Texty:
Jungle Brothers How Ya Want It We Got It

How ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) How ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) How ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) How ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) Hey Mr.

Preklad: Jungle Brothers. Ako Ya Wanna to sme to (Native Tongues Mix).

(uh' uh') I already gave my brother some It's my sister's turn Ain't it funny how the fish do burn Wit ya boy, just relax like a fresh new perm And the

to tell her she's ~hold it! hold it! hold up, cops coming buddy. come on man! Tried to tell her it's a jungle thing, I'm a jungle man, I got to swing. ~

and just hang it up The speakers pumping out sounds and hip words Lines between the rhythm designed to equip nerds You better jam we don't care if you hardcore Cause we got

how dare you reduce me to donny imus Timeless in case we never been acquainted Flyness who made it It gets duplicated Mindless violence Well let me try to paint it

, I like it, I like it We, we can't stay here, we got to go We got to go Alfred Oh shit, to funky, We got to go Alfred You got any old James Brown records

want to, the curse got her doin this dirt Cause she saw mommy do it whenever daddy went to work (damn) And it hurts, I know the pain call it the truth

budge, without my cous' Fuzz A simple, "How ya do?", ah check it from my friends and my crew Makes it definitely special Now there's no 'Shiny Happy