Letra Running thru the jungle Heems

Running thru the jungle

Yo yo, I’m in the jungle like rom
Came up in the 90’s like cd bomb
Came up in the 90’s like say in the bomb
Like gesture and got you about to bomb,
You know the game put your finger in your mouth
And roll your eyes around like what you talking bout?

80’s baby but the 90’s made me
Crazy call me Kelly slater you know the kid wavy
Since scritch locus
Spit sick of being broken sick
Poker chips broker ring local whip
Bolshavic loads of shit to hold in
Grip no soda and chips best part fritz need some mosas
Mimosas per circle we sip Motorola coca cole nose getting
Drops so we get to a bench where we sit
Trying to get a grip a gretzky on the ritz if they let me
That is I’m trying to wealthy and rich
So my moms cant bitch cause the tv on the frits
And my dad cant complain cause there’s food in the fridge
And my mood is content all the rudists are mean like judas
And them rock approve what I wear
Oh I’m so cool I’m so chill I’m so smoothe cause I’m real
Buzzing still, cause I got an oven fill
When Heema rapping this is what happen
Everybody foot get ta tappin everybody dance like they
Latin, everybody cloths turn to silk
And the sating everybody metal turn from silver to platinum
Everybody set like director set action
Everybody road spliff everybody passing
Laughing with the passion at jokes that they smashin
Heema put it down, Hema put it down like nobody around
Heema make a sound and you know it’s going down
And the trees in the forest wave hi at the clouds
And the bees and the walruses all clown around
And the red and the brown have a big pow wow,
And the birds in the sky all tell me they proud
Seen sctich locus spit, another since scritch locus spit
Heema put it down, Hema put it down like nobody around
Heema make a sound and you know it’s going down
And the trees in the forest wave hi at the clouds
And the bees and the walruses all clown around
And the red and the brown have a big pow wow,
And the birds in the sky all tell me they proud.