The Jungle

[Intro: DJ Kay Slay]
Ayo, it's DJ Kay Slay, the drama king
This one is dedicated to all my brothers and sisters out there in the jungle
Tryin' to find their way out
Stay alert

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
Skill for skill, my real the real
He say, "I eat what I motherfucking kill"
He say, "Street to street and beat to beat
In the jungle, we pray on the weak"
Skill for skill, my real the real
He say, "I eat what I motherfucking kill"
He say, "Street to street and beat to beat
In the jungle, we pray on the weak"

[Verse 1: Too Short]
Let us find out, you're not a solid individual
Hangin' 'round, that's gonna bе difficult
End up layin' somewhere in thе critical
Thought she was real, but you're digital
You can't act hard without the Wi-Fi password
Your ass hurts 'cause you came in the game backwards
Bitch ass nigga, that's what they say
When they talk about you and they see your face
They say "Bitch, say it like you mean it"
They said it to your face, I was there, I seen it
I fucked your little bitch, after that, she was fainted
She said she want me 'cause their nigga a weenie
Where I'm from, you gotta be quick man
'Cause these niggas out here got that slick gang
It'll happen so fast, you won't know what it was
You're not a real one, you better not fuck with us

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg (Sheek Louch)]
Skill for skill, my real the real
He say, "I eat what I motherfucking kill"
He say, "Street to street and beat to beat
In the jungle, we pray on the weak"
Skill for skill, my real the real
He say, "I eat what I motherfucking kill"
He say, "Street to street and beat to beat (Donnie)
In the jungle, we pray on the weak" (Sheek Louch! Kay Slay I'm goin' in!
Uncle Snoop what's up!)

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
Concrete jungle, silverback gorilla
L-O-X on fire but I try to stay humble
Real hip-hop, we ain't learned how to mumble
I watch these artists get in the game and fumble
I was outside, I was probably on the block
No real job but I could bag up a rock
I just wanted to hang like Flavor Flav clock
No pork, I barely do the red meat, akh
But if I'm in the mood, these rappers is on food
Randy Orton Louch or Ravishing Rick Rude
We kill the stage, my niggas don't get booed
Come and get your bitch 'fore my dick get juice
(How plain, Sheek) I'm nice on the mic
Ruff Ryders the crew but I ain't nice on the bike
She spend the night, she like, "Oh, that's what it's like"
We gon' let y'all niggas hold New York down, sike

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
Skill for skill, my real the real
He say, "I eat what I motherfucking kill"
He say, "Street to street and beat to beat
In the jungle, we pray on the weak"
Skill for skill, my real the real
He say, "I eat what I motherfucking kill"
He say, "Street to street and beat to beat
In the jungle, we pray on the weak"

[Verse 3: Papoose]
I squeeze tightin' than a boa constrictor
Doja, I ain't trollin' wit' ya
Upload and post ya' picture
I'ma load and stroke the trigger
Joker City, rollin' wit' ya'
But they got they own agenda
Have seizures, amnesia
Beat 'em 'til they don't remember
Solider, I was shown a script
Just molded by the older niggas
Colder than the coldest winter
Frozen for the whole December
You never eat kosher, nigga
Drunk a shit load of liquor
Now you got a fucked up colon
And a swollen liver
Known to be a older killer
Told ya' they exploded in ya'
Guarantee your bones'll shiver
Laundry mat, fold a nigga
Smokin' on a potent mixture
Stronger than a grown gorilla
I'm my own enemy, I know it
So I broke the mirror
Rollin' with my own militia
Flowin' like a open river
Shotty blam, body slam
Got a Hulk Hogan temper
Get him the fuck outta here
Then they slogan nigga
Bike light, broken fender
Blowin' on a stolen ninja

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
Skill for skill, my real the real
He say, "I eat what I motherfucking kill"
He say, "Street to street and beat to beat
In the jungle, we pray on the weak"
Skill for skill, my real the real
He say, "I eat what I motherfucking kill"
He say, "Street to street and beat to beat
In the jungle, we pray on the weak"