[{"id":24562488,"name":"Doin' Our Own Dang (Norman Coo","trackName":"Doin' Our Own Dang (Norman Coo","artistName":"Jungle Brothers","albumName":"Doin' Our Own Dang","duration":259.657143,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Me, plug three, the one they call baby Huey\nThe one that gets all the money (all the money)\nYeah, that's right\n\nA fat, funky fruit with a whole lot of tang, a little something called doing our own thang\nBreaking the beat others worse they broke, bass line so dope that you just might choke\nDon't bite off something that you can't chew, and don't trail behind when I'm coming through\nFronting the feel that you really can't feel 'cause you're trying to feel what's on my reel to reel\n\nA tree is growing, can't you see what I see? A white blue fruit to boot\nWe count to ten before we pass the crews, now that's family\nEquipped with the brothers and the sisters, and the sisters and the brothers\nAnd all others\nWith the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs\nIt's the life of Riley, I'm really ready\nGazing at the dollar fill of rap, the cool June bugs, the wicks, the wacks\nPraise the rhythms for what it beez, and praise the lord for the J. B's\n\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n\nIsn't it cool when you cut your hand and the blood is red instead of sellout green?\nThis is not the music for an R&B mind, this is flower intertwined with a vine\n(In other words, this is rose) you see what I mean? Or see what grandpa Bam saw\nThe funk we transmit is unstable, one condition if I am able to say\n(Yes, you may) well hey, let's get on with it\n\nVocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted, out the vents of hecklers and fans\nEither which way they all hop on the van, the band, the band, here comes the band\nThe tribe of fingers all on one hand, me, myself, and I is dark\nMonie love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark\n\nSister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London\nResiding with my brothers and I learned a lot from them\nAbout the group, how to be smooth and play funky\nAnd sometimes rated, it's kind of funky, but it's cool\nFor we are beyond the stereotypes, coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype\nRocking on and off beat, and I do believe I'm right (you're right)\nAm I wrong? (Yeah, son)\n\nDon't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying\nWith the brothers' Jungle, soul, and the tribe I'm saying\nFunky-funky rhymes that always stay in swing\nI believe we doing our own thing\n\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n\nWell, my family sets all the trends, from soul to soul, large to lose ends\nAnd I'm inside groups like kill? ('Cause that's where the money's at)\nYeah, the industry's filled with copycats, R&B mixed with sloppy raps\nTribes like us always open doors, but what for? So you can get yours?\n\nYou ain't in to it, all you want is profit, so I ask you please to stop it\nLeave me alone, get off my bone 'cause I'm doing my own thang\nA new seed, a new breed, a new man you to feed the greed\nA new pair of boots for a new piece of butt\nSweet daddy, are you there? (Sammy B is on the cut!)\n\nSpinning back for a rap that's laid back, ready to kick back, those get no slack\nI may rock a rhyme, or I may start to sing, but still, I'm doing my own thing\nIn comes the mood of jungle and daisies, play the same and let the vibes grace me\nAll hold hands and let's walk about, and form a circle and talk about\n\nDon't follow the path that we're stepping, truth to the soul is what I'm cramming\nReasons for this is that the family's strong, and like Bob Marley said, \"We're jammin'\"\nSeeing is believing, so see and believe, and let the groove of the new proceed\nA whole bunch of love, peace signs, and fun, so let's do what's got to be done, you know?\n\nAnd personally I feel, you know, we're doing our own thing, you know\nNo stereotype or anything like that, and I believe that's a healthy thing to do, what do you think?\nBut now I feel like...","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.87] Me, plug three, the one they call baby Huey\n[00:22.52] The one that gets all the money (all the money)\n[00:25.19] Yeah, that's right\n[00:26.33] A fat, funky fruit with a whole lot of tang, a little something called doing our own thang\n[00:30.72] Breaking the beat others worse they broke, bass line so dope that you just might choke\n[00:34.57] Don't bite off something that you can't chew, and don't trail behind when I'm coming through\n[00:39.29] Fronting the feel that you really can't feel 'cause you're trying to feel what's on my reel to reel\n[00:43.10] A tree is growing, can't you see what I see? A white blue fruit to boot\n[00:48.31] We count to ten before we pass the crews, now that's family\n[00:51.82] Equipped with the brothers and the sisters, and the sisters and the brothers\n[00:54.82] And all others\n[00:55.80] With the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs\n[00:58.29] It's the life of Riley, I'm really ready\n[01:00.36] Gazing at the dollar fill of rap, the cool June bugs, the wicks, the wacks\n[01:04.66] Praise the rhythms for what it beez, and praise the lord for the J. B's\n[01:08.24] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[01:10.41] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[01:12.77] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[01:14.51] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[01:17.43] Isn't it cool when you cut your hand and the blood is red instead of sellout green?\n[01:21.55] This is not the music for an R&B mind, this is flower intertwined with a vine\n[01:25.74] (In other words, this is rose) you see what I mean? Or see what grandpa Bam saw\n[01:29.71] The funk we transmit is unstable, one condition if I am able to say\n[01:34.55] (Yes, you may) well hey, let's get on with it\n[01:36.28] Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted, out the vents of hecklers and fans\n[01:40.63] Either which way they all hop on the van, the band, the band, here comes the band\n[01:44.86] The tribe of fingers all on one hand, me, myself, and I is dark\n[01:48.75] Monie love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark\n[01:50.99] Sister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London\n[01:53.92] Residing with my brothers and I learned a lot from them\n[01:55.96] About the group, how to be smooth and play funky\n[01:57.97] And sometimes rated, it's kind of funky, but it's cool\n[02:00.15] For we are beyond the stereotypes, coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype\n[02:04.46] Rocking on and off beat, and I do believe I'm right (you're right)\n[02:07.00] Am I wrong? (Yeah, son)\n[02:08.17] Don't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying\n[02:10.33] With the brothers' Jungle, soul, and the tribe I'm saying\n[02:12.10] Funky-funky rhymes that always stay in swing\n[02:14.57] I believe we doing our own thing\n[02:16.66] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:18.32] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:20.61] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:22.35] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:24.82] Well, my family sets all the trends, from soul to soul, large to lose ends\n[02:29.17] And I'm inside groups like kill? ('Cause that's where the money's at)\n[02:33.01] Yeah, the industry's filled with copycats, R&B mixed with sloppy raps\n[02:37.86] Tribes like us always open doors, but what for? So you can get yours?\n[02:42.08] You ain't in to it, all you want is profit, so I ask you please to stop it\n[02:46.49] Leave me alone, get off my bone 'cause I'm doing my own thang\n[02:50.57] A new seed, a new breed, a new man you to feed the greed\n[02:54.50] A new pair of boots for a new piece of butt\n[02:56.93] Sweet daddy, are you there? 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A white blue fruit to boot\n  We count to ten before we pass the crews, now that's family\n  Equipped with the brothers and the sisters, and the sisters and the brothers\n  And all others\n  With the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs\n  It's the life of Riley, I'm really ready\n  Gazing at the dollar fill of rap, the cool June bugs, the wicks, the wacks\n  Praise the rhythms for what it beez, and praise the lord for the J. B's\n\n  We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n  We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n  We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n  We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n\n  Isn't it cool when you cut your hand and the blood is red instead of sellout green?\n  This is not the music for an R&B mind, this is flower intertwined with a vine\n  (In other words, this is rose) you see what I mean? Or see what grandpa Bam saw\n  The funk we transmit is unstable, one condition if I am able to say\n  (Yes, you may) well hey, let's get on with it\n\n  Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted, out the vents of hecklers and fans\n  Either which way they all hop on the van, the band, the band, here comes the band\n  The tribe of fingers all on one hand, me, myself, and I is dark\n  Monie love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark\n\n  Sister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London\n  Residing with my brothers and I learned a lot from them\n  About the group, how to be smooth and play funky\n  And sometimes rated, it's kind of funky, but it's cool\n  For we are beyond the stereotypes, coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype\n  Rocking on and off beat, and I do believe I'm right (you're right)\n  Am I wrong? (Yeah, son)\n\n  Don't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying\n  With the brothers' Jungle, soul, and the tribe I'm saying\n  Funky-funky rhymes that always stay in swing\n  I believe we doing our own thing\n\n  We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n  We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n  We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n  We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n\n  Well, my family sets all the trends, from soul to soul, large to lose ends\n  And I'm inside groups like kill? ('Cause that's where the money's at)\n  Yeah, the industry's filled with copycats, R&B mixed with sloppy raps\n  Tribes like us always open doors, but what for? So you can get yours?