For Summer two weeks, I was got to move
While I'm getting paid, she's singing the blues.
In a way I'm wrong and in a way I'm right.
It's a part of making money for my dinner at night.
I tried to tell her she's
~Hold it! Hold it! Hold up, Cops coming buddy. Come on man!
Tried to tell her it's a jungle thing,
I'm a jungle man, I got to swing.
~Come on, yo Sam start the car.
~We out of here.
(On the run)
(Watch me now, on the run, watch me now)[x5]

Behind The Bush

[Verse 1: Afrika]
Now, I won't say that I'm a ladies lover
But if I was, you'd be under my cover
And not only that, you'd be under my wing
And me and you'd be doin' the nasty thing
Whenever you're ready, we can go steady
You can be my baby and I can be your teddy
It's cold out there, but it's warm in here
I know you have another lover, but I do not care
[Verse 2: Mike G]
Now, behind my bush, there's only room for two
Jimmy and Jane, that's me and you
Doin' it right 'til the morning light
A ittle moan and groan after some fuss and fight
Jungle love is all that I'm givin
Jungle life is all that I'm livin
Girl, I'm-a do ya the best I can
Lettin' you know I'm your jungle man
You can't front it off, you know it's gonna get ya
I'm doin' this (where?) live from Africa
[Verse 3: Afrika]
I want to be your hero
I want to be your man
I want to love you every moment I can
I want to take you back to the motherland
And listen to the sounds of a steel-drum band
Climb up a tree, just you and me
'Cause that's the way that I want it to be
Feel the breeze, put your mind at ease
See the pretty birds and the chimpanzees
After that, we'd step down to my hut
And together, we'd split up a coconut
Watch the sun set, watch the moon rise
And then I'd proceed to make your nature rise
[Verse 4: Mike G]
I'll be your caveman, I'll be a brave man
But most of all, I'll be a gentle man
Your magic man, alakazam
I put a spell on you that you can not stand
Sweat and want you, it will surely taunt you
To do what you want to do
And that shall take me behind the bush and do me, baby

Because I Got It Like That

[Intro:]
[A:]Because I got it like that, uh huh
Because I got it like that, wooh, uh huh
Because I got it like that
[G:]Like how?
[A:]Like that
[Verse 1: Afrika, Mike G]
Dancin' on the dance floor
Girl, it's you that I adore
Step on stage, you scream for more
Afrika got rhymes galore
Snap my fingers, make you mine
If not, I'll snap a second time
After that, I guarantee
You will be standing next to me
Left or right side, take your pick
But girl, you've got to make it quick
Baby, baby, baby
I know I drive you crazy
MC's know me as Mike G
Girls hold on to me tightly
Warm personality
That's why they get close to me
Try their best to drive me wild
Say they want to bear my child
I go away, they say, "Come back"
Why? Because I got it like that
[Chorus:]
[A:]Yeah, uh huh
[G:]Because I got it like that
[A:]Yeah, uh huh
[G:]Because I got it like that
[A:]A ha ha, uh huh
[G:]Because I got it like that
[A:]Like how?
[G:]Like that
[Verse 2: Afrika, Mike G]
No problem, (why?) because I got it like that
A Baby Bam beat and an African rap
My partner by my side, Sammy B is on the cut
Your DJs chill and chill, but hey, so what?
Nuggets in my pocket, wine in my hand
I got it like that, but you still don't understand
It comes to me natural, it comes to me easy
I just lay back and let the big beat lead me
I never work a day in my life
Single jungle brother, no kids, no wife
100,000 rhymes from one band, that's many
But back where I come from, they ain't worth a penny
You've got a lot of talent, but you fail to see
You paid for yours, I got mine for free
Play in the rain and don't get wet
Walk through the desert and don't even sweat
Play in the snow and don't get cold
I'm just a cool young brother who looks kinda old
Love around the world schoolin' the sound
If I could bet a crowd and get caught us loud
I've got ladies uptown and money on the floor
There's not a thing in the world that I'm askin' for
[Chorus 2:]
[A:]Wooh, uh huh
[G:]Because I got it like that
You wanna know why, brother?
Because I got it like that
[A:]Uh huh
[G:]I ain't jokin', I ain't playin', it's just my brother
I got it like that
[A:]A ha ha
[Verse 3: Afrika]
Used to be a player, couldn't be trusted
But still in all, I never got busted
Knowin' every part of New York City
I thought it was fun, it used to look witty
I had it all spread out, even one next door
I had it like that, so what ya askin' for?
4 to 5, you see, was my minimum
And every day, I used to go and get with 'em
One for every hour on the hour
One on the way while I was in the shower
It sounds kinda crazy, it sounds kinda bugged
But you see, Afrika was the one they loved
So you see, it got to a point where they didn't care
They didn't wanna give me up, so they agreed to share
[Chorus 3:]
[A:]Because I got it like that
[G:]I hear you, brother, word
[A:]Because I got it like that
[G:]Man, you's one baaaaaad jungle brother
[A:]Like that
Like that
[Outro:]
[A:]
Uh, wooh, Sammy B, B, you got it like that
I know you got it like that
Yo Mike G from the Jungle Brothers, man
New Orleans got it like that
New York City got it like that
Los Angeles got it like that
Cleveland got it like that
Let me see, who else got it like that?
[G:]Detroit
[A:]Who?
[G:]Detroit
[A:]
Man, yeah, Atlanta got it like that
Philadelphia got it like that
Texas got it like that, let me see
Somebody else got it like that
[G:]D.C.
[A:]Yea, D.C., D.C. got it like that
Boston, Miami, I know you got it like that, Miami
[G:]Word
[A:]Word up, yo, I'm outta here, you know why?
[Both:]BECAUSE I GOT IT LIKE THAT

