Jungle Fever

Man, my papa drove a cab right on Massachusetts Ave

Had to pay for undergrad and my teeth, studied math

Black funky engineer like his parents, had that flair

Cigarettes in the air, twenty-four pack of beer

He started drinkin' at a picnic with the palm wine

To turn his back on back home, that no be no small crime

And back home he was sendin' money for the food and guns

And while his country fell in war papa fell in love

And they end up in the land of jungle fever

Too much gin one day, the bed rumbles and here I am

Mom, I try to get up early just like you

Pop, I work all night, I'm workin' just like you

Ooh-ooh-ooh (And I look just like you too)

Mom, I try to get up early just like you

Pop, I work all night, I'm workin' just like you

Ooh-ooh-ooh (And I look just like you too)

Mama grew up in the 60s like a proper hippie

I grew up on Big and Pac and watchin' Ren and Stimpy

I was rappin' through my teeth to make me sound more gritty

Mama tempin' round the city we was livin' simply

She put that soda in a frying pan

She fried that soda to make syrup for your boy, man

She bailed me out and took me in on unemployment

I'm overjoyed, man, mama fell in love

And they end up in the land of jungle fever

Too much gin one day, the bed rumbles and here I am

Pop, I work all night, I'm workin' just like you

Mom, I try to get up early just like you

Ooh-ooh-ooh (And I look just like you too)

Pop, I work all night, I'm workin' just like you

Mom, I try to get up early just like you

Ooh-ooh-ooh (And I look just like you too)

You-ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh, you-ooh-ooh-ooh

You-ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh, you-ooh-ooh-ooh

Or maybe