Lyrics Chef’Special – Jungle Bookie

You got the lies in your favour
You got the ice with no flavour
You’re on the rise but you’re in disguise
You don’t run the miles, but you claim ’em

Bookie, jungle bookie, you’re an animal
You act like a beggar, but you have it all
Jungle bookie, jungle bookie, you’re a criminal
Tell me how you’re gonna spend it when they end it all

Coming out the gates, you wanna win another race
Oh, like you need another dollar fit the color of your collar
Green is the only one you dream of that you in need of
Freedom gets another meaning when you clean up
Used to run the show, but now you’re running outta options
Do you know who to love, know who to run from
When you don’t have no conscience
Can’t fit the bill in that pocket
You aim to fill up that pocket
No silver stains on gold watches
Real with the game ’cause it pay your profits

Bookie, jungle bookie, you’re an animal
You act like a beggar, but you have it all
Jungle bookie, jungle bookie, you’re a criminal

You got the lies in your favour
You got the ice with no flavour
You’re on the rise, but you’re in disguise
You don’t run the miles, but you claim ’em
Getting better at it, bigger paper
Bigger desk, better view, bigger danger
King in the making, living in a daydream
Listen to the snake whispering, it’s amazing
All for taking, laws you can break ’em
Bend ’em or change ’em, Panama papers
Ever so gracious, hell is just another place
Never hesitate, you’re a devil or an angel