Jungle Brothers - Doin Our Own Dang текст песни

[maceo]

Me, plug three, the one they call baby huey

The one that gets all the money (all the money)

Yeah, thats right

[dove]

A fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tang

A little something called "doing our own thang"

Breaking the beat others wished they broke

Bassline so dope that you just might choke

Dont bite off something that you cant chew

And dont trail behind when Im coming through

Fronting the feel that you really cant feel

Cause youre trying to feel whats on my reel to reel

[q-tip]

A tree is growing

Cant you see what I see? a white blue fruit to boot

We count to ten before we pass the crews, now thats family

Equipped with the brothers and the sisters and the sisters and the brothers

And all others, with the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs

Its the life of riley, Im really ready

Gazing at the dollar fill of rap

The cool june bugs, the wicks, the wacks

Praise the rhythms for what it beez

And praise the lord for the jbs

Were doing our own thang (repeat 4x)

[posdnuos]

Isnt it cool when you cut your hair

And the blood is red instead of sellout green

This is not the music for an r&b mind

This is flower intertwined with a vine

(in other words this is rose)

You see what I mean? or see what grandpa bam saw

Funk we transmit is unstable

One condition if I am able to say

(yes you may) well hey, lets get on with it

Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted

Out the vents of hecklers and fans

Either which way they all hop on the van

The band, the band, here comes the band

The tribe of fingers all on one hand

Me, myself, and I are dark

Monie love the mouthpiece, its now yours to spark

[monie love]

Sister monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to london

Residing with my brothers and I learned a lot from them

About the group, how to be smooth and play funky

And sometimes rated its kind of funky, but its cool

For we are beyond the stereotypes

Coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype

Rocking on and off beat, and I do believe Im right (youre right)

Am I wrong? (yeah, son)

Dont be mad, be glad I missed the plane, Im staying

With the brothers jungle, soul, and the tribe Im saying

Funky funky rhymes that always stay in swing

I believe we doing our own thing

Were doing our own thang (repeat 4x)

[afrika]

Well my family sets all the trends

From soul to soul, large to loose ends

? and I all my groups like kill?

(cause thats where the moneys at)

Yeah, the industrys filled with copycats

R&b mixed with sloppy raps

Tribes like us always open doors

But what for, so you can get yours?

You aint in to it, all you want is profit

So I ask you please to stop it

Leave me alone, get off my bone

Cause Im doing my own...

[mike g]

A new seed, a new breed

A new man you to feed the greed

A new pair of boots for a new piece of butt

Sweet daddy are you there? (sammy b is on the cut!)

Spinning back for a rap thats laid back

Read to kic back, those get no slack

I may rock a rhyme or I may start to sing

But still, Im doing my own thing

[dove]

In comes the mood of jungle and daisies

Play the same and let the vibes grace me

All hold hands and lets walk about

And form a cirlce and talk about

Dont follow the path that were stepping

Truth to the soul is what Im cramming

Reasons for this is that the familys strong

And like bob marley said "were jammin"

Seeing is beliving, so see and believe

And let the groove of the new proceed

A whole bunch of love, peace signs, and fun

So lets do whats got to be done, you know?