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hopsin - jungle bash (feat. swizzz) lyrics

oh sh-t
we about to go to the mother f-ckin’ jungle on this b-tch
uh, yeah
yo, you gain some you lose some
i blaze like some hookah
i rock the crowd, leave the f-ckin’ place lookin’ gruesome
how you think you killin’ sh-t with basic -ss 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 sh-t 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 f-ck it
i’m cold blooded it off, all the hoes love it
go dumb, leave the microphone bl–dy see?
i’m so cold ya’ll 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 fex
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 sn-tched 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
caught a flight 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 sh-t 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 n-gg- 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 knees
n-gg- please, i carry ’round sore enemies
what the f-ck you mean? we ain’t gonna stop, so stop
you got it twisted like the bottom line
bwa-bwaaaaa-boo yea
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, n-gg-s is feelin’ me when i be droppin’ the dope flow
drillin’ my enemies, when they be grillin’ me
n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s ain’t allowed to pick up a mic no more
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)
it’s funk volume (ha, yup)
it’s funk volume (uh, naw)
fv motherf-cker (hoo-hoo)

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