\n\n  You ain't in to it, all you want is profit, so I ask you please to stop it\n  Leave me alone, get off my bone 'cause I'm doing my own thang\n  A new seed, a new breed, a new man you to feed the greed\n  A new pair of boots for a new piece of butt\n  Sweet daddy, are you there? (Sammy B is on the cut!)\n\n  Spinning back for a rap that's laid back, ready to kick back, those get no slack\n  I may rock a rhyme, or I may start to sing, but still, I'm doing my own thing\n  In comes the mood of jungle and daisies, play the same and let the vibes grace me\n  All hold hands and let's walk about, and form a circle and talk about\n\n  Don't follow the path that we're stepping, truth to the soul is what I'm cramming\n  Reasons for this is that the family's strong, and like Bob Marley said, \"We're jammin'\"\n  Seeing is believing, so see and believe, and let the groove of the new proceed\n  A whole bunch of love, peace signs, and fun, so let's do what's got to be done, you know?\n\n  And personally I feel, you know, we're doing our own thing, you know\n  No stereotype or anything like that, and I believe that's a healthy thing to do, what do you think?\n  But now I feel like...\n"},{"id":34446233,"name":"Doin’ Our Own Dang (Richie Fermie remix)","trackName":"Doin’ Our Own Dang (Richie Fermie remix)","artistName":"Jungle Brothers","albumName":"Doin’ Our Own Dang","duration":322.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We're doin' our own thing\nWe're doin' our own thing\nWe're doin' our own thing\n'Cause we're doin' our own thing\n\nMe, Plug Three\n\nThe one they call Baby Huey\n\nThe one that gets all the buddy\n(All the buddy!) Yeah, that's right\nA fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tang\nA little somethin' that's all grown and all on bang\nBreakin' the beat others wish they broke\nBasslines so dope that you just might choke\nDon't bite off something that you can't chew\nAnd don't trail behind when I'm comin' through\nTruck the feel that you really can't feel\n'Cause you're tryin' to feel what's on my reel-to-reel\n\nA tree is a trunk\nCan't you see what I see, a bright new fruit to eat\nWe count to ten before it has to freeze\n\nNow that's family\nEquipped with the brothers and the\nSisters and the sisters and the brothers\nAnd all the others\nWith the funky flairs, the plugged-out hairs\nIt's the life of Riley, I'm really ready\n\nDazing at the battlefield of rap\nThe cool June bugs, the wits, the wacks\nPraise the brothers for what they be\nAnd praise the Lord for good Jay Dee\n\nWe're doin' our own thing (Say, say what?)\nWe're doin' our own thing (Say, say what?)\nWe're doin' our own thing (Say, say what?)\n'Cause we're doin' our own thing (Yeah)\n\nWell, my family sets all the trends\nFrom Soul II Soul on to Loose Ends\nA&R men sign groups like them\n('Cause that's where the money's at, honey)\nThe industry's filled with copycats\nR&B mixed with sloppy raps\nTribes like us always open doors\n\nBut what for? 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(Yeah, son)\n[02:08.14] Don't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying\n[02:10.31] With the brothers' Jungle, soul, and the tribe I'm saying\n[02:12.15] Funky-funky rhymes that always stay in swing\n[02:14.50] I believe we doing our own thing\n[02:16.69] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:18.36] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:20.68] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:22.34] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:24.88] Well, my family sets all the trends, from soul to soul, large to lose ends\n[02:29.12] And I'm inside groups like kill? ('Cause that's where the money's at)\n[02:33.05] Yeah, the industry's filled with copycats, R&B mixed with sloppy raps\n[02:37.86] Tribes like us always open doors, but what for? 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(Yeah, son)\n[02:08.34] Don't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying\n[02:10.34] With the brothers' Jungle, soul, and the tribe I'm saying\n[02:12.12] Funky-funky rhymes that always stay in swing\n[02:14.55] I believe we doing our own thing\n[02:16.68] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:18.33] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:20.66] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:22.35] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:24.89] Well, my family sets all the trends, from soul to soul, large to lose ends\n[02:29.12] And I'm inside groups like kill? ('Cause that's where the money's at)\n[02:33.06] Yeah, the industry's filled with copycats, R&B mixed with sloppy raps\n[02:37.87] Tribes like us always open doors, but what for? 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A white blue fruit to boot\n[00:48.32] We count to ten before we pass the crews, now that's family\n[00:51.88] Equipped with the brothers and the sisters, and the sisters and the brothers\n[00:54.88] And all others\n[00:55.86] With the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs\n[00:58.23] It's the life of Riley, I'm really ready\n[01:00.33] Gazing at the dollar fill of rap, the cool June bugs, the wicks, the wacks\n[01:04.64] Praise the rhythms for what it beez, and praise the lord for the J. 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(Yeah, son)\n[02:08.18] Don't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying\n[02:10.33] With the brothers' Jungle, soul, and the tribe I'm saying\n[02:12.13] Funky-funky rhymes that always stay in swing\n[02:14.58] I believe we doing our own thing\n[02:16.67] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:18.32] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:20.67] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:22.32] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:24.86] Well, my family sets all the trends, from soul to soul, large to lose ends\n[02:29.10] And I'm inside groups like kill? ('Cause that's where the money's at)\n[02:33.07] Yeah, the industry's filled with copycats, R&B mixed with sloppy raps\n[02:37.83] Tribes like us always open doors, but what for? 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(Yeah, son)\n[02:08.18] Don't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying\n[02:10.33] With the brothers' Jungle, soul, and the tribe I'm saying\n[02:12.13] Funky-funky rhymes that always stay in swing\n[02:14.58] I believe we doing our own thing\n[02:16.67] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:18.32] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:20.67] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:22.32] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:24.86] Well, my family sets all the trends, from soul to soul, large to lose ends\n[02:29.10] And I'm inside groups like kill? ('Cause that's where the money's at)\n[02:33.07] Yeah, the industry's filled with copycats, R&B mixed with sloppy raps\n[02:37.83] Tribes like us always open doors, but what for? 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(Yeah, son)\n\n  Don't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying\n  With the brothers' Jungle, soul, and the tribe I'm saying\n  Funky-funky rhymes that always stay in swing\n  I believe we doing our own thing\n\n  We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n  We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n  We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n  We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n\n  Well, my family sets all the trends, from soul to soul, large to lose ends\n  And I'm inside groups like kill? ('Cause that's where the money's at)\n  Yeah, the industry's filled with copycats, R&B mixed with sloppy raps\n  Tribes like us always open doors, but what for? 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Or see what grandpa Bam saw\nThe funk we transmit is unstable, one condition if I am able to say\n(Yes, you may) well hey, let's get on with it\n\nVocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted, out the vents of hecklers and fans\nEither which way they all hop on the van, the band, the band, here comes the band\nThe tribe of fingers all on one hand, me, myself, and I is dark\nMonie love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark\n\nSister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London\nResiding with my brothers and I learned a lot from them\nAbout the group, how to be smooth and play funky\nAnd sometimes rated, it's kind of funky, but it's cool\nFor we are beyond the stereotypes, coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype\nRocking on and off beat, and I do believe I'm right (you're right)\nAm I wrong? (Yeah, son)\n\nDon't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying\nWith the brothers' Jungle, soul, and the tribe I'm saying\nFunky-funky rhymes that always stay in swing\nI believe we doing our own thing\n\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n\nWell, my family sets all the trends, from soul to soul, large to lose ends\nAnd I'm inside groups like kill? ('Cause that's where the money's at)\nYeah, the industry's filled with copycats, R&B mixed with sloppy raps\nTribes like us always open doors, but what for? So you can get yours?\n\nYou ain't in to it, all you want is profit, so I ask you please to stop it\nLeave me alone, get off my bone 'cause I'm doing my own thang\nA new seed, a new breed, a new man you to feed the greed\nA new pair of boots for a new piece of butt\nSweet daddy, are you there? (Sammy B is on the cut!)\n\nSpinning back for a rap that's laid back, ready to kick back, those get no slack\nI may rock a rhyme, or I may start to sing, but still, I'm doing my own thing\nIn comes the mood of jungle and daisies, play the same and let the vibes grace me\nAll hold hands and let's walk about, and form a circle and talk about\n\nDon't follow the path that we're stepping, truth to the soul is what I'm cramming\nReasons for this is that the family's strong, and like Bob Marley said, \"We're jammin'\"\nSeeing is believing, so see and believe, and let the groove of the new proceed\nA whole bunch of love, peace signs, and fun, so let's do what's got to be done, you know?\n\nAnd personally I feel, you know, we're doing our own thing, you know\nNo stereotype or anything like that, and I believe that's a healthy thing to do, what do you think?