Jungle Fever

Man, my Papa drove a cab, right on Massachusetts Ave
 Had to pay for undergrad, and my teeth, studied math
 Black funky engineer, like his parents, had that flair
 Cigarettes in the air, twenty-four 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 (just like you)
 Pop, I work all night, I'm workin' just like you (just like you)
 Ooh
 (Just like you do)
 Mom, I try to get up early just like you (just like you)
 Pop, I work all night, I'm workin' just like you (just like you)
 Ooh
 (Just like you do)
 Mama grew up in the sixties, like a proper hippie
 I grew up on Big and Pac and watchin' Ren & 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 (just like you)
 Mom, I try to get up early just like you (just like you)
 Ooh
 (Just like you do)
 Pop, I work all night, I'm workin' just like you (just like you)
 Mom, I try to get up early just like you (just like you)
 Ooh (oh baby)
 Ooh I'm just like you (just like you do)
 You, ohh
 You, ohh
 Oh baby