Текст песни Out In The Jungle - Styles P

Just cooling, you know?
It's a jungle out here
Hyenas, lions, gorillas, snakes
I'm just moving
Out in the jungle, it's hyenas and lions
And gorillas and snakes and all that other shit
(All that other shit)
I'm cooling
So I'm cooling, my nigga
That money moving my nigga
Out in the jungle, it's hyenas and lions
And gorillas and snakes and all that other shit
(Cool shit, you know?)
But I load up my hammer for all that other shit
I light up two joints then a few joints
Turn the beat on just to prove a few points (A few)
Show 'em to the plug, get a few points (Hahaha)
A crew full of animals, a zoo, what do you do for 'em?
(What do you do for 'em?)
Do you get 'em tamed or you leave 'em wild? (Huh?)
I'm infesting, I invested in my own style
Know I stay repping the hood (D-Block)
You ain't familiar with my neck of the woods (No)
You should check if you good (Check)
But if you check with a loc that's broke
What is the word worth?
(What's that worth?)
Talking to the plug, what the bird worth?
(How much is that?)
You tryna go straight, who you curve first?
Fuckin' right I'm a gangster, homie
But I'm a nerd first (Nerds)
Smart enough to read up on the art of war
Time is valuable
It's deeper than the Audemar (It's deeper)
Patek or Hublot, if you blow
And you ain't on that shit (On that shit)
Then they might bust a TEC at your two-door
Out in the jungle, it's hyenas and lions
And gorillas and snakes and all that other shit
(All that other shit)
I'm cooling
So I'm cooling, my nigga
That money moving my nigga
Out in the jungle, it's hyenas and lions
And gorillas and snakes and all that other shit
(Cool shit, you know?)
But I load up my hammer for all that other shit
If things get messy
Know I'm Pesci with it
Billy the Kid, Jimmy Conway or Jesse with it (Woo)
I'm talking James
Let that .44 flame on the train for a bag
If he mad, you can bet he get it (
You can bet he get it)
Been in a high-speed chase
Driving steady with it
I've been rich, I've been poor
So I'm petty with it (I'm petty)
Fuck the karma, all I need is marijuana for the trauma
That's the suicide bomber that's cool as the Dalai Lama
Kids see Ghost, I ain't Ye, I ain't Cudi
But the .45's my buddy for all of the side drama (All of that)
Fuckin' with the scariest, you can Hail Mary
I'm probably plottin' like Tyrion (I'm plottin')
Lannister
They gon' need a janitor
There's matter on the banister
He ain't have the stamina
Hammer in my canister
Got it out the kitchen (Got it)
You won't catch me slippin' (Uh-uh)
'Cause the Ghost got the sauce
And you know it's still dripping
Out, nigga
Out in the jungle, it's hyenas and lions
And gorillas and snakes and all that other shit
(All that other shit)
I'm cooling
So I'm cooling, my nigga
That money moving my nigga
Out in the jungle, it's hyenas and lions
And gorillas and snakes and all that other shit
(Cool shit, you know?)
But I load up my hammer for all that other shit