Que - Jungle Fever lyrics

[Intro x2] Young n***a got jungle fever Young n***a got jungle fever Tryin' to pull a white girl out the club Cheetah [Hook1 x4] Young n***a got jungle fever Tryin' to pull a white girl out the club Cheetah [Hook2 x4] And we ain't playing ‘bout the money neither I'll feed a n***a shells for the Velveeta [Verse 1] Hey, little n***a this a two-seater It can only fit two people If it ain't a b**h in the seat next to me I can almost guarantee you it's a 9mm Hit club Cheetah, grab some b**hes and some pasta Try to k** time, drinking Henn' not vodka Racks in the compact 9, I'm a boss I hate to have to break a p**y n***a off proper Hey, I f**ed my teacher for some extra credit She work at Cheetah late at night to get that extra Fetti [Bridge] Youngest n***a in the club with a snug Giving hugs to the b**hes in the bathroom When I'm done showing love I'mma go and chop it off With the pimps sellin' Blacks in the bathroom [Hook1 x4] [Hook2 x4] [Verse 2] Done to catch, caught the ammo back For the pepperjack, we ain't playing ‘bout the cheddar And we'll feed a n***a shell for the sweet cheese Velveeta and a Mozarella I got Jungle Fever like Spike Lee Young n***a feeling like Ice-T Pockets full of dead presidents like a grand Bust a ho twice my age My black and white b**h go together like a f**ing zebra I feel like Stevie, I can't help it I got jungle fever [Hook1 x4] [Hook2 x4] [Bridge] [Outro x4] Young n***a got jungle fever Young n***a got jungle fever Tryin' to pull a white girl out the club Cheetah