Jungle Love (feat. MED & Guilty Simpson)

(Feat. M.E.D. & Guilty Simpson) [Guilty Simpson:] Yeah Guilty Simpson My nigga Med J Dilla Raw Shit Prolific Flow might blow, listen Get Zooted, banging that dope music My mind is set This year niggas better step it up I get the job done way before the check is cut I don't wrote write raps for free If I did, I won't make it like Shaq from three My motto is simple Without that loot Your instrumentals stay instrumentals A blind man could see the kids potential And take notice so I grind and stay focused If I was any hotter I'd drink straight vodka, spit out flames, and piss lava That hot fam, try again That's why I got hoes like firemen You could plug them up to hydrants I should push a big red truck with sirens Got a flow that'll stop beginners I mall y'all a shopping center Every time I yell I say J D-Troit I to the L-L-A J D-Troit I to the L-L-A J D-Troit I to the L-L-A J D-Troit I to the L-L-A J D-Troit I to the L-L-A [X2:] With that raw shit Turn it up loud in your car shit Finger tips split that cigar shit Let's smoke nigga Holler at cha man's I'll smoke with cha J D-Troit I to the L-L-A J D-Troit I to the L-L-A J D-Troit I to the L-L-A J D-Troit I to the L-L-A [Med:] I bang nothing but that, raw shit Nigga bang on the wall piss From the noise and the blunt saying With a chick getting blown like a trumpet For wondering how I stand still and still run this Full stomach hunger in the eyes greedy In your speezy Take shit like Nigga you don't need these Titles and mics Homie you don't need these My CD Pack like 6 niggas in a Sea Breeze I flow so sick and won't sneeze [? ] with no cheese Rap Gs Rubberband one hand I part your gold teeth J Dilla my nigga I call him OG The street symphony Epidemy The underdog who grind hard for the victory Get them weak rhymes out a my face I clap 16 bars that might catch me a case I'm back Don't stop til my lungs collapse Til then close your eyes Nigga imagin that