Concreat Jungle
Title | Concreat Jungle |
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Artist | Above the Law |
Album | Uncle Sam’s Curse |
Release Date | 1994-07-12 |
Description | Album: Uncle Sam’s Curse Released: 1994 Lyrics by: Cold 187um, KM.G, M. Smooth Music by: Cold 187um Samples: none |
Lyrics | [Intro: female voice] "This is Michelle Devine, coming to you live from the hoods finest, WALZ. I gotta give a shout out to my homegirl Mimi. She just broke up with her man. Hey, I always say if you can't break a nigga, then shake the nigga. This next song is goin' out to all the players. Somethin' new from Above the Law called "Concreat Jungle"." [Verse 1] [KMG] I say what's up fool, I'm kickin' it with my partners I'm checkin' with my homies and we movin' shit proper I peep a mega bitch I'm wonderin' what she thinkin' She say 'What you lookin' at, pimp?' I'm wonderin' what this ho was drinkin' As she greased that ass in the place And then the pimp clinic recognized the face It's the same old bitch with the jack move Real smooth, with nothin' to prove [Cold 187um] So, here comes the 5-7 sniper Bitches can't dance if they can't pay the piper Tryin' to make a G like every single day I'm sippin' on some Alizé Rollin' in a ragtop trey, yo A young nigga tryin' to have it Doin' it like I'm doin' it is an everyday habit Do I do a lick or do I call a caper Cause I'm like sprung of the motherfuckin' paper [KMG] Now, now Now niggas wanna know where we get it from We play dumb, when they ask can they get some No, you gotta step cause you can't bring the funk And if I gave you a chunk you'd probably skip down, punk And run and tell your motherfuckin' bitch or two Or your hoe Cause you thought the clinic had no clue Now scandalous motherfuckers get broke to they knees As the click run up in ya like the AIDS disease [Hook] (x2) Nothin' from nothin' leaves nothin' In the concrete jungle Everybody wanna know How you get that cash flow You might also like[Verse 2] [Cold 187um] Now I'mma get straight to the point cause I'm ill And just like Shaq I'mma slam the pill On the real, so chill Cause fools be tryin' to loc up Fuckin' around with me they only get they ass broke up Or broke down Cause niggas be tryin' to clown this shit But find out that I don't play the bitch Yo, the last nigga tried to play me like a hoe Got popped with my motherfuckin' .4-4, yeah [KMG] So, now you know what its like to get clipped to the other side We rowdy, when we in the G ride We dumpin' out the window K-Oss blaze the indo Suckers at the door Nah, it's Nina Flow Back up off me, we about to wreck shop, take shop It's niggas on the list that might get mobbed up So, if they don't cut with the quickness Cause we always strappin' 9's To help with the thickness [Cold187um] Cause if you're soft You'll never ever get no fuckin' props You're the flunky on the block Snitchin' to the fuckin' cops Like KM.G said, you better back up Cause when you play the pussy, boy You get fucked Cause I'm cold Leave you ass stuck like Sub-Zero Choke that ass out And rip out your torso See that's the price when you're fuckin' with the real So take my advice and just chill [Hook w/ several variations] [Outro: same female voice as in the intro] "Yeah, I told you it would be the bomb. Right now, I wanna give a shout out to everybody on the west side kickin' it, everybody on the east side doin' they thang. I got a message for Tyrone: Dede say she don't wanna be with you no more. Damn, it's a cold world. And Pam: GQ from the east side said that ain't his baby. Girl, you better check that nigga, or check yourself. Oh, Shawn: Pea just called in. She said that was fucked up the way you played her last night at the club. Said everything's alright, she just wanna know who that ugly bitch was you left with. Anyway, I gotta get out. The word for the day is paper. If you ain't got none, you better get some and if you don't know how you get it, you better learn." |