Lirik Lagu Doin' Our Own Dang - Jungle Brothers
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[Maceo]Me, Plug Three, the one they call Baby HueyThe one that gets all the money (all the money)Yeah, that's right
[Dove]A fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tangA little something called "Doing Our Own Thang"Breaking the beat others wished they brokeBassline so dope that you just might chokeDon't bite off something that you can't chewAnd don't trail behind when I'm coming throughFronting the feel that you really can't feelCause you're trying to feel what's on my reel to reel
[Q-Tip]A tree is growingCan't you see what I see? A white blue fruit to bootWe count to ten before we pass the crews, now that's familyEquipped with the brothers and the sisters and the sisters and the brothersAnd all others, with the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairsIt's the life of Riley, I'm really readyGazing at the dollar fill of rapThe cool june bugs, the wicks, the wacksPraise the rhythms for what it beezAnd praise the Lord for the JB's
We're doing our own thang (Repeat 4x)
[Posdnuos]Isn't it cool when you cut your hairAnd the blood is red instead of sellout greenThis is not the music for an R&B mindThis is flower intertwined with a vine(In other words this is rose)You see what I mean? Or see what Grandpa Bam sawFunk we transmit is unstableOne condition if I am able to say(Yes you may) Well hey, let's get on with itVocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spittedOut the vents of hecklers and fansEither which way they all hop on the vanThe band, the band, here comes the bandThe tribe of fingers all on one handMe, myself, and I are darkMonie Love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark
[Monie Love]Sister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to LondonResiding with my brothers and I learned a lot from themAbout the group, how to be smooth and play funkyAnd sometimes rate
[Dove]A fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tangA little something called "Doing Our Own Thang"Breaking the beat others wished they brokeBassline so dope that you just might chokeDon't bite off something that you can't chewAnd don't trail behind when I'm coming throughFronting the feel that you really can't feelCause you're trying to feel what's on my reel to reel
[Q-Tip]A tree is growingCan't you see what I see? A white blue fruit to bootWe count to ten before we pass the crews, now that's familyEquipped with the brothers and the sisters and the sisters and the brothersAnd all others, with the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairsIt's the life of Riley, I'm really readyGazing at the dollar fill of rapThe cool june bugs, the wicks, the wacksPraise the rhythms for what it beezAnd praise the Lord for the JB's
We're doing our own thang (Repeat 4x)
[Posdnuos]Isn't it cool when you cut your hairAnd the blood is red instead of sellout greenThis is not the music for an R&B mindThis is flower intertwined with a vine(In other words this is rose)You see what I mean? Or see what Grandpa Bam sawFunk we transmit is unstableOne condition if I am able to say(Yes you may) Well hey, let's get on with itVocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spittedOut the vents of hecklers and fansEither which way they all hop on the vanThe band, the band, here comes the bandThe tribe of fingers all on one handMe, myself, and I are darkMonie Love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark
[Monie Love]Sister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to LondonResiding with my brothers and I learned a lot from themAbout the group, how to be smooth and play funkyAnd sometimes rate
