Chords for Jungle Brothers ft. De La Soul, Q-Tip And Monie Love - Doin' Our Own Dang (Official Video)

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[Ebm] Why don't you do _ _ [Ab] _ _
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_ [Ebm] it _ to [Fm] the music?
[Ebm] _ _ Me, [Bbm] plus [Fm] three.
The one they call [Db] Baby [Ebm] Huey.
The one that gets all the [Fm] money.
Yeah, [Gb] [Ebm] that's right.
That funky flute with a whole lot [Bb] of tang.
A little something I'll do when I [Ebm] open.
[Bbm] Breaking the beat.
Others wish they broke bass lines so broken you just might [Ebm] choke.
Don't bite on [Bbm] something that [Eb] you can't [Fm] chew.
And don't trail behind when I'm coming [Ebm] through.
Crushing the feel that you really can't [Fm] feel.
Cause you're trying to [Bbm] feel what's on my wrist.
A tree is long.
[Fm] Can't you see what I see?
[Db] A white new [Ebm] fruit to put.
We can't pretend before [Fm] we've had the kookies.
Now that's family.
[Ebm] Equipped with the brothers and [Fm] the sis and the sis and the brothers.
[Bbm] And all the [Ebm] others with the funky flair.
Rugged out [Ab] hairs, it's the life of Rottley.
I'm really [Ebm] ready.
Gazing at the gutter filled with rap.
[Fm] The kujune bugs, [Db] the wicks, [Ebm] the racks.
Praise the rhythms for what it [Ab] be.
And praise the Lord for the J [Bbm]-Beats.
What's going on?
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Isn't _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ _ [Ebm] it cool when you cut your [Fm] hand and the blood is [Bbm] red instead of [Ebm] sellout red?
This is not me on [Eb] an R&B [Fm] line.
This is a [Bbm] flower in the swine [Ebm] liver pond.
I know the word, this [Eb] is rough.
[Fm] You see what I mean?
Well see what [Bbm] Grandpa [Ebm] Bantz on.
The funk [Bbm] we transmit is [Fm] unstable.
One [Bbm] condition if I [Ebm] am able to say.
What hey, [Ab] let's get on with it.
Bold confetti is frozen, [Ebm] time to spit it.
Out the vent, the pecklers and [Fm] damned.
Either what's ready or [Ebm] hop on the band, the band, the band.
Here comes [Fm] the band, a tribe of fingers all on [Ebm] one hand.
Me, myself and I are [Ab] dark.
Money, love, the mouthpiece.
Now yours [Ebm] is spark.
Sister Moni, the only one here who missed [Fm] the plane back [Db] to London.
Regarded with my brothers [Ebm] that I learned a lot from them.
About the groove, how does [Fm] it smooth and plain funky.
And sometimes [Bbm] right there it's [Ebm] kinda funky but it's cool.
But we are beyond the [Fm] detourio type.
[Db] Coordination crazy [Ebm] but still it sounds tight.
Rockin' over on beat, man [Fm] I do believe I'm right.
[Bbm] Am I wrong?
Don't be mad, be glad I missed [Eb] the plane.
[Fm] I'm staying with my brothers, younger soul and the tribe [Ebm] I'm staying.
Funky, funky rhymes that always [Ab] stay in the swing.
I believe we doing our own [Bbm] thing.
I want you to do [Ebm] it to [Ab] the music.
_ [Ebm] I want you to do it to [Ab] the music.
_ [Ebm] I want you to do _ [Ab] _ _
_ _ [Ebm] _ _ it to [Ab] the music.
_ [Ebm] My family said so the [Ab] trips from solar solar to [Gb] Lucid's and our moonside groups [Fm] like girls.
That's where [Bbm] the money's at, honey.
The industry's filled [Eb] with [Fm] copycats.
All be mixed [Ebm] with sloppy rats.
Jobs like us, no [Ab] one's open doors.
But what for?
So you can get [Ebm] yours?
You ain't into it or you want us [Db] profit.
So I ask you please to [Ebm] stop it.
Leave me alone, get off my [Fm] bone.
Cause I'm doing [Bbm] my own.
I want you to do [Eb] _ [Ab] it to the music.
_ [Ebm] I want you to do it _ [Ab] _ _
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_ _ [Ebm] _ _ to [Ab] the music.
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_ [Ebm] I want _ you [Ab] to do it to the music. _ _ _ _ _ _ _