Doin' Our Own Dang (Norman Cook Remix)

Plug Three the one they call

Baby Huey

The one that gets all the money

All the money

A fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tang

A little something called Doing Our Own Thang

Breaking the beat others wished they broke

Bassline so ****that you just might choke

Don't bite off something that you can't chew

And don't trail behind when

I'm coming through

Fronting the feel that you really can't feel

A tree is growing

Can't you see what

I see A white blue fruit to boot

We count to ten before we pass the crews now that's family

Equipped with the brothers and the sisters and the sisters and the brothers

And all others with the funky flairs the bugged out hairs

It's the life of

Riley I'm really ready

Gazing at the dollar fill of rap

The cool June bugs the wicks the wacks

Praise the rhythms for what it beez

And praise the

Lord for the

Isn't it cool when you cut your hair

And the blood is red instead of sellout green

This is not the music for an

Mind This is flower intertwined with a vine

In other words this is rose

You see what

I mean Or see what

Grandpa Bam saw

Funk we transmit is unstable

One condition if

I am able to say

Yes you may

Well hey let's get on with it

Vocal confetti is thrown sometimes spitted

Out the vents of hecklers and fans

Either which way they all hop on the van

The band the band here comes the band

The tribe of fingers all on one hand

Me myself and

I are dark

Sister Monie the only one here who missed a plane back to

London Residing with my brothers and

I learned a lot from them

About the group how to be smooth and play funky

And sometimes rated it's kind of funky but it's cool

For we are beyond the stereotypes

Coordination crazy but still it sounds hype

Rocking on and off beat and

I do believe

I'm right

You're right

Am I wrong

Yeah son

Don't be mad be glad

I missed the plane

I'm staying

With the Brothers

Jungle Soul and the

Tribe I'm saying

Funky funky rhymes that always stay in swing

I believe we doing our own thing

Well my family sets all the trends

From soul to soul large to loose ends

And I all my groups like kill

Cause that's where the money's at

Yeah the industry's filled with copycats

Mixed with sloppy raps

Tribes like us always open doors

But what for so you can get yours

You ain't in to it all you want is profit

So I ask you please to stop it

Leave me alone get off my bone

A new seed a new breed

A new man you to feed the greed

A new pair of boots for a new piece of butt

Sweet daddy are you there

Sammy B is on the cut

Spinning back for a rap that's laid back

Read to kic back those get no slack

I may rock a rhyme or

I may start to sing

But still

In comes the mood of

Jungle and

Daisies Play the same and let the vibes grace me

All hold hands and let's walk about

And form a cirlce and talk about

Don't follow the path that we're stepping

Truth to the soul is what

I'm cramming

Reasons for this is that the family's strong

And like Bob

Marley said We're jammin

Seeing is beliving so see and believe

And let the groove of the new proceed

A whole bunch of love peace signs and fun

So let's do what's got to be done you know