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Bootsy Collins
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Welcome to the jungle, Bevan
And if you're looking for a battle
Then we the cats
And that's Big Catch to you, Bobby
Oh, yeah, it's Big Stace Andrews
Coming out of the University of Mississippi
You heard me? yeah, we heard you
We're up in the nasty net and we about to get real dirty in there
Nasty net?
In case you didn't know
Who that?
We'll break him down with a show, hit me
Could it be coming through the lines, breaking them down?
In the trenches of the jungle, that's where it go down
Shooting hands at them boys like we got that fire
Look into my face, you see the eye of a tiger
Lock and breaking heads, making hoes for Rudy Johnson
When I come through Cincinnati, y'all hear me coming
One, two, on the beat
Make it sound so sweet
Got the fans going crazy, make it sound unique
When I come through the gates
Got my game face on
Shut the other teams down
About to send them a home
Hard hat in my hand with the shells on my back
We about to go to watch 2005
The Bengals are back
Big Catch and the Double A
No messing around, we set the other teams
Up and they were not up now
Big cats on the prowl
And we smell our purvy
That's how we got our name
Who they think they gonna beat them angels?
I'm not you for sure
Call it Rumble in the jungle, call it Thriller Manila
No matter what you want to call it
On the field we're going to kick it
On the real, it goes down, and you know we ain't playing
The clock is counting down, and as you hear what I am saying
Because your time is running, now we're ready to do our thing
And after the game, you know on the foes we won't swing
We bring you pain, it might be too much for you to handle
Because in the trenches, the only mission is to dismount
Posters, just try to step in the pose
On our progression, cut between the end zones
All we do is give lessons, classes, sessions
Grab your pad and pen, because from the time we lead
A ton of beatings start to begin
From the first snap to the last whistle is blown
Get back in the bus
Because you know we're sending you home
Your text is coming on, and you can't find the reason
It's only the first game, and it's the end of your season
The Bengals is cracking, packing hard hats
And lunch is pleasing the fans
While we pile the wins in bunches
Ain't no hunters, ain't no gamers, ain't no limit to our play
When it's over, the whole nation will be screaming, who they?
Hey, it's the Isle of the Tiger watching you
I got my mind focused on the game for smashing you
You can grasp my clique straight past you
Headed for the touchdown on quest
You know how we do
Me and my boys bring the Rockets
Yeah, prove, because we didn't come here to just play
So say it, y'all
We're catching the double-handle messing around
We took the other teams out and knock them down
That's for the crown, when we say our prayer
That's how we got our name
Fighting, smashing quarterbacks just for touching the rocks
I'm on the coast, sipping more, catch a flow on my yacht
Let me tell you right now, boy, you better stop
If you think you're going to rumble, boy, you're going to get got
Because in the jungle, we don't play, we just pray
Put you down, and you think we had an AK
But let me tell you right now, if you in the end zone
You ain't going to be climbing
Because let me tell you, busters, it's on
Because I'm pulling in the stadium
And I'm riding a chrome 24s, don't you know?
And I'm in my bro, that's a Cadillac
If you don't know what that is
Because let me tell you right now, it's like show business
I'm a star in my own right when I step in the dough
Coming to the stadium, about to hit on the flow
It's that turf, don't you know?
We don't play on no earth
It's that nice green stuff, and you know what it's worth
We be partying on the field with that big tiger feel
Because we eat a big cat's, and we got mass appeal
So if you on ESPN late night, you better understand
Turn it up, because we real tight
If you don't really know about us no more
This ain't like the bingos I was here in 2004
Ain't nothing mediocre about the way we play
We trying to go to Detroit, trying to have it our way
It's like that KFC chicken finger licking good
Let me tell you right now, boy, I wish you were good
Because you know we got them skills, and we always down to kill
So if you come up in the jungle, I'm going to deal with the steel
Right to your throat, because I will put a chokehold
On any dude that thinks he's real bold
In the wrong color jersey, yes, you're going to get dealt with
Hit you so hard, your great-grandma felt it
Welcome to the jungle, Bevan
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