Текст песни: Jungle Fever + перевод

Man, my Papa drove a cab, right on Massachusetts Ave

Had to pay for undergrad, M.I.T, studied math

Black funky engineer, like his pants, had that flair

Cigarettes in the air, 24 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

Pop, I work all night, I’m workin' just like you

Ooh (and I look just like you too)

Mom, I try to get up early just like you

Pop, I work all night, I’m workin' just like you

Ooh (and I look just like you too)

Mama grew up in the sixties, like a proper hippie

I grew up on Big and Pac and watchin' Ren and 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

Mom, I try to get up early just like you

Ooh (and I look just like you too)

Pop, I work all night, I’m workin' just like you

Mom, I try to get up early just like you

Ooh (and I look just like you too)

You-ooh-ooh, oh

You-ooh-ooh, oh

Oh baby

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