\nBut now I feel like...","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.87] Me, plug three, the one they call baby Huey\n[00:22.56] The one that gets all the money (all the money)\n[00:25.15] Yeah, that's right\n[00:26.33] A fat, funky fruit with a whole lot of tang, a little something called doing our own thang\n[00:30.75] Breaking the beat others worse they broke, bass line so dope that you just might choke\n[00:34.54] Don't bite off something that you can't chew, and don't trail behind when I'm coming through\n[00:39.20] Fronting the feel that you really can't feel 'cause you're trying to feel what's on my reel to reel\n[00:43.16] A tree is growing, can't you see what I see? 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(Yeah, son)\n[02:08.14] Don't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying\n[02:10.31] With the brothers' Jungle, soul, and the tribe I'm saying\n[02:12.15] Funky-funky rhymes that always stay in swing\n[02:14.50] I believe we doing our own thing\n[02:16.69] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:18.36] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:20.68] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:22.34] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:24.88] Well, my family sets all the trends, from soul to soul, large to lose ends\n[02:29.12] And I'm inside groups like kill? ('Cause that's where the money's at)\n[02:33.05] Yeah, the industry's filled with copycats, R&B mixed with sloppy raps\n[02:37.86] Tribes like us always open doors, but what for? 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Or see what grandpa Bam saw\n  The funk we transmit is unstable, one condition if I am able to say\n  (Yes, you may) well hey, let's get on with it\n\n  Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted, out the vents of hecklers and fans\n  Either which way they all hop on the van, the band, the band, here comes the band\n  The tribe of fingers all on one hand, me, myself, and I is dark\n  Monie love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark\n\n  Sister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London\n  Residing with my brothers and I learned a lot from them\n  About the group, how to be smooth and play funky\n  And sometimes rated, it's kind of funky, but it's cool\n  For we are beyond the stereotypes, coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype\n  Rocking on and off beat, and I do believe I'm right (you're right)\n  Am I wrong? 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A white blue fruit to boot\nWe count to ten before we pass the crews, now that's family\nEquipped with the brothers and the sisters, and the sisters and the brothers\nAnd all others\nWith the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs\nIt's the life of Riley, I'm really ready\nGazing at the dollar fill of rap, the cool June bugs, the wicks, the wacks\nPraise the rhythms for what it beez, and praise the lord for the J. B's\n\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n\nIsn't it cool when you cut your hair and the blood is red instead of sellout green?\nThis is not the music for an R&B mind, this is flower intertwined with a vine\n(In other words, this is rose) you see what I mean? Or see what grandpa Bam saw\nThe funk we transmit is unstable, one condition if I am able to say\n(Yes, you may) well hey, let's get on with it\n\nVocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted, out the vents of hecklers and fans\nEither which way they all hop on the van, the band, the band, here comes the band\nThe tribe of fingers all on one hand, me, myself, and I is dark\nMonie love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark\n\nSister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London\nResiding with my brothers and I learned a lot from them\nAbout the group, how to be smooth and play funky\nAnd sometimes rated, it's kind of funky, but it's cool\nFor we are beyond the stereotypes, coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype\nRocking on and off beat, and I do believe I'm right (you're right)\nAm I wrong? (Yeah, son)\n\nDon't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying\nWith the brothers' Jungle, soul, and the tribe I'm saying\nFunky-funky rhymes that always stay in swing\nI believe we doing our own thing\n\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n\nWell, my family sets all the trends, from soul to soul, large to lose ends\nAnd I'm inside groups like kill? ('Cause that's where the money's at)\nYeah, the industry's filled with copycats, R&B mixed with sloppy raps\nTribes like us always open doors, but what for? So you can get yours?\n\nYou ain't in to it, all you want is profit, so I ask you please to stop it\nLeave me alone, get off my bone 'cause I'm doing my own thang\nA new seed, a new breed, a new man you to feed the greed\nA new pair of boots for a new piece of butt\nSweet daddy, are you there? (Sammy B is on the cut!)\n\nSpinning back for a rap that's laid back, ready to kick back, those get no slack\nI may rock a rhyme, or I may start to sing, but still, I'm doing my own thing\nIn comes the mood of jungle and daisies, play the same and let the vibes grace me\nAll hold hands and let's walk about, and form a circle and talk about\n\nDon't follow the path that we're stepping, truth to the soul is what I'm cramming\nReasons for this is that the family's strong, and like Bob Marley said, \"We're jammin'\"\nSeeing is believing, so see and believe, and let the groove of the new proceed\nA whole bunch of love, peace signs, and fun, so let's do what's got to be done, you know?\n\nAnd personally I feel, you know, we're doing our own thing, you know\nNo stereotype or anything like that, and I believe that's a healthy thing to do, what do you think?\nBut now I feel like...","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.87] Me, plug three, the one they call baby Huey\n[00:22.56] The one that gets all the money (all the money)\n[00:25.15] Yeah, that's right\n[00:26.33] A fat, funky fruit with a whole lot of tang, a little something called doing our own thang\n[00:30.75] Breaking the beat others worse they broke, bass line so dope that you just might choke\n[00:34.54] Don't bite off something that you can't chew, and don't trail behind when I'm coming through\n[00:39.20] Fronting the feel that you really can't feel 'cause you're trying to feel what's on my reel to reel\n[00:43.16] A tree is growing, can't you see what I see? A white blue fruit to boot\n[00:48.37] We count to ten before we pass the crews, now that's family\n[00:51.81] Equipped with the brothers and the sisters, and the sisters and the brothers\n[00:54.88] And all others\n[00:55.85] With the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs\n[00:58.21] It's the life of Riley, I'm really ready\n[01:00.33] Gazing at the dollar fill of rap, the cool June bugs, the wicks, the wacks\n[01:04.61] Praise the rhythms for what it beez, and praise the lord for the J. 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Or see what grandpa Bam saw\n[01:29.75] The funk we transmit is unstable, one condition if I am able to say\n[01:34.54] (Yes, you may) well hey, let's get on with it\n[01:36.20] Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted, out the vents of hecklers and fans\n[01:40.69] Either which way they all hop on the van, the band, the band, here comes the band\n[01:44.82] The tribe of fingers all on one hand, me, myself, and I is dark\n[01:48.78] Monie love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark\n[01:50.95] Sister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London\n[01:53.92] Residing with my brothers and I learned a lot from them\n[01:55.91] About the group, how to be smooth and play funky\n[01:57.92] And sometimes rated, it's kind of funky, but it's cool\n[02:00.19] For we are beyond the stereotypes, coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype\n[02:04.47] Rocking on and off beat, and I do believe I'm right (you're right)\n[02:07.05] Am I wrong? (Yeah, son)\n[02:08.14] Don't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying\n[02:10.31] With the brothers' Jungle, soul, and the tribe I'm saying\n[02:12.15] Funky-funky rhymes that always stay in swing\n[02:14.50] I believe we doing our own thing\n[02:16.69] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:18.36] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:20.68] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:22.34] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:24.88] Well, my family sets all the trends, from soul to soul, large to lose ends\n[02:29.12] And I'm inside groups like kill? ('Cause that's where the money's at)\n[02:33.05] Yeah, the industry's filled with copycats, R&B mixed with sloppy raps\n[02:37.86] Tribes like us always open doors, but what for? 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Or see what grandpa Bam saw\nThe funk we transmit is unstable, one condition if I am able to say\n(Yes, you may) well hey, let's get on with it\n\nVocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted, out the vents of hecklers and fans\nEither which way they all hop on the van, the band, the band, here comes the band\nThe tribe of fingers all on one hand, me, myself, and I is dark\nMonie love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark\n\nSister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London\nResiding with my brothers and I learned a lot from them\nAbout the group, how to be smooth and play funky\nAnd sometimes rated, it's kind of funky, but it's cool\nFor we are beyond the stereotypes, coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype\nRocking on and off beat, and I do believe I'm right (you're right)\nAm I wrong? (Yeah, son)\n\nDon't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying\nWith the brothers' Jungle, soul, and the tribe I'm saying\nFunky-funky rhymes that always stay in swing\nI believe we doing our own thing\n\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n\nWell, my family sets all the trends, from soul to soul, large to lose ends\nAnd I'm inside groups like kill? ('Cause that's where the money's at)\nYeah, the industry's filled with copycats, R&B mixed with sloppy raps\nTribes like us always open doors, but what for? So you can get yours?\n\nYou ain't in to it, all you want is profit, so I ask you please to stop it\nLeave me alone, get off my bone 'cause I'm doing my own thang\nA new seed, a new breed, a new man you to feed the greed\nA new pair of boots for a new piece of butt\nSweet daddy, are you there? (Sammy B is on the cut!)