With my Brothers Jungle, Soul, and the Tribe I'm saying
Reasons for this is the family's strong
'Cause I'm doing my own
And like Bob Marley said, "We're jammin'"
We're doing our own thang
Leave me alone, get off my bone
Residing with my brothers and I learned a lot from them
We're doing our own thang
Either which way they all hop on the van
You ain't in to it, all you want is profit
We're doing our own thang
One condition if I am able to say
And form a circle and talk about
Sweet daddy are you there? Sammy B is on the cut
But what for, so you can get yours?
Yes you may, well hey, let's get on with it
Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted
Baseline so dope that you just might choke
We're doing our own thang
Rocking off and on beat, and I do believe I'm right, you're right
All hold hands and let's walk about
The tribe of fingers all on one hand
Maybe that's right
With the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs
Play the same and let the vibes grace me
And don't trail behind when I'm coming through
So I ask you please to stop it
We're doing our own thang
Yeah, the industry's filled with copycats
And the blood is red instead of sellout green
The cool June bugs, the wicks, the wacks
Ready to kick back, those get no slack
But still, I'm doing my own thang
And sometimes rated it's kind of funky, but it's cool
We're doing our own thang
About the group, how to be smooth and play funky
We count to ten before we pass the crews
Out the vents of hecklers and fans
From soul to soul, large to lose ends
I may rock a rhyme or I may start to sing
A new man you to feed the greed
This is not the music for an R n' B mind
A whole bunch of love, peace signs, and fun
A little something called, doing our own thang
All the money
A new seed, a new breed
Me, myself, and I is dark
Funky, funky rhymes that always stay in swing
Sister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London
'Cause that's where the money's at honey
And I all my groups like kill?
The funk we transmit is unstable
In comes the mood of Jungle and Daisies
Fronting the feel that you really can't feel
And let the groove of the new proceed
Isn't it cool when you cut your hair
Tribes like us always open doors
'Cause you're trying to feel what's on my reel to reel
Seeing is believing, so see and believe
This is flower intertwined with a vine
I believe we doing our own thing
Monie Love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark
You see what I mean? Or see what Grandpa Bam saw
R n' B mixed with sloppy raps
It's the life of Riley, I'm really ready, gazing at the dollar fill of rap
Truth to the soul is what I'm cramming
Praise the rhythms for what it being, and praise the Lord for the JB's
Spinning back for a rap that's laid back
A new pair of boots for a new piece of butt
Co-ordination crazy, but still it sounds hype
We're doing our own thang
And the sisters and the brothers, and all the others
A tree is growing, can't you see what I see? A white blue fruit to boot
Breaking the beat others wished they broke
Am I wrong? Yes, son
The band, the band, here comes the band
Don't follow the path that we're stepping
Don't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying
For we are beyond the stereotypes
We're doing our own thang
Don't bite off something that you can't chew
A fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tang
Well my family sets all the trends
Now that's family equipped with the brothers and the sisters
In other words this is rose
