Letras:
Fight Like Lions Well Well Well

Well, well, well Look who?s got some street cred Too bad the street is dead My clothes mismatch from my shirts to my slacks But the only bad taste I?ve

see cops behind me Well fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, and they can not stop me So I will be drivin' like Ricky Bobby It's my perrogative like Whitney'

back into place If you don't think so you can suck my bone Cuz I tried tellin ya man, I'm not alone [Chorus 2x] Well I like to hang with Tall Jess

Lagenament, got the heart of the biggest lion Confident like fuck em all pull out my dick and ride it My flow sick, so sick, it's like my shit is dyin

start epidamizin' Laginament, got the heart of the biggest lion Confident like fuck em all pull out my dick and ride it My flow sick, so sick, it's like

? You better fear T.R., the super S-T-A-R, like a Czar In control, by far Cruisin, like a Benz or a Jaguar Boss your Audi, like John Gotti So like my

deh streets,) (yeh! No 'ave got shoes, sleepin' on deh col' concrete.) Chorus: In the jungle the cardboard jungle the lion sleeps tonight, (dis is serious!) in the jungle the cardboard jungle the lion

Hit the bricks hit the lions and wow, there go them bricks Slide through the hood sittin' on some big wheels Niggaz coppin' white and turn flips like

scrapped with lions, hiberated with polar bears Hope I don't play with baking soda in my older years Mantles'll sit up like hill, I'd have to fold my