Rare Panther

You remind me of the rainforest
You got something of a jungle vibe
Let me take you to the rainforest
I want to see your wilder side
Now, I could be your rarest panther
Going hunting for the (uh, uh)
This ain't nothing but a mating dance, yeah
And we can make (yeah), and we can make (what)

And we can make cubs
We can make love
We can make (uh, uh)
And we can make cubs
We can make love
We can make (uh)

Now I saw you in cheetah print
Now that's that devious shit
Bees swarm like paparazzi
Get stung with the media blitz
Now I wonder what life would be
If you ran through the wild with me
I been preying on you since harvest
Now you looking like a wife to be
Shake something for the panther
Shake your tail, bend low, put your hands up
Paws down, paws down for the man now
Above with the plan for the animals
Hold--wait on, shake something for the wild pack
Too loud, we ain't blowing on the mild pack
Too funky for two-thousand-and-uh
Yeah, so we had to bring the style back

And we can make cubs
We can make love
We can make (uh, uh)
And we can make cubs
We can make love
We can make (uh)

Now I see you in your camel print
And that ain't no accident
Me and my panthers like the Black Panthers
Armed to the teeth, ammo and clips
And ain't no way you can hide from me
Been on the hunt since '93
My dad was a hunter, his dad was a hunter
And I don't fall far from the apple tree
Shake something for the wildcat
Looking for the water, can you tell me where the Nile's at
Float down south, can you tell me where your mouth's at
Talking 'bout the lips between your hips, let it talk back
Wait, hold on, shake something for the wild pack
Too loud, we ain't blowing on the mild pack
Too funky for two-thousand-and-uh
Yeah, so we had to bring the style back

And we can make cubs
We can make love
We can make (uh, uh)
And we can make cubs
We can make love
We can make (uh)

You remind me of the rainforest
You got something of a jungle vibe
Let me take you to the rainforest
I want to see your wilder side
Now, I could be your rarest panther
Going hunting for the (uh, uh)
This ain't nothing but a mating dance, yeah
And we can make (yeah), and we can make (what)

And we can make cubs
We can make love
We can make (uh, uh)
And we can make cubs
We can make love
We can make (uh)