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作词 : Jungle Brothers
作曲 : Jungle Brothers
[Maceo] Me, 
Plug Three, the one they call 
Baby Huey 
The one that gets all the money (all the money) 
Yeah, that's right [Dove] 
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 **** 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 crews, now that's family 
Equipped with the brothers and the sisters and the sisters and the brothers 
And all others, with the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs 
It's the life of 
Riley, I'm really ready 
Gazing at the dollar fill of rap 
The cool june bugs, the wicks, the wacks 
Praise the rhythms for what it beez 
And praise the 
Lord for the 
JB's We're doing our own thang (Repeat 4x) [Posdnuos] 
Isn't it cool when you cut your hair 
And the blood is red instead of sellout green 
This is not the music for an 
R&B mind This is flower intertwined with a vine (In other words this is rose) 
You see what 
I mean? Or see what 
Grandpa Bam saw 
Funk we transmit is unstable 
One condition if 
I am able to say (Yes you may) 
Well hey, let's get on with it 
Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted 
Out the vents of hecklers and fans 
Either which way they all hop on the van 
The band, the band, here comes the band 
The tribe of fingers all on one hand 
Me, myself, and 
I are 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 group, 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 on and off beat, and 
I do believe 
I'm right (You're right) 
Am I wrong? (Yeah, son) 
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 
We're doing our own thang (Repeat 4x) [Afrika] 
Well my family sets all the trends 
From soul to soul, large to loose ends ?
And I all my groups like kill? (Cause that's where the money's at) 
Yeah, the industry's filled with copycats 
R&B 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 man you 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 
Read to kic back, those get 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 same and let the vibes grace me 
All hold hands and let's walk about 
And form a cirlce 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 that the family's strong 
And like Bob 
Marley said "We're jammin" 
Seeing is beliving, 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?