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
Tradução: Jungle Brothers. On The Run.
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
you heard absurd word to the fact I'm a cat, nippin' sippin' on the flask passin' it talkin' s--t but only if you a-- in front of me cause you could run
bird you heard absurd word to the fact I'm a cat, nippin' sippin' on the flask passin' it talkin' shit but only if you ass in front of me cause you could run
shit (Oh!) Tims with the shorts on my New York shit (Come on!) I'm on my New York shit, ridin on the train on my New York shit Burner in the club on my
dimes Singin' lemons to the limes to the break of dawn Excuse me (six minutes) Everlast you on And it go on and on like a rolling stone, baby, anywhere
Hathaway And keep my bulletproof hater coat on Lookin? at some photos that I?m lookin? crazy dope on Hand up, talkin? sh-t, yeah, I get my Pope on And
outcome? Will they do me like Malcolm? Cause I bust styles, new styles, standin - strong! While, others +Run+ a +Hundred Miles+ But I never run, never
get live too with Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the profit My shit is on the streets, this
bulletproof, hater coat on (Chill...chill! Chill! Yo!) Lookin at some photos that I'm lookin crazy dope on Hand up, talkin shit, yeah I get my Pope on
Fuck you pay me And I can't stop Please, what you crazy? Man I'm a get it like the man on the chorus Got my hand on a fortune Bang at ya porches, Bang
it. ("Get up and follow me and flow again. Use my life as an example.") Do it, and see it, and be nobody else! Jungle Brothers, De La, they gave me
a saw de ghetto run a so the politician do it dem bring in a bag a gun and barrage a thing and seen run up on youth on youth And then when you check it
t want to admit where she is from And KC, she wants to run run run She's a punk rocker, she don't trust no one On a South Bay bus all alone Under the
How I can make more for us, whenever I Bust, I step forth from the jungle in fatigues. The everglades, canteen full of liquor. I?m sitting on grenades
on, get down Come on, splash Come on, good God Cloreen's brother Alfred Alfred, Alfred, I need U 2 talk 2 me some, come on Alfred, good Come on, Alfred