\n\nSpinning back for a rap that's laid back, ready to kick back, those get no slack\nI may rock a rhyme, or I may start to sing, but still, I'm doing my own thing\nIn comes the mood of jungle and daisies, play the same and let the vibes grace me\nAll hold hands and let's walk about, and form a circle and talk about\n\nDon't follow the path that we're stepping, truth to the soul is what I'm cramming\nReasons for this is that the family's strong, and like Bob Marley said, \"We're jammin'\"\nSeeing is believing, so see and believe, and let the groove of the new proceed\nA whole bunch of love, peace signs, and fun, so let's do what's got to be done, you know?\n\nAnd personally I feel, you know, we're doing our own thing, you know\nNo stereotype or anything like that, and I believe that's a healthy thing to do, what do you think?\nBut now I feel like...","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.87] Me, plug three, the one they call baby Huey\n[00:22.52] The one that gets all the money (all the money)\n[00:25.19] Yeah, that's right\n[00:26.33] A fat, funky fruit with a whole lot of tang, a little something called doing our own thang\n[00:30.72] Breaking the beat others worse they broke, bass line so dope that you just might choke\n[00:34.57] Don't bite off something that you can't chew, and don't trail behind when I'm coming through\n[00:39.29] Fronting the feel that you really can't feel 'cause you're trying to feel what's on my reel to reel\n[00:43.10] A tree is growing, can't you see what I see? A white blue fruit to boot\n[00:48.31] We count to ten before we pass the crews, now that's family\n[00:51.82] Equipped with the brothers and the sisters, and the sisters and the brothers\n[00:54.82] And all others\n[00:55.80] With the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs\n[00:58.29] It's the life of Riley, I'm really ready\n[01:00.36] Gazing at the dollar fill of rap, the cool June bugs, the wicks, the wacks\n[01:04.66] Praise the rhythms for what it beez, and praise the lord for the J. B's\n[01:08.24] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[01:10.41] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[01:12.77] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[01:14.51] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[01:17.43] Isn't it cool when you cut your hand and the blood is red instead of sellout green?\n[01:21.55] This is not the music for an R&B mind, this is flower intertwined with a vine\n[01:25.74] (In other words, this is rose) you see what I mean? Or see what grandpa Bam saw\n[01:29.71] The funk we transmit is unstable, one condition if I am able to say\n[01:34.55] (Yes, you may) well hey, let's get on with it\n[01:36.28] Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted, out the vents of hecklers and fans\n[01:40.63] Either which way they all hop on the van, the band, the band, here comes the band\n[01:44.86] The tribe of fingers all on one hand, me, myself, and I is dark\n[01:48.75] Monie love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark\n[01:50.99] Sister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London\n[01:53.92] Residing with my brothers and I learned a lot from them\n[01:55.96] About the group, how to be smooth and play funky\n[01:57.97] And sometimes rated, it's kind of funky, but it's cool\n[02:00.15] For we are beyond the stereotypes, coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype\n[02:04.46] Rocking on and off beat, and I do believe I'm right (you're right)\n[02:07.00] Am I wrong? (Yeah, son)\n[02:08.17] Don't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying\n[02:10.33] With the brothers' Jungle, soul, and the tribe I'm saying\n[02:12.10] Funky-funky rhymes that always stay in swing\n[02:14.57] I believe we doing our own thing\n[02:16.66] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:18.32] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:20.61] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:22.35] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:24.82] Well, my family sets all the trends, from soul to soul, large to lose ends\n[02:29.17] And I'm inside groups like kill? ('Cause that's where the money's at)\n[02:33.01] Yeah, the industry's filled with copycats, R&B mixed with sloppy raps\n[02:37.86] Tribes like us always open doors, but what for? 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A white blue fruit to boot\nWe count to ten before we pass the crews, now that's family\nEquipped with the brothers and the sisters, and the sisters and the brothers\nAnd all others\nWith the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs\nIt's the life of Riley, I'm really ready\nGazing at the dollar fill of rap, the cool June bugs, the wicks, the wacks\nPraise the rhythms for what it beez, and praise the lord for the J. B's\n\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n\nIsn't it cool when you cut your hair and the blood is red instead of sellout green?\nThis is not the music for an R&B mind, this is flower intertwined with a vine\n(In other words, this is rose) you see what I mean? Or see what grandpa Bam saw\nThe funk we transmit is unstable, one condition if I am able to say\n(Yes, you may) well hey, let's get on with it\n\nVocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted, out the vents of hecklers and fans\nEither which way they all hop on the van, the band, the band, here comes the band\nThe tribe of fingers all on one hand, me, myself, and I is dark\nMonie love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark\n\nSister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London\nResiding with my brothers and I learned a lot from them\nAbout the group, how to be smooth and play funky\nAnd sometimes rated, it's kind of funky, but it's cool\nFor we are beyond the stereotypes, coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype\nRocking on and off beat, and I do believe I'm right (you're right)\nAm I wrong? (Yeah, son)\n\nDon't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying\nWith the brothers' Jungle, soul, and the tribe I'm saying\nFunky-funky rhymes that always stay in swing\nI believe we doing our own thing\n\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n\nWell, my family sets all the trends, from soul to soul, large to lose ends\nAnd I'm inside groups like kill? ('Cause that's where the money's at)\nYeah, the industry's filled with copycats, R&B mixed with sloppy raps\nTribes like us always open doors, but what for? So you can get yours?\n\nYou ain't in to it, all you want is profit, so I ask you please to stop it\nLeave me alone, get off my bone 'cause I'm doing my own thang\nA new seed, a new breed, a new man you to feed the greed\nA new pair of boots for a new piece of butt\nSweet daddy, are you there? (Sammy B is on the cut!)\n\nSpinning back for a rap that's laid back, ready to kick back, those get no slack\nI may rock a rhyme, or I may start to sing, but still, I'm doing my own thing\nIn comes the mood of jungle and daisies, play the same and let the vibes grace me\nAll hold hands and let's walk about, and form a circle and talk about\n\nDon't follow the path that we're stepping, truth to the soul is what I'm cramming\nReasons for this is that the family's strong, and like Bob Marley said, \"We're jammin'\"\nSeeing is believing, so see and believe, and let the groove of the new proceed\nA whole bunch of love, peace signs, and fun, so let's do what's got to be done, you know?\n\nAnd personally I feel, you know, we're doing our own thing, you know\nNo stereotype or anything like that, and I believe that's a healthy thing to do, what do you think?\nBut now I feel like...","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.87] Me, plug three, the one they call baby Huey\n[00:22.56] The one that gets all the money (all the money)\n[00:25.15] Yeah, that's right\n[00:26.33] A fat, funky fruit with a whole lot of tang, a little something called doing our own thang\n[00:30.75] Breaking the beat others worse they broke, bass line so dope that you just might choke\n[00:34.54] Don't bite off something that you can't chew, and don't trail behind when I'm coming through\n[00:39.20] Fronting the feel that you really can't feel 'cause you're trying to feel what's on my reel to reel\n[00:43.16] A tree is growing, can't you see what I see? A white blue fruit to boot\n[00:48.37] We count to ten before we pass the crews, now that's family\n[00:51.81] Equipped with the brothers and the sisters, and the sisters and the brothers\n[00:54.88] And all others\n[00:55.85] With the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs\n[00:58.21] It's the life of Riley, I'm really ready\n[01:00.33] Gazing at the dollar fill of rap, the cool June bugs, the wicks, the wacks\n[01:04.61] Praise the rhythms for what it beez, and praise the lord for the J. B's\n[01:08.27] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[01:10.49] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[01:12.79] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[01:14.59] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[01:17.42] Isn't it cool when you cut your hair and the blood is red instead of sellout green?\n[01:21.53] This is not the music for an R&B mind, this is flower intertwined with a vine\n[01:25.78] (In other words, this is rose) you see what I mean? Or see what grandpa Bam saw\n[01:29.75] The funk we transmit is unstable, one condition if I am able to say\n[01:34.54] (Yes, you may) well hey, let's get on with it\n[01:36.20] Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted, out the vents of hecklers and fans\n[01:40.69] Either which way they all hop on the van, the band, the band, here comes the band\n[01:44.82] The tribe of fingers all on one hand, me, myself, and I is dark\n[01:48.78] Monie love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark\n[01:50.95] Sister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London\n[01:53.92] Residing with my brothers and I learned a lot from them\n[01:55.91] About the group, how to be smooth and play funky\n[01:57.92] And sometimes rated, it's kind of funky, but it's cool\n[02:00.19] For we are beyond the stereotypes, coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype\n[02:04.47] Rocking on and off beat, and I do believe I'm right (you're right)\n[02:07.05] Am I wrong? (Yeah, son)\n[02:08.14] Don't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying\n[02:10.31] With the brothers' Jungle, soul, and the tribe I'm saying\n[02:12.15] Funky-funky rhymes that always stay in swing\n[02:14.50] I believe we doing our own thing\n[02:16.69] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:18.36] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:20.68] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:22.34] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:24.88] Well, my family sets all the trends, from soul to soul, large to lose ends\n[02:29.12] And I'm inside groups like kill? ('Cause that's where the money's at)\n[02:33.05] Yeah, the industry's filled with copycats, R&B mixed with sloppy raps\n[02:37.86] Tribes like us always open doors, but what for? So you can get yours?