The Jungle Brothers - How Ya Want It We Got It lyrics

How ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) How ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) How ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) How ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) Hey Mr. Africa, this joint is headed Man, I'm glad that beef is debated I jolt the bullet quick out of the fifty-one six To hear my Sammy on the mix We flipped the belt, I felt the rubber burnin' See I was yearnin' for the moment Man opponents couldn't stop me When I first heard AC/DC I had to get a copy Now I'm swole, who try to patrol my family Your fantasy back in the day was to be native But now your sh**'s sedated I bring the doctor, I'm a for the remedy But some pretend to be, a bit seditty Your attitude is sh-tty I'm getting downright grimy and grity Introducin' to the scene is Mike Giggy Yo, we sling the raw through the airwaves We make you wanna misbehave We gotcha hooked Like the rhythm and the slaves So catch a phase of the craze Noddin' heads for days He's acting stingy with the level And he spreads in many ways So if you want to test the effervesce Come along and be my guest Yo, 'cause Jungle Brothers in the House And De La's in the house And Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest Ya, ya, ya, ya, you wanna all it Y'know 'cause I could give it all night n***a And make ya last Mike Gigger Africa, Sammy B, the JBeez Straight out the jungle with the natural remedy I'm reppin', we lettin' off joints at this section The steppin' rhymes Turntables and beats are lethal weapons And the essence, you know we got a lot like constock The Native Tongues are here with that brew for your heart We're makin' ample usage of the times that we see Tell us how you want it, and we bring the strategy So, how ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) How ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) How ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) How ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) Now imported from the planet of dope sh** Be the native tongue Rocka one plug infinite dot com Getcha tail hooked in the thoughts Don Perry on free back where Ladies love to hear the emcee We be the necessary realism While you be Chicken lo mein stream, baby What? Place it in your gut Guaranteed, we in the lead to run rap Just hand over the deed Now Ya heard about, read about Be apart of it don't front Now I'ma play ya like the government And give ya what I think ya want That native river to make ya rock with one another 'Cause in my eyes, I consider us all sisters and brothers So to the table I bring Fat jams to make ya sing Cause I'm starvin', I haven't had nothing like this Since doin' our own dang So be ya P, Is it ready? To flip ya pattern of speech, 'cause I thinks There's heads out there we still need to reach True, yo this joint is crazy Get's the lazy out of Hey yo, Mikey how ya figure? I wouldn't wanna catch cold This joint is wisdom, kid And be emcee, I'm out to get old I seek the blessed the drum pattern From brand new to tattered and torn This place is Jimmy crack corn My sh**'s Mazola Your style's kiddy like Crayola JBeez be the top dola, I mean dollar Study the E-M-C-E-E's to remain the rhyme scholars Now how ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) How ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) Record shop nine to five with the Raw Deluxe Jungle Brother Africa, I got the Native Tongue touch Verbal grammar, comin' atcha like a Black Panther Check the sampler, the microphone man handler! Crowd controller Yes, we gotcha open, gotcha ampler Shootin' the gift like Saint Nick, the black Santa (He's checkin' his list) Say what? (He's checkin' it twice) Ya You ain't gettin' sh** If they naughty if ya nice So come down the chimney Brothers the vicinity Lock down ya block nonstop with the remedy Similar to water out the clouds I'm here to reign supreme Self-esteem lower than them rides in Cali Is the reason why these n***as Rally around the bull sh**, rubber duck, you can't bull sh** Occupy world-wide with frontings all the misses These womans don't love us so we forced to talk to b**hes Tryin' to ease up in the rises, sayin' "I like the way you stylin'" Let me in the pa**enger while you play the pilot" Listen baby doll, recites is a peeper Hair fully wooly but you mental's six ether And I don't live that so step up top And watch the Native Tongues lick the crop for the cream