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 sti...
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.nnThe 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.n______________________________________________________nIt's A Jungle Out Here (LYRICS)nSaid it got lions tigers bears, walking through the projectnDon't trust nobody, the neighbors stole my mama checknThe mail man act like, he ain't even know thisnI'm on the porch, posted up with a bad chicknI load it up, like I'm loading up the ammontalking raw, cause we living like we RambonGas prices high, so foo's be cyphonnYeah I'm hype, but last year you didn't like menI'm Mike Jones on these tricks, Drone on these tricksnBuck jumping hard, going home on this tricksnFrom the projects to the high rise, and that ghost going bye byenGot girls twerking for me, smoking just like she Ra-Ranyeaaaa, I get better with timenif you owe me money, then you better give me minenTriiiick, keep talking that ishhn75 million sold, but I ain't done with this bit yeahn[Chorus: Howie T] What don't kill you, only make you strongernWith no love, and living for the momentnIt's your time, just show em that you want itnIt's your time, it's your timenIt's on you incrediblenThrough the pain, we won't let it shownSo put your hands through the roof, this what champions donAnd never ever let em stop you from being younIt's a jungle out heren[Master P] Call me Louie Armstrong, way I blow that trumpetnMy baby mama tripping, she ain't saying nothingnYeeeeeah, I feel sorry for my exnCall TMZ, she won't get another checknI'm a hood, I came up in the trapnYou ain't dodge no bullets, you ain't wrote no rapnI'm on the block, gone off that energy dranknMake em sau ugh, and that's money in the banknStarted lil' time big time, yeah we came upnWhen I made Forbes, super models ran upnMe and Boz still thugging, ain't nothing change usnBig money over here, put that lil' change upnMy uncle on the corner, drinking a bottle of that fifthnI done made it out the hood, with my giftnWe don't ** with haters, in God we trustnUptown Calliope, in pistols we bustnGod damn, yeah I'm backnGod damn, time to get rid of these ratsnGod damn, tell the DJ bring it backnI got me, watch your backn[Chorus] [Howie T] Oh it's a jungle out herenYeah, it's a jungle out herenOh, it's a jungle out herenYeah, it's a jungle out herenn@MasterPMillernnVideo Sponsored By: Make Em Say Ughh! Energy Drink nwww.MakeEmSayUghh.com nnNo Limit Forever Records 2014 Less