\n[02:42.01] You ain't in to it, all you want is profit, so I ask you please to stop it\n[02:46.45] Leave me alone, get off my bone 'cause I'm doing my own thang\n[02:50.55] A new seed, a new breed, a new man you to feed the greed\n[02:54.53] A new pair of boots for a new piece of butt\n[02:56.98] Sweet daddy, are you there? (Sammy B is on the cut!)\n[02:59.04] Spinning back for a rap that's laid back, ready to kick back, those get no slack\n[03:03.49] I may rock a rhyme, or I may start to sing, but still, I'm doing my own thing\n[03:07.62] In comes the mood of jungle and daisies, play the same and let the vibes grace me\n[03:11.74] All hold hands and let's walk about, and form a circle and talk about\n[03:15.88] Don't follow the path that we're stepping, truth to the soul is what I'm cramming\n[03:20.35] Reasons for this is that the family's strong, and like Bob Marley said, \"We're jammin'\"\n[03:24.43] Seeing is believing, so see and believe, and let the groove of the new proceed\n[03:28.83] A whole bunch of love, peace signs, and fun, so let's do what's got to be done, you know?\n[03:33.68] And personally I feel, you know, we're doing our own thing, you know\n[03:37.65] No stereotype or anything like that, and I believe that's a healthy thing to do, what do you think?\n[03:43.75] But now I feel like...\n[03:44.87] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Doin' Our Own Dang\n  artist: Jungle Brothers\n  album: Turn Up The Bass 10\n  duration_ms: 222171\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Me, plug three, the one they call baby Huey\n  start_ms: 17870\n  end_ms: 22560\n- text: The one that gets all the money (all the money)\n  start_ms: 22560\n  end_ms: 25150\n- text: Yeah, that's right\n  start_ms: 25150\n  end_ms: 26330\n- text: A fat, funky fruit with a whole lot of tang, a little something called doing our own thang\n  start_ms: 26330\n  end_ms: 30750\n- text: Breaking the beat others worse they broke, bass line so dope that you just might choke\n  start_ms: 30750\n  end_ms: 34540\n- text: Don't bite off something that you can't chew, and don't trail behind when I'm coming through\n  start_ms: 34540\n  end_ms: 39200\n- text: Fronting the feel that you really can't feel 'cause you're trying to feel what's on my reel to reel\n  start_ms: 39200\n  end_ms: 43160\n- text: A tree is growing, can't you see what I see? 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Or see what grandpa Bam saw\n  The funk we transmit is unstable, one condition if I am able to say\n  (Yes, you may) well hey, let's get on with it\n\n  Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted, out the vents of hecklers and fans\n  Either which way they all hop on the van, the band, the band, here comes the band\n  The tribe of fingers all on one hand, me, myself, and I is dark\n  Monie love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark\n\n  Sister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London\n  Residing with my brothers and I learned a lot from them\n  About the group, how to be smooth and play funky\n  And sometimes rated, it's kind of funky, but it's cool\n  For we are beyond the stereotypes, coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype\n  Rocking on and off beat, and I do believe I'm right (you're right)\n  Am I wrong? 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A white blue fruit to boot\nWe count to ten before we pass the crews, now that's family\nEquipped with the brothers and the sisters, and the sisters and the brothers\nAnd all others\nWith the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs\nIt's the life of Riley, I'm really ready\nGazing at the dollar fill of rap, the cool June bugs, the wicks, the wacks\nPraise the rhythms for what it beez, and praise the lord for the J. B's\n\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n\nIsn't it cool when you cut your hand and the blood is red instead of sellout green?\nThis is not the music for an R&B mind, this is flower intertwined with a vine\n(In other words, this is rose) you see what I mean? Or see what grandpa Bam saw\nThe funk we transmit is unstable, one condition if I am able to say\n(Yes, you may) well hey, let's get on with it\n\nVocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted, out the vents of hecklers and fans\nEither which way they all hop on the van, the band, the band, here comes the band\nThe tribe of fingers all on one hand, me, myself, and I is dark\nMonie love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark\n\nSister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London\nResiding with my brothers and I learned a lot from them\nAbout the group, how to be smooth and play funky\nAnd sometimes rated, it's kind of funky, but it's cool\nFor we are beyond the stereotypes, coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype\nRocking on and off beat, and I do believe I'm right (you're right)\nAm I wrong? (Yeah, son)\n\nDon't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying\nWith the brothers' Jungle, soul, and the tribe I'm saying\nFunky-funky rhymes that always stay in swing\nI believe we doing our own thing\n\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n\nWell, my family sets all the trends, from soul to soul, large to lose ends\nAnd I'm inside groups like kill? ('Cause that's where the money's at)\nYeah, the industry's filled with copycats, R&B mixed with sloppy raps\nTribes like us always open doors, but what for? So you can get yours?\n\nYou ain't in to it, all you want is profit, so I ask you please to stop it\nLeave me alone, get off my bone 'cause I'm doing my own thang\nA new seed, a new breed, a new man you to feed the greed\nA new pair of boots for a new piece of butt\nSweet daddy, are you there? (Sammy B is on the cut!)\n\nSpinning back for a rap that's laid back, ready to kick back, those get no slack\nI may rock a rhyme, or I may start to sing, but still, I'm doing my own thing\nIn comes the mood of jungle and daisies, play the same and let the vibes grace me\nAll hold hands and let's walk about, and form a circle and talk about\n\nDon't follow the path that we're stepping, truth to the soul is what I'm cramming\nReasons for this is that the family's strong, and like Bob Marley said, \"We're jammin'\"\nSeeing is believing, so see and believe, and let the groove of the new proceed\nA whole bunch of love, peace signs, and fun, so let's do what's got to be done, you know?\n\nAnd personally I feel, you know, we're doing our own thing, you know\nNo stereotype or anything like that, and I believe that's a healthy thing to do, what do you think?\nBut now I feel like...","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.87] Me, plug three, the one they call baby Huey\n[00:22.52] The one that gets all the money (all the money)\n[00:25.19] Yeah, that's right\n[00:26.33] A fat, funky fruit with a whole lot of tang, a little something called doing our own thang\n[00:30.72] Breaking the beat others worse they broke, bass line so dope that you just might choke\n[00:34.57] Don't bite off something that you can't chew, and don't trail behind when I'm coming through\n[00:39.29] Fronting the feel that you really can't feel 'cause you're trying to feel what's on my reel to reel\n[00:43.10] A tree is growing, can't you see what I see? A white blue fruit to boot\n[00:48.31] We count to ten before we pass the crews, now that's family\n[00:51.82] Equipped with the brothers and the sisters, and the sisters and the brothers\n[00:54.82] And all others\n[00:55.80] With the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs\n[00:58.29] It's the life of Riley, I'm really ready\n[01:00.36] Gazing at the dollar fill of rap, the cool June bugs, the wicks, the wacks\n[01:04.66] Praise the rhythms for what it beez, and praise the lord for the J. B's\n[01:08.24] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[01:10.41] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[01:12.77] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[01:14.51] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[01:17.43] Isn't it cool when you cut your hand and the blood is red instead of sellout green?\n[01:21.55] This is not the music for an R&B mind, this is flower intertwined with a vine\n[01:25.74] (In other words, this is rose) you see what I mean? Or see what grandpa Bam saw\n[01:29.71] The funk we transmit is unstable, one condition if I am able to say\n[01:34.55] (Yes, you may) well hey, let's get on with it\n[01:36.28] Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted, out the vents of hecklers and fans\n[01:40.63] Either which way they all hop on the van, the band, the band, here comes the band\n[01:44.86] The tribe of fingers all on one hand, me, myself, and I is dark\n[01:48.75] Monie love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark\n[01:50.99] Sister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London\n[01:53.92] Residing with my brothers and I learned a lot from them\n[01:55.96] About the group, how to be smooth and play funky\n[01:57.97] And sometimes rated, it's kind of funky, but it's cool\n[02:00.15] For we are beyond the stereotypes, coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype\n[02:04.46] Rocking on and off beat, and I do believe I'm right (you're right)\n[02:07.00] Am I wrong? (Yeah, son)\n[02:08.17] Don't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying\n[02:10.33] With the brothers' Jungle, soul, and the tribe I'm saying\n[02:12.10] Funky-funky rhymes that always stay in swing\n[02:14.57] I believe we doing our own thing\n[02:16.66] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:18.32] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:20.61] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:22.35] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:24.82] Well, my family sets all the trends, from soul to soul, large to lose ends\n[02:29.17] And I'm inside groups like kill? ('Cause that's where the money's at)\n[02:33.01] Yeah, the industry's filled with copycats, R&B mixed with sloppy raps\n[02:37.86] Tribes like us always open doors, but what for? So you can get yours?