The Jungle Brothers - Playin' With Fire lyrics

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The Jungle Brothers - Playin' With Fire lyrics

[ Afrika Baby Bam ] Well, I was standin on the verge, just about to get off Cause I was losin my crew in a society war Pipin the pipe every night, and when The moon came up, they was gone with the wind And every night the dope sold they desired Last one hired and first one fired Fixed in the mix, and I couldn't stand still So I win a war, but it wasn't my will [ Mike G ] Girlfriend smoked out and her mind's burnt out Losin weight and her legs and her stomach stickin out Knowin daddy's uptown in his work all around Keep your ear to the ground and your soul heaven bound Now ain't no use in screamin loud Cause yo, money's gone off chasin clouds Leavin you once again to pick up slack But where you're goin is where you're at (Concentrate) you got to think a little harder Come here, let me show you before you even start to (On the big payday) Yeah (Concentrate) you got to think a little harder Come here, let me show you before you even start to Playin with fire - don't you know that you're gonna get lit? Playin with fire - don't you know when to quit? Playin with fire - don't you know that you're gonna get lit? Playin with fire - don't you know how to quit? [ Mike G ] Grandma's runnin to the old number spot Spendin what she saved tryin to hit the jack-pot Brotherman swearin what he is or is not Landlord smilin and my motor's not hot Pretty little sister should be kept in a cage She thinks she's grown up cause she looks older than her age She chose the streets over a chance on stage Found dead in the river, story made the first page Devils snatchin souls into a little gla** being Sayin (if you got problems I can - I can change your way of seein em) It's not as easy as it surely may seem You lose your life over the price of a dream Blow Yeah Ha-ha (Concentrate) you got to think a little harder Come here, let me show you before you even start to (On the big payday) Yeah (Concentrate) you got to think a little harder Come here, let me show you before you even start to (Concentrate) Playin with fire - don't you know that you're gonna get lit? You're playin with fire, don't you know it don't make no sense [ Mike G ] Yeah Different colors for different brothers That gives no reason to k** off each other We're dyin at a pace as if we're in a race The President sendin our money to space Our very short lives and a very long strive Some start their lies, so some get high Some do both and cut their own throat No paddle in the boat, just goin for a float Fool Equal opportunity Biological lunacy [ Jungle Brothers ] The tracks is slammin The tracks is slammin No question Brothers got to get a fix on what they're doin What we're talkin about here is.. You just keep playin with fire You keep playin with fire Equal opportunity, brother That's what we need Word is bond [ Afrika Baby Bam ] Now the brothers be doggin The sisters be hoggin They're playin with the fire, and they're gonna get burnt Word up Smokin and puffin and sniffin and riffin They don't get enuffin, but it don't make a difference Cause they be lovin the heat Feelin the beat, walkin the street But they don't never concentrate All alone, walkin along Standin alone Stoned to the bone And the lunacy's on Check it out Playin with fire - don't you know you're gonna get lit? Playin with fire - don't you know when to quit? Playin with fire - don't you know you're gonna get lit? Playin with fire - don't you know it don't make no sense? [ Mike G ] Cigarette's pokin blood pressure Somebody's gettin paid cause they're all insured Second step to your mind, first step to your heart And nothin will work if somethin don't start No meat on my plate cause I choose my own faith My peoples movin out at a very high rate Either to the grave, or way upstate I better concentrate [ Afrika Baby Bam ] You got to think a little harder Come here, let me show you before you even start to Woke up one mornin after a nightmare Heart full of fear, oh darlin, my dear A man's got it all, and don't wanna share No clothes on my back, now I swear it ain't fair Follow me, good God, and I'll lead ya Oh Lord, can't you see that we need the Equal opportunity Biological lunacy Concentrate

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