Jungle Fever Pitbull (Ft. Oobie & Wyclef Jean)

[Intro: Wyclef Jean]
Eh, Wyclef with Pitbull
The clubs ain't safe tonight

[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
Mamacita, so nice to meet ya
You drunk off that rum
You shouldn't drive tonight
Give me the key to that beamer
She looked at me and laughed
Started shakin' her ass
She said her brother just came home
From the jungle

[Post-Chorus: Wyclef Jean & Oobie]
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[Verse 1: Pitbull]
It's a jungle sometimes, It makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under
With all these women around me
I got em all colors, shapes and sizes
I'm in over my head, these women gone drown me
Spike Lee was definitely talkin' 'bout me
When he made that movie 'Jungle Fever'
'Cause I like 'em a little bit darker
Take it from the back to the front, Rosa Park
But to tell you the truth, it makes no difference
As long as they know what they doin' when it's time to get busy
We can take it from the floor to the bed
From the bed to the kitchen
Coffee with no cream, that's like a rock with no fiend
Martin Luther King with no dream, John Lennon couldn't even imaging such a thing
And for those that don't know nothin'
Welcome to the jungle, 'Clef tell em somethin (Woo)