Kaly - Jungle Book lyrics

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Kaly - Jungle Book lyrics

Uh, point out the bounce! [Verse 1: Kaly] I used to smile plenty My style deadly, with the fly vibe heavy But my ma used to tell me "boy sit yo a** straight up, put ya collar down Pull ya pants up, them shoes I bought ya better lace up" This how they raised us Trapped me behind a pair of designer specs That's how they framed us I'm four eyes, i got hair on my face like most guys Twice my age, i'm in the fourth grade, what? No more nice guy No more mister nice guy It's sixth grade now i'm telling b**hes bite mine I don't know when I changed, there's no bright line Now my pants down to my a**, I was a bright guy [Hook: Kaly x4 ] I'm brown mufuka, brown mufuka, brown And i'm proud mufuka, proud mufuka, proud [Verse 2: Kaly] They told me man don't need the best clothes, believe that But stayin fly get the best hoes, I need that So i looked to the big screen, see nothing like me The next best thing is a dude with chains and a V Look I ain't aimin to be what I am not And I ain't ashamed to be me, I need a place to start The captain said I got heart, I ain't plan it this way Don't wanna fade, wanna stay, so I'm making my mark Now I'm mowgli with a moog Haji with a fitted on Raj getting b**hes Your stereotype sh**ted on I shoot johnny the five for what they did to ben Say apu one time, you'll never come again [Hook: Kaly] [Verse 3: Kaly] I remember I used to look up to ya Saw a little of you in me and I thought I knew ya See you looked just like me, but then I saw through ya They wanted me to believe that I could be the ruler Now i'm 12 inches deep in ya favorite b**h And i'm burnin ya books and i'm flippin ya script I wasn't born in the jungle, you mufukas trippin But i took what you gave me and now i hear em singin I hear em singin now... [Sample] Oobedoo I wanna be like you Walk like you Talk like you [Verse 4: Kaly] Now you threatened by a brown boy Same one you would clown boy It's funny how it go round boy Now don't you make a f**ing sound boy, let me rock I rap tight like a turban I ain't m**m but i'll take all them virgins That sh** you thinking, you won't say it in person I ain't got not hotels, no quikemarts, just flows Think i smell like curry? well then you standing too close Yeah i f** with some math Talking addin, subtractin So I get points on the deal, you get f**ed on the back end I'm on that monkey brain diet, so all you monkeys is dying You don't scare me dog, i'm 2 steppin through the fire Heard ya girl a snake charmer, i teach her some yoga Kick her a** outta taj, with a naan and a soda I'm brown mufuka, brown mufuka, brown And i'm proud mufuka, proud mufuka, proud

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