Jump Around - Radio Mix
Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin
I came to win, battle me that's a sin
I won't tear the sack up, punk you'd better back up
Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up
Get up, stand up, come on, come on, throw your hands up
If you've got the feeling jump across the ceiling
Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk
Yo, I'll bust em in the eye and then I'll take the punks home
Feel it, funk it, amps it are junking
And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunking
Donuts shop sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the hill
Plus my mom and my pops
I came to get down, I came to get down
So get out your seats and jump around
Jump around, jump around, jump around
Jump up, jump up and get down
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe
If your steps up, I'm smacking the ho
Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs
I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms
And just like the prodigal son I've returned
Anyone stepping to me, you'll get burned
'Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none
So if you come to battle bring a shotgun
But if you do you're a fool 'cause I duel to the death
Try and step to me, you'll take your last breath
I got the skill, come get your fill
Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill
I came to get down, I came to get down
So get out your seats and jump around
Jump around, jump around, jump around
Jump up, jump up and get down
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top
I never eat a pig 'cause a pig is a cop
Or better yet a terminator
Like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Tryin' to play me out like as if my name was Sega
But I ain't going out like no punk bitch
Get used to one style and you know I might switch
It up up and around then buck buck you down
Put out your head
Then you wake up in the dawn of the dead
I'm coming to get ya, coming to get ya
Spitting out lyrics homie, I'll wet ya
I came to get down, I came to get down
So get out your seats and jump around
Jump around, jump around, jump around
Jump up, jump up and get down
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
I came to win, battle me that's a sin
I won't tear the sack up, punk you'd better back up
Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up
Get up, stand up, come on, come on, throw your hands up
If you've got the feeling jump across the ceiling
Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk
Yo, I'll bust em in the eye and then I'll take the punks home
Feel it, funk it, amps it are junking
And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunking
Donuts shop sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the hill
Plus my mom and my pops
I came to get down, I came to get down
So get out your seats and jump around
Jump around, jump around, jump around
Jump up, jump up and get down
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe
If your steps up, I'm smacking the ho
Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs
I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms
And just like the prodigal son I've returned
Anyone stepping to me, you'll get burned
'Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none
So if you come to battle bring a shotgun
But if you do you're a fool 'cause I duel to the death
Try and step to me, you'll take your last breath
I got the skill, come get your fill
Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill
I came to get down, I came to get down
So get out your seats and jump around
Jump around, jump around, jump around
Jump up, jump up and get down
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top
I never eat a pig 'cause a pig is a cop
Or better yet a terminator
Like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Tryin' to play me out like as if my name was Sega
But I ain't going out like no punk bitch
Get used to one style and you know I might switch
It up up and around then buck buck you down
Put out your head
Then you wake up in the dawn of the dead
I'm coming to get ya, coming to get ya
Spitting out lyrics homie, I'll wet ya
I came to get down, I came to get down
So get out your seats and jump around
Jump around, jump around, jump around
Jump up, jump up and get down
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Credits
Writer(s): Erik Schrody, Kal Mann, David Appell, Larry E. Muggerud
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