Lyrics Jungle Bash - Hopsin , SwizZz
Oh
shit
We
about
to
go
to
the
mother
fuckin'
jungle
on
this
bitch
Uh,
yeah
Yo,
you
gain
some
you
lose
some
I
blaze
like
some
hookah
I
rock
the
crowd,
leave
the
fuckin'
place
lookin'
gruesome
How
you
think
you
killin'
shit
with
basic
ass
maneuvers?
(What?)
The
games
fake,
filled
with
more
snakes
than
Medusa
I'm
goin'
Hollywood
(hah!)
you
was
lied
to
I
only
buy
it
if
it
benefits
survival
I
had
a
busted
whip
but
real
shit
it
didn't
drive
smooth
I
had
to
open
up
the
door
to
order
in
the
drive
thru
I'm
so
rugged
and
low
budget,
so
fuck
it
I'm
cold
blooded
To
top
it
off,
all
the
hoes
love
it
Go
dumb,
leave
the
microphone
bloody
see?
I'm
so
cold
yall
might
leave
with
your
nose
running
See
I
got
a
fat
flow,
putting
bars
to
rest
I
roll
up
like
I'm
rick
Ross's
Neck
Ripping
it
up
and
keeping
it
funky
like
I'm
DAS
EFX
I'm
flawless?
Yes.
My
flow
will
devolve
your
flesh,
c'mon
Me
and
my
boy,
we've
been
on
it
for
years
You
might
get
snatched
up
if
you
try
to
come
around
here
Say
Ehhh!
(Ehhh!)
Ayeee!
(Ayeee!)
Me
and
my
boy,
we've
been
on
it
for
years
You
might
get
snatched
up
if
you
try
to
come
around
here
Say
Ehhh!
(Ehhh!)
Ayeee!
(Ayeee!)
Alright!
Let's
have
fun
hop!
Woo!
C'mon!
S-W,
I
am
not
here
to
trouble
you
I
just
came
to
chill,
sip
and
drink,
and
smoke
a
blunt
or
two
Slicker
than
a
tub
of
lube,
blow
me
like
a
cup
of
soup
Had
to
fly
to
Decatur
and
came
back
huffing
glue
Thanks
Jarren,
I
could
use
a
new
habit
Turn
the
volume
to
the
max
so
we
can
knock
it
like
madness
We
been
on
this
shit
for
years
and
we
still
doin'
damage
You're
at
a
disadvantage,
take
cover,
the
bomb
has
been
planted
We
bout
to
blow
up
like
a
doll,
little
nigga
don't
get
involved
The
way
she
shakin'
her
booty,
her
pants
will
be
[?]
The
temperatures
heating
up
and
I'm
stripping
down
to
my
drawers
Exceeding
my
limits,
forget
it,
we
bouncin'
off
the
walls
(watch
out)
You're
coming
up
short
like
a
midget
up
on
his
lease
Nigga
please,
I
carry
'round
sore
enemies
What
the
fuck
you
mean?
We
ain't
gonna
stop,
so
stop
You
got
it
twisted
like
the
bottom
line
Bwa-bwaaaaa-boo
yea
Me
and
my
boy,
we've
been
on
it
for
years
You
might
get
snatched
up
if
you
try
to
come
around
here
Say
Ehhh!
(Ehhh!)
Ayeee!
(Ayeee!)
Me
and
my
boy,
we've
been
on
it
for
years
You
might
get
snatched
up
if
you
try
to
come
around
here
Say
Ehhh!
(Ehhh!)
Ayeee!
(Ayeee!)
Yo,
we
keepin'
it
raw,
now
hand
me
the
ball
And
I'm
a
score
for
sho
though
We
killin'
the
villain
and
touchin'
the
ceiling
the
minute
we
walk
in
the
door
I
been
the
remedy,
niggas
is
feelin'
me
when
I
be
droppin'
the
dope
flow
Drillin'
my
enemies,
when
they
be
grillin'
me
Niggas
know
Hop
is
loco,
fo
sho
tho
And
I
still
got
you
for
the
low
dough
Yo,
you
wanna
learn
to
body
a
track,
come
to
the
dojo
You
know
bro,
the
closest
they
get
is
probably
a
photo
Yea
these
niggas
ain't
allowed
to
pick
up
a
mic
no
more
Me
and
my
boy,
we've
been
on
it
for
years
You
might
get
snatched
up
if
you
try
to
come
around
here
Say
Ehhh!
(Ehhh!)
Ayeee!
(Ayeee!)
Me
and
my
boy,
we've
been
on
it
for
years
You
might
get
snatched
up
if
you
try
to
come
around
here
Say
Ehhh!
(Ehhh!)
Ayeee!
(Ayeee!)
Ha,
it's
the
Jungle
Bash
(yee!)
Yea
(ow)
Hopsin
(Hop)
three
Z's
(me)
Mr.
SwizZzle
Fish
(hahaha
hi)
Yea,
Funk
Volume
(what?
Yup)
Its
Funk
Volume
(ha,
yup)
Its
Funk
Volume
(uh,
naw)
FV
motherfucker
(hoo-hoo)
1 The Fiends Are Knocking
2 Who's There
3 Still Got Love For You
4 Old Friend
5 Nollie Tre Flip
6 Hop Is Back
7 I Need Help
8 Good Guys Get Left Behind
9 What's My Purpose
10 Tears To Snow
11 Rip Your Heart Out
12 Gimmie That Money
13 Hip Hop Sinister
14 Bad Manners Freestyle
15 Jungle Bash
16 Lunch Time Cypher
17 Dream Forever
18 Caught In The Rain
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