(feat. Q-Tip)
[Word up]
Jungle Brother, JB for short.
A bite a bit my rhyme and we almost fort.
But since he was a brother I thought that'd be wrong.
So I let him go, I let him run along.[Run along]
I write rhymes like I come from New York City.
My Dj spin the music down to the nitty gritty.
When the downstairs funky five days a week.
Searching and seeking for the Baby Bam beat.
The Afrikan rap that comes from within us.
Brothers heard about it now they wish they could've been us.
We did an album with no problem.
No we working on another with another Jungle Brother.
[Me]Q-tip, his name, he's into business, not into games
So Q-tip when the light turns green,
grab your bone and show them what I mean.
My bone is grabbed, this is what I mean.
I brag a grab, and here's the scene.
Q-tip,[Q-tip]from a Tribe Called Quest,
Saw the Jungle Brother's album, oh yes.
So get the ducats it's coming out soon.
A month after March, two before June,
It's nice. With Ali Shaheed Mohammed, my Dj who
Is real dominant.[Mohammed, Mohammed]
He and I form the funky Tribe.
If you want to get with it, just feel the vibe.[Feel the vibe]
Me and Ali are extremely radiant.
And to be heard like the horn of Gideon.
Get it? If not you're a goner.
Get wise or get something, cause your going to want to.
Lamp, after you hear from me.
The Tip from Quest my Dj's Ali.
Say it from the Catskills, to the Soho.
Listen to the words they say on the Promo.
To the bewildered,
Let it be said.
I'll mix you up more like DJ Red
So Mike G, when the light turns red,
Don't stop, proceed ahead.
Go on with your,
Go on with your,
Go on with your,
Bad self.
Well, I'm going[Where?]Straight to the treetop.
Eating crazy fruit, so I can't stop.
Squating here, listen to the LP.
Straight Out The Jungle from the JBs.
Baby Bam beat keeps the bass bottom bouncing.
Suckers littering, girls ouncing,
Women inching, girls pinching.
Run to the record store to see if (???) is in.
Remixes, outfixes, we write it, you like it.
Rap music, house music.
No matter what it is, the JBs can do it.
Oh ya, (etc.)
It's coming[x4]
How much is it? 5.99? ahh just bring a 20, bring a twenty.
At the sound of the ring The Promo will end, peace.

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