Rell Burgundy - Jungle Book lyrics

[Verse 1: Rell Burgundy] Aye Snappers, Lemonade-Tea Flop I caught ya slippin' boy you need socks I caught the kitchen fever syndrome b**h I need pot Think I need a nature woman looking for that tree top f** this hype Jordan sh** a n***a back to Reebok So you should bang with us or meet pops You do this 'til the beat stop b**h I'm flowin' 'til my motherf**ing beat stop I spit it like I used to beat-box Remember back in the day Chicago Bulls snapback with the waves Threw hands now I'm back to the fade Its Dub Gang but I ain't acting my age This pinky nail got me screwing in the ratchetest ways Nearly registered for cla**es at Dade But that ain't the wave Senior came through clutch with immaculate grades I'm a ATL fan tip my hat to the Braves I ain't forcing nan hit I'm in my accurate phase Looking for A can't f** with us Bet yo chick knows us that's Snuffleupagus I can teach ya taste buds sauce game succulent Then touch the pot no oven mitt, I'm f**ing sick And to you crabs, I'll make you bucket tip And to the lab, thanks for the supplement I'm on em bare get m hair cut and clipped And to the rags, I'm still looking for the rich Southern sh** a biscuit and a cup of grits And in the streets lick lips leave her bu*ter drip Trails of the frail n***a better come equipped Pull it 'til ya muscle rip As the game swangs off like my Uncle Tip [Bridge: Philo B] I can't stay (Uhmmm) I can't stay (no no) I can't stay I can't stay I can't stay [Outro x4: Rell Burgundy] I ain't a virgin, I got thangs to do Young guy but the game eighty-two I'm calm but I'm not afraid of you If I'm wise stay away from you