\n[02:42.08] You ain't in to it, all you want is profit, so I ask you please to stop it\n[02:46.49] Leave me alone, get off my bone 'cause I'm doing my own thang\n[02:50.57] A new seed, a new breed, a new man you to feed the greed\n[02:54.50] A new pair of boots for a new piece of butt\n[02:56.93] Sweet daddy, are you there? (Sammy B is on the cut!)\n[02:59.01] Spinning back for a rap that's laid back, ready to kick back, those get no slack\n[03:03.41] I may rock a rhyme, or I may start to sing, but still, I'm doing my own thing\n[03:07.68] In comes the mood of jungle and daisies, play the same and let the vibes grace me\n[03:11.70] All hold hands and let's walk about, and form a circle and talk about\n[03:15.85] Don't follow the path that we're stepping, truth to the soul is what I'm cramming\n[03:20.35] Reasons for this is that the family's strong, and like Bob Marley said, \"We're jammin'\"\n[03:24.45] Seeing is believing, so see and believe, and let the groove of the new proceed\n[03:28.85] A whole bunch of love, peace signs, and fun, so let's do what's got to be done, you know?\n[03:33.68] And personally I feel, you know, we're doing our own thing, you know\n[03:37.62] No stereotype or anything like that, and I believe that's a healthy thing to do, what do you think?\n[03:43.72] But now I feel like...\n[03:45.63] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Doin’ Our Own Dang\n  artist: Jungle Brothers\n  album: Summer Jazzy Sounds\n  duration_ms: 258933\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Me, plug three, the one they call baby Huey\n  start_ms: 17870\n  end_ms: 22520\n- text: The one that gets all the money (all the money)\n  start_ms: 22520\n  end_ms: 25190\n- text: Yeah, that's right\n  start_ms: 25190\n  end_ms: 26330\n- text: A fat, funky fruit with a whole lot of tang, a little something called doing our own thang\n  start_ms: 26330\n  end_ms: 30720\n- text: Breaking the beat others worse they broke, bass line so dope that you just might choke\n  start_ms: 30720\n  end_ms: 34570\n- text: Don't bite off something that you can't chew, and don't trail behind when I'm coming through\n  start_ms: 34570\n  end_ms: 39290\n- text: Fronting the feel that you really can't feel 'cause you're trying to feel what's on my reel to reel\n  start_ms: 39290\n  end_ms: 43100\n- text: A tree is growing, can't you see what I see? 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A white blue fruit to boot\nWe count to ten before we pass the crews, now that's family\nEquipped with the brothers and the sisters and the sisters and the brothers\nAnd all others, with the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs\nIt's the life of Riley, I'm really ready\nGazing at the dollar fill of rap\nThe cool June bugs, the wicks, the wacks\nPraise the rhythms for what it beez\nAnd praise the Lord for the JB's\n[Chorus]\nWe're doing our own dang [Repeat: x4]\n[Posdnuos]\nIsn't it cool when you cut your hair\nAnd the blood is red instead of sellout green\nThis is not the music for an R&B mind\nThis is flower intertwined with a vine\n(In other words this is rose)\nYou see what I mean? Or see what Grandpa Bam saw\nFunk we transmit is unstable\nOne condition if I am able to say\n(Yes you may) Well hey, let's get on with it\nVocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted\nOut the vents of hecklers and fans\nEither which way they all hop on the van\nThe band, the band, here comes the band\nThe tribe of fingers all on one hand\nMe, myself, and I are dark\nMonie Love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark\n[Monie Love]\nSister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London\nResiding with my brothers and I learned a lot from them\nAbout the group, how to be smooth and play funky\nAnd sometimes rated it's kind of funky, but it's cool\nFor we are beyond the stereotypes\nCoordination crazy, but still it sounds hype\nRocking on and off beat, and I do believe I'm right (You're right)\nAm I wrong? (Yeah, son)\nDon't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying\nWith the Brothers Jungle, Soul, and the Tribe I'm saying\nFunky funky rhymes that always stay in swing\nI believe we doing our own thing\n[Chorus]\n[Afrika]\nWell my family sets all the trends\nFrom soul to soul, large to loose ends\nAnd I all my groups like kill?\n(Cause that's where the money's at)\nYeah, the industry's filled with copycats\nR&B mixed with sloppy raps\nTribes like us always open doors\nBut what for, so you can get yours?\nYou ain't in to it, all you want is profit\nSo I ask you please to stop it\nLeave me alone, get off my bone\nCause I'm doing my own\n[Mike G]\nA new seed, a new breed\nA new man you to feed the greed\nA new pair of boots for a new piece of butt\nSweet daddy are you there? (Sammy be\t is on the cut!)\nSpinning back for a rap that's laid back\nRead to kic back, those get no slack\nI may rock a rhyme or I may start to sing\nBut still, I'm doing my own thing\n[Dove]\nIn comes the mood of Jungle and Daisies\nPlay the same and let the vibes grace me\nAll hold hands and let's walk about\nAnd form a circle and talk about\nDon't follow the path that we're stepping\nTruth to the soul is what I'm cramming\nReasons for this is that the family's strong\nAnd like Bob Marley said \"We're jammin'\"\nSeeing is believing, so see and believe\nAnd let the groove of the new proceed\nA whole bunch of love, peace signs, and fun\nSo let's do what's got to be done, you know?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Doin' Our Own Dang\n  artist: Jungle Brothers\n  album: Rap Classics\n  duration_ms: 258933\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: \"[Maceo]\\nMe, Plug Three, the one they call Baby Huey\\nThe one that gets all the money (all the money)\\nYeah, that's right\\n[Dove]\\nA fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tang\\nA little something called \\\"Doing Our Own Dang\\\"\\nBreaking the beat others wished they broke\\nBass line so dope that you just might choke\\nDon't bite off something that you can't chew\\nAnd don't trail behind when I'm coming through\\nFronting the feel that you really can't feel\\nCause you're trying to feel what's on my reel to reel\\n[Q-Tip]\\nA tree is growing\\nCan't you see what I see? 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(Yeah, son)\\nDon't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying\\nWith the Brothers Jungle, Soul, and the Tribe I'm saying\\nFunky funky rhymes that always stay in swing\\nI believe we doing our own thing\\n[Chorus]\\n[Afrika]\\nWell my family sets all the trends\\nFrom soul to soul, large to loose ends\\nAnd I all my groups like kill?\\n(Cause that's where the money's at)\\nYeah, the industry's filled with copycats\\nR&B mixed with sloppy raps\\nTribes like us always open doors\\nBut what for, so you can get yours?\\nYou ain't in to it, all you want is profit\\nSo I ask you please to stop it\\nLeave me alone, get off my bone\\nCause I'm doing my own\\n[Mike G]\\nA new seed, a new breed\\nA new man you to feed the greed\\nA new pair of boots for a new piece of butt\\nSweet daddy are you there? 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A white blue fruit to boot\nWe count to ten before we pass the crews, now that's family\nEquipped with the brothers and the sisters, and the sisters and the brothers\nAnd all others\nWith the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs\nIt's the life of Riley, I'm really ready\nGazing at the dollar fill of rap, the cool June bugs, the wicks, the wacks\nPraise the rhythms for what it beez, and praise the lord for the J. B's\n\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n\nIsn't it cool when you cut your hair and the blood is red instead of sellout green?\nThis is not the music for an R&B mind, this is flower intertwined with a vine\n(In other words, this is rose) you see what I mean? Or see what grandpa Bam saw\nThe funk we transmit is unstable, one condition if I am able to say\n(Yes, you may) well hey, let's get on with it\n\nVocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted, out the vents of hecklers and fans\nEither which way they all hop on the van, the band, the band, here comes the band\nThe tribe of fingers all on one hand, me, myself, and I is dark\nMonie love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark\n\nSister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London\nResiding with my brothers and I learned a lot from them\nAbout the group, how to be smooth and play funky\nAnd sometimes rated, it's kind of funky, but it's cool\nFor we are beyond the stereotypes, coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype\nRocking on and off beat, and I do believe I'm right (you're right)\nAm I wrong? (Yeah, son)\n\nDon't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying\nWith the brothers' Jungle, soul, and the tribe I'm saying\nFunky-funky rhymes that always stay in swing\nI believe we doing our own thing\n\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n\nWell, my family sets all the trends, from soul to soul, large to lose ends\nAnd I'm inside groups like kill? ('Cause that's where the money's at)\nYeah, the industry's filled with copycats, R&B mixed with sloppy raps\nTribes like us always open doors, but what for? So you can get yours?\n\nYou ain't in to it, all you want is profit, so I ask you please to stop it\nLeave me alone, get off my bone 'cause I'm doing my own thang\nA new seed, a new breed, a new man you to feed the greed\nA new pair of boots for a new piece of butt\nSweet daddy, are you there? (Sammy B is on the cut!)\n\nSpinning back for a rap that's laid back, ready to kick back, those get no slack\nI may rock a rhyme, or I may start to sing, but still, I'm doing my own thing\nIn comes the mood of jungle and daisies, play the same and let the vibes grace me\nAll hold hands and let's walk about, and form a circle and talk about\n\nDon't follow the path that we're stepping, truth to the soul is what I'm cramming\nReasons for this is that the family's strong, and like Bob Marley said, \"We're jammin'\"\nSeeing is believing, so see and believe, and let the groove of the new proceed\nA whole bunch of love, peace signs, and fun, so let's do what's got to be done, you know?\n\nAnd personally I feel, you know, we're doing our own thing, you know\nNo stereotype or anything like that, and I believe that's a healthy thing to do, what do you think?