Welcome to the Jungle lyrics

by

Quincey White


[Hook:]
n*gga Welcome to the Jungle we got lions and gorillas
A Couple of Hyenas I call em my Cap peelas
A hunnit of them birds I call em my dope dealas
Even know a couple snakes we call em b*tch n*ggas
Ay welcome to the jungle sh*t im known round here
Ay welcome to the jungle pitchin snow round here
Ay welcome to jungle need ya chrome round here
Ay welcome to the jungle sh*t this home down here

[Verse 1: Dolla]
Aye welcome to the jungle this is right where I grew up at
You better be real humble otherwise you hear that rat-tat-tat
Fruity cat, banna clip, my n*ggas act a fool with that
n*gga Iont never slip where the f*ck they do that at?
Usually be dressed in black cause I be on that jackin sh*t
I hear you getting packages, well n*gga then Im jackin it
Re-package it, re-step it, then I sell it back to ya
I be somewhere countin money before ya even know what hit cha
Heard the feds takin pictchas im too cool for the camera
You f*ckin with a veteran, you hustle like a amateur
Got the weed, I got the work, Got the lean, I got the pills
22- 5, 25 for a package deal
Patna I ain't gotta kill, well f*ck it ima animal
Problem with me homie ima FOX 5 channel you
That choppa like a drumroll don’t make me pull the band on you
Momma tell me settle down boy before they call the man on you…
[Hook:]
n*gga Welcome to the Jungle we got lions and gorillas
A Couple of Hyenas I call em my Cap peelas
A hunnit of them birds I call em my dope dealas
Even know a couple snakes we call em b*tch n*ggas
Ay welcome to the jungle sh*t im known round here
Ay welcome to the jungle pitchin snow round here
Ay welcome to jungle need ya chrome round here
Ay welcome to the jungle sh*t this home down here

[Verse 2: Scrapp Deleon]
Im from the east ….momma created a beast
You think I was preacher the way I stay with a piece
But n*gga I ain't, Im not a muthaf*ckin saint
If this sh*t get ugly I be lookin 4 a chain
My brothas are hyenas my n*ggas ain't ballerinas
Thats more like you and yours I got the pictchas I seen ya
A muthaf*ckin fool, I took my pistol to school
A straight bad ass I never followed the rules
I stay with my heat so I can’t keep cool
None of us carpeters but all of us got a tool
Just yo body wanna operate, when I discombobulate
Call you sugar ass cause yo blood is filled with Cho-ca-late
Sweet ass, Must I repeat that, you pus*y and a see that
Lame I neva be that
n*gga I ain't scared of ya
Put 10 in yo interior
Put bullets in the air like malaria, send em in ya area, b*tch!
[Dolla Interview:]
Dolla: I'm from the A eastside zone 6 Decature where it's greater
sh*t I'm from Atlanta before it was cool to be from Atlanta
Yaunderstandwhatimsayin
Interview guy: Ok
Dolla: When it wasn't cool to be from Atlanta I was from Atlanta
Interview guy: Right. So you've be wearin...
Dolla: I'm wearin...I've been wearing these hats..
Interview guy: Right. Ok....Because it's fashionable
Dolla: I've been wearing these hats yeah cus it fashion...
Because it's fashionable...
Because number 1 I'm really from Atlanta
I Went to school out there I went to jail out there
I got shot out there um... I Done trapped out there
I Lost my virginity out there
So everybody out here know and know that he really from these streets
Yaunderstandwhatimsayin He really from Atlanta
Alot of people done moved to Atlanta when there was in 12 grade
Interview guy: When they thought it was gonna be the next Motown
Dolla: Yeah...But it's cool Yaunderstandwhatimsayin, We accept...
In Atlanta we accept everybody with open arms
Everybody that come out there, get hugs and kisses in the mouth
Cus...We that type of people
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