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Master P Feat. Howie T - It's A Jungle Out Here

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Master P rounds up his native New Orleans Indians as he suits up in his big Chiefs Indian suit that is handmade, bead by bead, stitch by stitch, New Orleans style for the It's a Jungle out Here video. Master P takes this video back to his home town New Orleans, LA giving the world a glimpse of his heritage and southern style culture. The black Indians dance and sing traditional songs particular to their "tribe", and Mardi Graws Fat Tuesday Style. They use hodgepodge languages loosely based on different African dialects. The "Big Chief" decides where the "tribe" will parade; the parade route is different each time. When two tribes come across each other, they either pass by or meet for a symbolic fight. Each tribe lines up and the "Big Chiefs" taunt each other about their suits and their tribes. The drum beats of the two tribes intertwine, and the face off is complete. Both tribes continue on their way. This has been a tradition for over a century as The black neighborhoods in New Orleans gradually developed their own style of celebrating Mardi Gras. ______________________________________________________ It's A Jungle Out Here (LYRICS) Said it got lions tigers bears, walking through the project Don't trust nobody, the neighbors stole my mama check The mail man act like, he ain't even know this I'm on the porch, posted up with a bad chick I load it up, like I'm loading up the ammo talking raw, cause we living like we Rambo Gas prices high, so foo's be cyphon Yeah I'm hype, but last year you didn't like me I'm Mike Jones on these tricks, Drone on these tricks Buck jumping hard, going home on this tricks From the projects to the high rise, and that ghost going bye bye Got girls twerking for me, smoking just like she Ra-Ra yeaaaa, I get better with time if you owe me money, then you better give me mine Triiiick, keep talking that ishh 75 million sold, but I ain't done with this bit yeah [Chorus: Howie T] What don't kill you, only make you stronger With no love, and living for the moment It's your time, just show em that you want it It's your time, it's your time It's on you incredible Through the pain, we won't let it show So put your hands through the roof, this what champions do And never ever let em stop you from being you It's a jungle out here [Master P] Call me Louie Armstrong, way I blow that trumpet My baby mama tripping, she ain't saying nothing Yeeeeeah, I feel sorry for my ex Call TMZ, she won't get another check I'm a hood, I came up in the trap You ain't dodge no bullets, you ain't wrote no rap I'm on the block, gone off that energy drank Make em sau ugh, and that's money in the bank Started lil' time big time, yeah we came up When I made Forbes, super models ran up Me and Boz still thugging, ain't nothing change us Big money over here, put that lil' change up My uncle on the corner, drinking a bottle of that fifth I done made it out the hood, with my gift We don't ** with haters, in God we trust Uptown Calliope, in pistols we bust God damn, yeah I'm back God damn, time to get rid of these rats God damn, tell the DJ bring it back I got me, watch your back [Chorus] [Howie T] Oh it's a jungle out here Yeah, it's a jungle out here Oh, it's a jungle out here Yeah, it's a jungle out here @MasterPMiller Video Sponsored By: Make Em Say Ughh! Energy Drink www.MakeEmSayUghh.com No Limit Forever Records 2014