\nBut now I feel like...","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.87] Me, plug three, the one they call baby Huey\n[00:22.56] The one that gets all the money (all the money)\n[00:25.15] Yeah, that's right\n[00:26.33] A fat, funky fruit with a whole lot of tang, a little something called doing our own thang\n[00:30.75] Breaking the beat others worse they broke, bass line so dope that you just might choke\n[00:34.54] Don't bite off something that you can't chew, and don't trail behind when I'm coming through\n[00:39.20] Fronting the feel that you really can't feel 'cause you're trying to feel what's on my reel to reel\n[00:43.16] A tree is growing, can't you see what I see? A white blue fruit to boot\n[00:48.37] We count to ten before we pass the crews, now that's family\n[00:51.81] Equipped with the brothers and the sisters, and the sisters and the brothers\n[00:54.88] And all others\n[00:55.85] With the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs\n[00:58.21] It's the life of Riley, I'm really ready\n[01:00.33] Gazing at the dollar fill of rap, the cool June bugs, the wicks, the wacks\n[01:04.61] Praise the rhythms for what it beez, and praise the lord for the J. B's\n[01:08.27] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[01:10.49] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[01:12.79] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[01:14.59] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[01:17.42] Isn't it cool when you cut your hair and the blood is red instead of sellout green?\n[01:21.53] This is not the music for an R&B mind, this is flower intertwined with a vine\n[01:25.78] (In other words, this is rose) you see what I mean? Or see what grandpa Bam saw\n[01:29.75] The funk we transmit is unstable, one condition if I am able to say\n[01:34.54] (Yes, you may) well hey, let's get on with it\n[01:36.20] Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted, out the vents of hecklers and fans\n[01:40.69] Either which way they all hop on the van, the band, the band, here comes the band\n[01:44.82] The tribe of fingers all on one hand, me, myself, and I is dark\n[01:48.78] Monie love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark\n[01:50.95] Sister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London\n[01:53.92] Residing with my brothers and I learned a lot from them\n[01:55.91] About the group, how to be smooth and play funky\n[01:57.92] And sometimes rated, it's kind of funky, but it's cool\n[02:00.19] For we are beyond the stereotypes, coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype\n[02:04.47] Rocking on and off beat, and I do believe I'm right (you're right)\n[02:07.05] Am I wrong? (Yeah, son)\n[02:08.14] Don't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying\n[02:10.31] With the brothers' Jungle, soul, and the tribe I'm saying\n[02:12.15] Funky-funky rhymes that always stay in swing\n[02:14.50] I believe we doing our own thing\n[02:16.69] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:18.36] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:20.68] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:22.34] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:24.88] Well, my family sets all the trends, from soul to soul, large to lose ends\n[02:29.12] And I'm inside groups like kill? ('Cause that's where the money's at)\n[02:33.05] Yeah, the industry's filled with copycats, R&B mixed with sloppy raps\n[02:37.86] Tribes like us always open doors, but what for? 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A white blue fruit to boot\nWe count to ten before we pass the crews, now that's family\nEquipped with the brothers and the sisters, and the sisters and the brothers\nAnd all others\nWith the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs\nIt's the life of Riley, I'm really ready\nGazing at the dollar fill of rap, the cool June bugs, the wicks, the wacks\nPraise the rhythms for what it beez, and praise the lord for the J. B's\n\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n\nIsn't it cool when you cut your hair and the blood is red instead of sellout green?\nThis is not the music for an R&B mind, this is flower intertwined with a vine\n(In other words, this is rose) you see what I mean? Or see what grandpa Bam saw\nThe funk we transmit is unstable, one condition if I am able to say\n(Yes, you may) well hey, let's get on with it\n\nVocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted, out the vents of hecklers and fans\nEither which way they all hop on the van, the band, the band, here comes the band\nThe tribe of fingers all on one hand, me, myself, and I is dark\nMonie love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark\n\nSister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London\nResiding with my brothers and I learned a lot from them\nAbout the group, how to be smooth and play funky\nAnd sometimes rated, it's kind of funky, but it's cool\nFor we are beyond the stereotypes, coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype\nRocking on and off beat, and I do believe I'm right (you're right)\nAm I wrong? (Yeah, son)\n\nDon't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying\nWith the brothers' Jungle, soul, and the tribe I'm saying\nFunky-funky rhymes that always stay in swing\nI believe we doing our own thing\n\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n\nWell, my family sets all the trends, from soul to soul, large to lose ends\nAnd I'm inside groups like kill? ('Cause that's where the money's at)\nYeah, the industry's filled with copycats, R&B mixed with sloppy raps\nTribes like us always open doors, but what for? So you can get yours?\n\nYou ain't in to it, all you want is profit, so I ask you please to stop it\nLeave me alone, get off my bone 'cause I'm doing my own thang\nA new seed, a new breed, a new man you to feed the greed\nA new pair of boots for a new piece of butt\nSweet daddy, are you there? (Sammy B is on the cut!)\n\nSpinning back for a rap that's laid back, ready to kick back, those get no slack\nI may rock a rhyme, or I may start to sing, but still, I'm doing my own thing\nIn comes the mood of jungle and daisies, play the same and let the vibes grace me\nAll hold hands and let's walk about, and form a circle and talk about\n\nDon't follow the path that we're stepping, truth to the soul is what I'm cramming\nReasons for this is that the family's strong, and like Bob Marley said, \"We're jammin'\"\nSeeing is believing, so see and believe, and let the groove of the new proceed\nA whole bunch of love, peace signs, and fun, so let's do what's got to be done, you know?\n\nAnd personally I feel, you know, we're doing our own thing, you know\nNo stereotype or anything like that, and I believe that's a healthy thing to do, what do you think?\nBut now I feel like...","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.87] Me, plug three, the one they call baby Huey\n[00:22.56] The one that gets all the money (all the money)\n[00:25.15] Yeah, that's right\n[00:26.33] A fat, funky fruit with a whole lot of tang, a little something called doing our own thang\n[00:30.75] Breaking the beat others worse they broke, bass line so dope that you just might choke\n[00:34.54] Don't bite off something that you can't chew, and don't trail behind when I'm coming through\n[00:39.20] Fronting the feel that you really can't feel 'cause you're trying to feel what's on my reel to reel\n[00:43.16] A tree is growing, can't you see what I see? A white blue fruit to boot\n[00:48.37] We count to ten before we pass the crews, now that's family\n[00:51.81] Equipped with the brothers and the sisters, and the sisters and the brothers\n[00:54.88] And all others\n[00:55.85] With the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs\n[00:58.21] It's the life of Riley, I'm really ready\n[01:00.33] Gazing at the dollar fill of rap, the cool June bugs, the wicks, the wacks\n[01:04.61] Praise the rhythms for what it beez, and praise the lord for the J. 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Or see what grandpa Bam saw\n[01:29.75] The funk we transmit is unstable, one condition if I am able to say\n[01:34.54] (Yes, you may) well hey, let's get on with it\n[01:36.20] Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted, out the vents of hecklers and fans\n[01:40.69] Either which way they all hop on the van, the band, the band, here comes the band\n[01:44.82] The tribe of fingers all on one hand, me, myself, and I is dark\n[01:48.78] Monie love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark\n[01:50.95] Sister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London\n[01:53.92] Residing with my brothers and I learned a lot from them\n[01:55.91] About the group, how to be smooth and play funky\n[01:57.92] And sometimes rated, it's kind of funky, but it's cool\n[02:00.19] For we are beyond the stereotypes, coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype\n[02:04.47] Rocking on and off beat, and I do believe I'm right (you're right)\n[02:07.05] Am I wrong? (Yeah, son)\n[02:08.14] Don't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying\n[02:10.31] With the brothers' Jungle, soul, and the tribe I'm saying\n[02:12.15] Funky-funky rhymes that always stay in swing\n[02:14.50] I believe we doing our own thing\n[02:16.69] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:18.36] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:20.68] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:22.34] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:24.88] Well, my family sets all the trends, from soul to soul, large to lose ends\n[02:29.12] And I'm inside groups like kill? ('Cause that's where the money's at)\n[02:33.05] Yeah, the industry's filled with copycats, R&B mixed with sloppy raps\n[02:37.86] Tribes like us always open doors, but what for? 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A white blue fruit to boot\nWe count to ten before we pass the crews, now that's family\nEquipped with the brothers and the sisters, and the sisters and the brothers\nAnd all others\nWith the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs\nIt's the life of Riley, I'm really ready\nGazing at the dollar fill of rap, the cool June bugs, the wicks, the wacks\nPraise the rhythms for what it beez, and praise the lord for the J. B's\n\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n\nIsn't it cool when you cut your hair and the blood is red instead of sellout green?