Released: May 9, 2014
Featuring: T.I.
Producer: TM88
[Intro x2]
Young nigga got jungle fever
Young nigga got jungle fever
Tryin' to pull a white girl out the club Cheetah
[Hook1 x4]
Young nigga got jungle fever
Tryin' to pull a white girl out the club Cheetah
[Hook2 x4]
And we ain’t playing ‘bout the money neither
I'll feed a nigga shells for the Velveeta
[Verse 1]
Hey, little nigga this a two-seater
It can only fit two people
If it ain’t a bitch in the seat next to me
I can almost guarantee you it's a 9mm
Hit club Cheetah, grab some bitches and some pasta
Try to kill time, drinking Henn' not vodka
Racks in the compact 9, I'm a boss
I hate to have to break a pussy nigga off proper
Hey, I fucked my teacher for some extra credit
She work at Cheetah late at night to get that extra Fetti
[Bridge]
Youngest nigga in the club with a snug
Giving hugs to the bitches in the bathroom
When I’m done showing love I’mma go and chop it off
With the pimps sellin' Blacks in the bathroom
[Hook1 x4]
[Hook2 x4]
[Verse 2: T.I.]
Isn't it ironic now
Anyone can get it, but don't nobody want it now
Never seen a convict this iconic, boy I run it now
I was just a younging, going hard on a bunch of brown
Cut the us some cheetahs, sipping vodka tonic now
N***a cross the line, I'm a hunt him down, gun him down
12 gauge shotty gotta hit him 'till he spun around
While you're running around, talking down on the crown
Blaspheming against the king put your money down
Got jungle fever with the heater
You pull to be a tough guy, nigga you a diva
A prima-donna dumb-dumb, and quite the conundrum
Your run is over, did you get the memorandum?
I began from the very place you ran from
Weapons in the hands, your possessions better hand them
Over cause the homies acting violent at random
Can them, nigga fear the wrath of a madman
Of course not, I broke in the game they were forced out
Listen bitch, I'm heading to the top, this is your stop
Banging, like an undercover cop, doorknob
For the Velveeta we would turn it like a doorknob
[Hook1 x4]
[Hook2 x4]
[Verse 3: Que]
Done to catch, caught the ammo back
For the paper-jack, we ain’t playing ‘bout the cheddar
And we'll feed a nigga shell for the sweet cheese Velveeta and a Mozarella
I got Jungle Fever like Spike Lee
Young nigga feeling like Ice-T
Pockets full of dead presidents like a grand
Bust a ho twice my age
My black and white bitch go together like a fucking zebra
I feel like Stevie, I can’t help it I got jungle fever
[Hook1 x4]
[Hook2 x4]
[Bridge]
[Outro x4]
Young nigga got jungle fever
Young nigga got jungle fever
Tryin' to pull a white girl out the club Cheetah
Young nigga got jungle fever
Young nigga got jungle fever
Tryin' to pull a white girl out the club Cheetah
[Hook1 x4]
Young nigga got jungle fever
Tryin' to pull a white girl out the club Cheetah
[Hook2 x4]
And we ain’t playing ‘bout the money neither
I'll feed a nigga shells for the Velveeta
[Verse 1]
Hey, little nigga this a two-seater
It can only fit two people
If it ain’t a bitch in the seat next to me
I can almost guarantee you it's a 9mm
Hit club Cheetah, grab some bitches and some pasta
Try to kill time, drinking Henn' not vodka
Racks in the compact 9, I'm a boss
I hate to have to break a pussy nigga off proper
Hey, I fucked my teacher for some extra credit
She work at Cheetah late at night to get that extra Fetti
[Bridge]
Youngest nigga in the club with a snug
Giving hugs to the bitches in the bathroom
When I’m done showing love I’mma go and chop it off
With the pimps sellin' Blacks in the bathroom
[Hook1 x4]
[Hook2 x4]
[Verse 2: T.I.]
Isn't it ironic now
Anyone can get it, but don't nobody want it now
Never seen a convict this iconic, boy I run it now
I was just a younging, going hard on a bunch of brown
Cut the us some cheetahs, sipping vodka tonic now
N***a cross the line, I'm a hunt him down, gun him down
12 gauge shotty gotta hit him 'till he spun around
While you're running around, talking down on the crown
Blaspheming against the king put your money down
Got jungle fever with the heater
You pull to be a tough guy, nigga you a diva
A prima-donna dumb-dumb, and quite the conundrum
Your run is over, did you get the memorandum?
I began from the very place you ran from
Weapons in the hands, your possessions better hand them
Over cause the homies acting violent at random
Can them, nigga fear the wrath of a madman
Of course not, I broke in the game they were forced out
Listen bitch, I'm heading to the top, this is your stop
Banging, like an undercover cop, doorknob
For the Velveeta we would turn it like a doorknob
[Hook1 x4]
[Hook2 x4]
[Verse 3: Que]
Done to catch, caught the ammo back
For the paper-jack, we ain’t playing ‘bout the cheddar
And we'll feed a nigga shell for the sweet cheese Velveeta and a Mozarella
I got Jungle Fever like Spike Lee
Young nigga feeling like Ice-T
Pockets full of dead presidents like a grand
Bust a ho twice my age
My black and white bitch go together like a fucking zebra
I feel like Stevie, I can’t help it I got jungle fever
[Hook1 x4]
[Hook2 x4]
[Bridge]
[Outro x4]
Young nigga got jungle fever
Young nigga got jungle fever
Tryin' to pull a white girl out the club Cheetah