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Jungle Fever

Jidenna

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jidenna
Jidenna
Vocals
Peej
Peej
Background Vocals
Christian Gregory
Christian Gregory
Drums
Kateri Tannis
Kateri Tannis
Background Vocals
Miles James
Miles James
Guitar
Michael Kiwanuka
Michael Kiwanuka
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eleanor Kateri Tannis
Eleanor Kateri Tannis
Composer
Christian Gregory
Christian Gregory
Composer
Miles C. James
Miles C. James
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jidenna
Jidenna
Recording Engineer
Christian Gregory
Christian Gregory
Producer
Miles James
Miles James
Producer
Young Guru
Young Guru
Mixing Engineer
Kerim Wilhelm
Kerim Wilhelm
Assistant Engineer
Eder Fernandez
Eder Fernandez
Assistant Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Kevin Peterson
Kevin Peterson
Assistant Engineer

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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' as a pickney with the palm wine To turn his back on back home, that won't 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 (just like you) Pop, I work all night, I'm workin' just like you (just like you) Ooh (Just like you do) Mom, I try to get up early just like you (just like you) Pop, I work all night, I'm workin' just like you (just like you) Ooh (Just like you do) Mama grew up in the sixties, like a proper hippie I grew up on Big and Pac and watchin' Ren & Stimpy I was rappin' through my teeth, it make me sound more gritty Mama tempin' 'round the city, we was living simply She put that soda in the frying pan She fry that soda to make syrup for your boy, man She bail 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 (just like you) Mom, I try to get up early just like you (just like you) Ooh (Just like you do) Pop, I work all night, I'm workin' just like you (just like you) Mom, I try to get up early just like you (just like you) Ooh (oh baby) Ooh I'm just like you (just like you do) You, ohh You, ohh Oh baby
Writer(s): Christian Gregory, Eleanor Kateri Tannis, Jidenna, Miles C. James Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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