\nThis is not the music for an R&B mind, this is flower intertwined with a vine\n(In other words, this is rose) you see what I mean? Or see what grandpa Bam saw\nThe funk we transmit is unstable, one condition if I am able to say\n(Yes, you may) well hey, let's get on with it\n\nVocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted, out the vents of hecklers and fans\nEither which way they all hop on the van, the band, the band, here comes the band\nThe tribe of fingers all on one hand, me, myself, and I is dark\nMonie love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark\n\nSister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London\nResiding with my brothers and I learned a lot from them\nAbout the group, how to be smooth and play funky\nAnd sometimes rated, it's kind of funky, but it's cool\nFor we are beyond the stereotypes, coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype\nRocking on and off beat, and I do believe I'm right (you're right)\nAm I wrong? (Yeah, son)\n\nDon't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying\nWith the brothers' Jungle, soul, and the tribe I'm saying\nFunky-funky rhymes that always stay in swing\nI believe we doing our own thing\n\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\nWe're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n\nWell, my family sets all the trends, from soul to soul, large to lose ends\nAnd I'm inside groups like kill? ('Cause that's where the money's at)\nYeah, the industry's filled with copycats, R&B mixed with sloppy raps\nTribes like us always open doors, but what for? So you can get yours?\n\nYou ain't in to it, all you want is profit, so I ask you please to stop it\nLeave me alone, get off my bone 'cause I'm doing my own thang\nA new seed, a new breed, a new man you to feed the greed\nA new pair of boots for a new piece of butt\nSweet daddy, are you there? (Sammy B is on the cut!)\n\nSpinning back for a rap that's laid back, ready to kick back, those get no slack\nI may rock a rhyme, or I may start to sing, but still, I'm doing my own thing\nIn comes the mood of jungle and daisies, play the same and let the vibes grace me\nAll hold hands and let's walk about, and form a circle and talk about\n\nDon't follow the path that we're stepping, truth to the soul is what I'm cramming\nReasons for this is that the family's strong, and like Bob Marley said, \"We're jammin'\"\nSeeing is believing, so see and believe, and let the groove of the new proceed\nA whole bunch of love, peace signs, and fun, so let's do what's got to be done, you know?\n\nAnd personally I feel, you know, we're doing our own thing, you know\nNo stereotype or anything like that, and I believe that's a healthy thing to do, what do you think?\nBut now I feel like...","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.87] Me, plug three, the one they call baby Huey\n[00:22.56] The one that gets all the money (all the money)\n[00:25.15] Yeah, that's right\n[00:26.33] A fat, funky fruit with a whole lot of tang, a little something called doing our own thang\n[00:30.75] Breaking the beat others worse they broke, bass line so dope that you just might choke\n[00:34.54] Don't bite off something that you can't chew, and don't trail behind when I'm coming through\n[00:39.20] Fronting the feel that you really can't feel 'cause you're trying to feel what's on my reel to reel\n[00:43.16] A tree is growing, can't you see what I see? A white blue fruit to boot\n[00:48.37] We count to ten before we pass the crews, now that's family\n[00:51.81] Equipped with the brothers and the sisters, and the sisters and the brothers\n[00:54.88] And all others\n[00:55.85] With the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs\n[00:58.21] It's the life of Riley, I'm really ready\n[01:00.33] Gazing at the dollar fill of rap, the cool June bugs, the wicks, the wacks\n[01:04.61] Praise the rhythms for what it beez, and praise the lord for the J. B's\n[01:08.27] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[01:10.49] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[01:12.79] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[01:14.59] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[01:17.42] Isn't it cool when you cut your hair and the blood is red instead of sellout green?\n[01:21.53] This is not the music for an R&B mind, this is flower intertwined with a vine\n[01:25.78] (In other words, this is rose) you see what I mean? Or see what grandpa Bam saw\n[01:29.75] The funk we transmit is unstable, one condition if I am able to say\n[01:34.54] (Yes, you may) well hey, let's get on with it\n[01:36.20] Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted, out the vents of hecklers and fans\n[01:40.69] Either which way they all hop on the van, the band, the band, here comes the band\n[01:44.82] The tribe of fingers all on one hand, me, myself, and I is dark\n[01:48.78] Monie love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark\n[01:50.95] Sister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London\n[01:53.92] Residing with my brothers and I learned a lot from them\n[01:55.91] About the group, how to be smooth and play funky\n[01:57.92] And sometimes rated, it's kind of funky, but it's cool\n[02:00.19] For we are beyond the stereotypes, coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype\n[02:04.47] Rocking on and off beat, and I do believe I'm right (you're right)\n[02:07.05] Am I wrong? (Yeah, son)\n[02:08.14] Don't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying\n[02:10.31] With the brothers' Jungle, soul, and the tribe I'm saying\n[02:12.15] Funky-funky rhymes that always stay in swing\n[02:14.50] I believe we doing our own thing\n[02:16.69] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:18.36] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:20.68] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:22.34] We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n[02:24.88] Well, my family sets all the trends, from soul to soul, large to lose ends\n[02:29.12] And I'm inside groups like kill? ('Cause that's where the money's at)\n[02:33.05] Yeah, the industry's filled with copycats, R&B mixed with sloppy raps\n[02:37.86] Tribes like us always open doors, but what for? So you can get yours?\n[02:42.01] You ain't in to it, all you want is profit, so I ask you please to stop it\n[02:46.45] Leave me alone, get off my bone 'cause I'm doing my own thang\n[02:50.55] A new seed, a new breed, a new man you to feed the greed\n[02:54.53] A new pair of boots for a new piece of butt\n[02:56.98] Sweet daddy, are you there? (Sammy B is on the cut!)\n[02:59.04] Spinning back for a rap that's laid back, ready to kick back, those get no slack\n[03:03.49] I may rock a rhyme, or I may start to sing, but still, I'm doing my own thing\n[03:07.62] In comes the mood of jungle and daisies, play the same and let the vibes grace me\n[03:11.74] All hold hands and let's walk about, and form a circle and talk about\n[03:15.88] Don't follow the path that we're stepping, truth to the soul is what I'm cramming\n[03:20.35] Reasons for this is that the family's strong, and like Bob Marley said, \"We're jammin'\"\n[03:24.43] Seeing is believing, so see and believe, and let the groove of the new proceed\n[03:28.83] A whole bunch of love, peace signs, and fun, so let's do what's got to be done, you know?\n[03:33.68] And personally I feel, you know, we're doing our own thing, you know\n[03:37.65] No stereotype or anything like that, and I believe that's a healthy thing to do, what do you think?\n[03:43.75] But now I feel like...\n[03:44.87] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Doin' Our Own Dang\n  artist: Jungle Brothers\n  album: Top 1000 Hip Hop\n  duration_ms: 259000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Me, plug three, the one they call baby Huey\n  start_ms: 17870\n  end_ms: 22560\n- text: The one that gets all the money (all the money)\n  start_ms: 22560\n  end_ms: 25150\n- text: Yeah, that's right\n  start_ms: 25150\n  end_ms: 26330\n- text: A fat, funky fruit with a whole lot of tang, a little something called doing our own thang\n  start_ms: 26330\n  end_ms: 30750\n- text: Breaking the beat others worse they broke, bass line so dope that you just might choke\n  start_ms: 30750\n  end_ms: 34540\n- text: Don't bite off something that you can't chew, and don't trail behind when I'm coming through\n  start_ms: 34540\n  end_ms: 39200\n- text: Fronting the feel that you really can't feel 'cause you're trying to feel what's on my reel to reel\n  start_ms: 39200\n  end_ms: 43160\n- text: A tree is growing, can't you see what I see? 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Or see what grandpa Bam saw\n  The funk we transmit is unstable, one condition if I am able to say\n  (Yes, you may) well hey, let's get on with it\n\n  Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted, out the vents of hecklers and fans\n  Either which way they all hop on the van, the band, the band, here comes the band\n  The tribe of fingers all on one hand, me, myself, and I is dark\n  Monie love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark\n\n  Sister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London\n  Residing with my brothers and I learned a lot from them\n  About the group, how to be smooth and play funky\n  And sometimes rated, it's kind of funky, but it's cool\n  For we are beyond the stereotypes, coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype\n  Rocking on and off beat, and I do believe I'm right (you're right)\n  Am I wrong? (Yeah, son)\n\n  Don't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying\n  With the brothers' Jungle, soul, and the tribe I'm saying\n  Funky-funky rhymes that always stay in swing\n  I believe we doing our own thing\n\n  We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n  We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n  We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n  We're doin' our own dang (we're doin' our own dang)\n\n  Well, my family sets all the trends, from soul to soul, large to lose ends\n  And I'm inside groups like kill? ('Cause that's where the money's at)\n  Yeah, the industry's filled with copycats, R&B mixed with sloppy raps\n  Tribes like us always open doors, but what for? So you can get yours?\n\n  You ain't in to it, all you want is profit, so I ask you please to stop it\n  Leave me alone, get off my bone 'cause I'm doing my own thang\n  A new seed, a new breed, a new man you to feed the greed\n  A new pair of boots for a new piece of butt\n  Sweet daddy, are you there? 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