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Mystikal - Jump lyrics
[Mystikal's human door opening] Poof, oh no not you, fuckin right bitch Uhh, what uhh poof, fuck, jump round jump C'mon jump, jump jump round, jump jump I ain't got no mo ass left BITCH I rapped it off You just ain't gonna have no more head after I snatch it off What in the fuck is you thinkin? You can't do shit if you stankin!!! Keep on thankin if I say it then it's done I give a fuck what you bringin Cuz my dick still gon' be swangin You here those fuckin choppers cuttin niggas, run nigga!!! Hike nigga, hut one, nigga want some?! Ain't nuttin to fuck ya up, representin where I come from Fronts and brown blunts, you oughta get down some Recognize a fuckin killa when you be around 'em Valiums and speed but we don't do weed Steroids and alcohol, still a fuckin athlete Cock strong with my jock strap on with the time clock Bout to run the rock home Yo' ace boom coon in the hole in the clutch In the pocket on the field, without gettin touched!!!! [Chorus 2x:] Uh oh here I come, here I go,uh oh, jump round jump!!! Watcha wanna do?! Watcha gonna do?! Let me know girl, jump, jump!!! You get tackled by the style I'm usin I got all of my adversaries cruisin for a brusin with contusions Cuts and lacerations, broken bones, and open sores Ripped spleens, sprained ankles, and broken nose I'ma bust the microphones I rip on I step on the stage and get my grip on That's when you get stiff armed It's on and I'm the shit homes!!!! I fucked around and lost count of bitches I put the dick on My alter-ego and its cool when I talk to P They fuckin call me the home-town hero I'm the center of attention, topic of the discussion It's understood they already know without me sayin nothin It's been like that since these niggas been down here wearin badges I'm off the heezy, I'm the reason for this pimp rap!! So stuck on myself sometimes it's like I ain't got no mind I say fuck it dawg and go for the crowd like the goal line!! [Chorus] Nigga you just like ten yards, always the first down Be the first motherfucker off the bus but be the last nigga to clown Ol' sometime ass nigga ol' fake regular regular, everyday common-ass no drama-ass nigga I keep these niggas sippin on super dick and advil Punishin they motherfuckin ass and keepin it dat real Ain't nothin you can do to keep a nigga off the score board It's fourth and four - FUCKIN RIGHT I'M GOIN FOR IT!!! [Chorus:4x] Jump, round, jump Jump, Jump Jump, round, jump watcha wanna do?! watcha gonna do?! LET ME KNOW GIRL, JUMP, JUMP!!! |
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