B.O.B - Welcome To The Jungle lyrics

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<b>Welcome To The Jungle</b> by <i>Bob</i><br />On the battlefield I am the commander in

The war between the worlds, time to wheel the cannons in

I'm out here salamandering

They out here slandering

Try to smear a niggas image down, damn who's the camera man?

Where's the man to man talk

What a f-ck? Get up off the nipple, man

Let your momma have a mammogram,

Busting like Sammy Sam

Niggas can't even see me on the beat

Like a blind pianist at a band exam

But f-ck a punch line, f-ck a metaphor

F-ck the niggas who said they wasn't feeling me before

Life is like a movie, I just write the score,

Let me dumb it down, maybe you can understand me more!

I got no time for this shock jock, get up above my cock,

Put the mic down, you're looking sixty four!

I'm guessing I'm the nigga that they love to hate

But they still watch a nigga, and they pay attention more!

Closer to my words, and closer you observe

Trying to decipher the flow you niggas know this shit is absurd!

You notice every verb and adjective and every syllable

And why compare to me there is nobody who's identical

Instrumental general, Grand Hustle emerald

I'm ballin' over here, give a f-ck about your interviews

Niggas talk, hoes too, but they know I'm one of the coldest overall and general

The more I ball the more the haters run

When you f-ck the game, the problems gonna come

Back down never, I'm never known to run

F-ck life and get high, that's what I call overcoming obstacles

Get up of my tosticles, I got the sun to control

I'm callin' audibles, I know what I gotta do

When you travel on this road, man after a while

Nobody's either on the side of you

Reaching out the other artists for a wider view

In reality artists just don't have the time for you

It is what it is, I don't take it personal

But it's a jungle out, and lions don't eat vegetables.

I mean veggies, I'm all about my

I don't smoke and I'm never on the reggie

I'm going full speed, but I don't know where I'm heading

So keep up my yard and never touch my hedges

I'm on the edge, you should never cross the line

Niggas feel safe when they're online

But I'm out here touring, they out here keyboarding

I'm bout to show what the f-ck a high score is

So let me do this for east side bitch

Decatuer GA, on six!

Call it what you want, but real recognize real

So the hush niggas don't even exist!

Ah, Grand Hustle, yeah it's B.o.B

Said free T.I.P, now the nigga back

So now we gonna see what's up and what's good

Bobby Ray coming to your neighborhood!

Strange Clouds, dropping soon

Yeah that's what's up, good news