Rebel Legit - Jungle Ba** lyrics

*Chorus* Yea bout the time that i Let em kno Jungle ba** and My speakers go Knockin pictures on the ground Speakers bumpin bumpin bumpin Repeat 2x Yea In south we like got Ba** Make the party bounce Ba** Shake the house around Tell me what you know about Ba** Verse 1 Yea wax on wax off ice cold Jack Frost Back to my roots late night black thoughts Rock with this one to the top with this one Till the whole world feel it and the block will listen Head banger to you cop prescriptions I remember when a n***a didn't even have a pot to piss in Riding in a UFO Down south with a clout that's too retro Kenwood Alpine or you got bose My sub got bump it knock down doors I got that King Kong that Godzilla yo disc play like baby baba Ya sh** sound weird like Lady Gaga Stretching through the outer limits call it Syfy Cuttin corners in my caddy deville Powder blue with a brew And A madam mazell This is how we do in the ATL North Side north side regulator rebel Riding through the city Whether urban or sadity I be swerving sitting pretty if you heard it then you feel me *Chorus* Verse 2 Poppin tags clock in cash sick with it n***a getting guap in the stash Hit the doc in the AVE wit the block on smash Hear the knock in the back of that old school lac Diamond in the back bumpin diamond in the back A is where I'm at where the players sip yack And the ladies get Macked Gc to Dec where I gain my respect what you know about that Annie Cane Catch a young n***a up on a rum rush Insane with the game never tame when I aim at your frame That's a mother f**in gun bust Switch lanes switch dames get your funds up Just young n***a chasing them dollar bills Mackin these hoes from Marietta Alpharetta to Collins hill Check my stats gotta lot of sk** Check my whip my whip appeal Stackin my relish with Corella in my coop deville A town stay down running n***a down like a running grey hound With pocket full of change and a loaded Tre Pound And my n***a bout pay and don't play a round *Chorus* Verse 3 What you know about them amps them subs and them tweekers That Eq on custom banging through the receiver What you know about them thick girls bonafide divas Styrofoam full of patron pouring it by the liter What you know about them white walls Ducking 12 we don't like laws Whip's tinted we representing You can drive fast I don't recommend it Them Gwinnett County po-lice They strapped to take yo life Where them girls looking so right If you got that game then you might get nice This is hot Lanta where we got grammar Is some wack n***a here I will not slander Got baby flows and improper manners Dont take care of kids I don't got no pampers Swaping dimes you dropping dimes Top of the line no Calvin Klein Coming down underground This jungle ba** with my life on the Rhyme *Chorus*