Jump Around

Get up, pack it in, let me beginI came to win, battle me that's a sinI won't tear the sack up, punk you'd better back upTry and play the role and the whole crew will act up

Get up, stand up, come on, throw your hands upIf you've got the feelin' jump across the ceilin'Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talkin' junkYo, I'll bust 'em in the eye and then I'll take the punks home

Feel it, funk it, amps it are junkin'And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunkin'Donuts shop, sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the HillPlus my mom and my popsI came to get down, I came to get downSo get out your seats and jump around

Jump around, jump up and get downJump around, jump aroundJump up and get downJump up, jump up and get down

Jump, jump, jumpJump, jump, jumpJump, jump, jumpJump, jump, jumpJump, jump, jumpJump, jump

I'll serve your ass like John McEnroeIf your girl steps up, I'm smackin' the hoeWord to your moms I came to drop bombsI got more rhymes than the Bible's got Psalms

And just like the Prodigal Son I've returnedAnyone steppin' to me you'll get burned'Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got noneSo if you come to battle bring a shotgun

But if you do you're a fool, 'cause I duel to the deathTry and step to me you'll take your last breathI gots the skill, come get your fill'Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to killI came to get down, I came to get downSo get out your seats and jump around

Jump around, jump up and get downJump around, jump aroundJump up and get downJump up, jump up and get downJump, jump

Listen to the sound that pounds, I jump aroundI'm no clown, I get downTo the funk, listen to the wig outAnd step to the rear, dear, 'cause I'm here

The P to the E to the T E rockin'The runs in your stockin'So hon, put the lock inChillin' with the House Of PainBlood stains the ground, huh, I jump around

I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the topI never eat a pig 'cause a pig is a copOr better yet a Terminator, like Arnold SchwarzeneggerTry'n to play me out like as if my name was Sega

But I ain't going out like no punk bitchGet used to one style and you know I might switchIt up up and around, then buck, buck you downPut out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead

I'm comin' to get ya, comin' to get yaSpittin' out lyrics homie I'll wet yaI came to get down, I came to get downSo get out your seats and jump around

Jump around, jump up and get downJump around, jump aroundJump up and get downJump up, jump up and get down

Jump, jump, jumpJump, jump, jumpJump, jump, jump...


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