Jungle Brothers Braggin` And Boastin` Lyrics

Braggin` And Boastin` Lyrics

Intro: Afrika & Mike G

Sammy B is on the cut
Sammy B is on the
cut
Sammy B is on the cut
Sammy Beeeeeeeeeeeeeee

A: Ha hah, one
two
G: One two
A: One two
G: How we gonna do this?
A: What we have
here...
G: Ya
A: Is the Jungle Brothers...
G: Yeah
A: On a black
piece of wax
G: Yeah, my name is Mike G
A: Uh huh
G: On the mix is
Sammy B
First in line to kick the rhyme, Jungle Brother...
A:
Shazzam
G: Yeah
A: One big scratch, here we
go

Afrika:

Well, I'm a sure shot shooter and I'm the big
shot
The big shot, yes the biggest, and I know I'm hot
Say I'm the
baddest, just the baddest and I'm on the top
Sucker MC's try to stop me, but
I won't stop
As I adjust and discuss all the rhymes I bust
I leave 'em all
in the dust when I start the thrust
They try to catch me on the mic, but I'm
hard to chase
I'm the ace in the place kickin' rhymes in your face
I'm
outright, oustanding, outrageous, I'm smokin
Never play on the mic, no
jivin', no jokin
Not a double-talker, so I don't double-talk
Ladies
clock, finger-pop to the rhythm of a hawk
But I ignore the temptation, avoid
the sensation
Reputation's at stake, but I won't break
I just chill, ill,
let loose all my skill
I make a list of all the ladies that my skill will
thrill

Mike G:

Now, my tasty technique tantalises your
taste
As my rhymes rock and roll right through this place
I never fade
away for forfeit or fess
And my beat is a beat bound to be best
Clowns
craze and chase me 'cause I'm so cool
As I ridicule the rule and fool the
fool
Ignite the party, excite the crowd
I'll make the quietest person
wanna go and get loud
I'll make the hot get hotter when I start to
rap
And my reward for goin' off is to hear people clap
I'm a monster for
music, and my means are to move
Guys and gals'll get gray when it's time to
groove
I'm a sexy sucker, but the mind is sane
Having nothing to lose but
only goals to gain
By my side, I'm supplied with the best of the
best
Sammy B and Shazam which means there's no
contest

Afrika:

Well, I'm an MC debator, rhyme regulator
Cool
creator, rapper, not a raper
A damn good fighter, party highlighter
Lady
exciter, writer, not a biter
Suckers lookin' to me, say, "What you think
they see?"
They see a fresh, fantastic, fly, funky MC
They try to study
my style, use and abuse it for a while
'Til I take 'em to court and have 'em
put on trial
I let Mike G judge 'em, put 'em on the case
Sammy B, you be
my lawyer to put 'em to disgrace
You see, I never have to worry, 'cause they
both got my back
Sammy B for the fader, Mike G for the rap

Mike
G:

The more suckers I burn, the better suckers will learn
That Mike G
is takin' his turn to earn
Havin' the time, the rhyme, I'm gonna get
mine
And it pushes the thought of suckers further out of my mind
'Cause
as I rhyme to my peep, suckers smoke the cheap
And butlers take down my
orders from the words that I speak
Because I'm strong like a horse and loud
like thunder
You mess with me, you'll be 60 feet under
In a jungle with a
force, on a straight-forward course
And if you don't join the jungle, you
should feel remorse

Break

Afrika:

Ah yeah
Yes yes y'all
and you don't stop
You keep on to the break of dawn
You keep on to the
break of dawn
You gotta be on time when you bust your rhyme
And you can't
be wack when you rap the rap
You gotta get on the mic and do your best
For
the people in the north, south, east and west
Like you can't judge a book by
it's cover
If you listen, you will learn from a jungle brother
Like that
y'all, and you don't stop
You keep on to the early morn
Hey yo, I'm outta
here