jnbs - Q - Song Lyrics - Letras by Sanderlei

jnbs - Q - Song Lyrics

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jnbs, jnbs
jnbs, jnbs
jnbs, jnbs

[Mike G]
A fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tang
A little something called "Doing Our Own Thang"
Breaking the beat others wished they broke
Bassline so dope that you just might choke
Don't bite off something that you can't chew
And don't trail behind when I'm coming through
Fronting the feel that you really can't feel
'Cause you're trying to feel what's on my reel to reel

[Q-Tip]

A tree is growing
Can't you see what I see? A white blue fruit to boot
We count to ten before we pass the coots, now that's family
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jnbs, jnbs
jnbs, jnbs
jnbs, jnbs
The cool june bugs, the wicks, the wacks
Praise the rhythms for what it be
And praise the Lord for the JB's

[Chorus: Queen Latifah]
We're doing our own thang
We're doing our own thang

We're doing our own thang
We're doing our own thang

[Posdnuos]
Isn't it cool when you cut your hand
And then the blood is red instead of sellout green
This is not the music for an RnB mind
This is flower intertwined with a vine
(In other words this is rose)
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jnbs, jnbs
jnbs, jnbs
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Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted
Out the vents of hecklers and fans
Either which way they all hop on the band

The band, the band, here comes the band
The tribe of fingers all on one hand
Me, myself, and I is dark
Monie Love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark

[Monie Love]
Sister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London
Residing with my brothers and I learned a lot from them
About the groove, how to be smooth and play funky
And sometimes rated it's kind of funky, but it's cool
For we are beyond the stereotypes
Coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype
Rocking off and on beat, and I do believe I'm right (You're right)
Am I wrong? (Yeah, sike!)
Don't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying
With the Brothers Jungle, Soul, and the Tribe, I'm saying

Funky funky rhymes that always stay in swing
I believe we doing our own thing

[Interlude]
Why don't you do it to the music?
Why don't you do it to the music?
Why don't you do it to the music?
Why don't you do it to the music?

[Afrika]
My family sets all the trends
('Cause that's where the money's at, honey)
Yeah, the industry's filled with copycats
RnB mixed with sloppy raps
Tribes like us always open doors
But what for, so you can get yours?

You ain't in to it, all you want is profit
So I ask you please to stop it
Leave me alone, get off my bone
'Cause I'm doing my own...

[Mike G]
A new seed, a new breed
A new menu to feed the greed
A new pair of boots for a new piece of butt
Sweet Daddy, are you there? (Sammy B is on the cut!)
Spinning back for a rap that's laid back
Ready to kick back, those who give no slack
I may rock a rhyme or I may start to sing
But still, I'm doing my own thing

[Dove]

In comes the mood of Jungle and Daisies
Play the sing and let the vibes raise me
All hold hands and let's walk about
Form a circle and talk about
Don't follow the path that we're stepping
Truth to the soul is what I'm cramming
Reasons for this is the family's strong
And like Bob Marley said "We're jammin"
Seeing is believing, so see and believe
And let the groove of the new proceed
A whole bunch of love, peace signs, and fun
So let's do what's got to be done, you know?

[Outro]
Why don't you do it to the music?
Why don't you do it, why don't you do it?

Why don't you do it to the music?
Why don't you do it to the music?
Why don't you do it to the music?
Why don't you do it to the music?
Why don't you do it to the music?
Why don't you do it to the music?
Why don't you do it to the music?
Why don't you do it to the music?
Why don't you do it to the music?
('Cause we're doing our own thing...)