Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Jump Off Remix (Featuring Mr. Cheeks & Mobb Deep) (Clean) , by - Lil' Kim. Release date: 22.08.2011
Song language: English
The Jump Off Remix (Featuring Mr. Cheeks & Mobb Deep) (Clean) |
| Goons in the club incase somethin jumps off |
| And back up before the hive let the pump off |
| In the graveyard is where you get dumped off |
| All we wanna do is party (Woo!) |
| And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!) |
| Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari |
| I’m tryin to leave in somebody’s Ferrari |
| Spread love that’s what a real mob do |
| Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people) |
| I’m the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!) |
| Or out come the beast |
| We the best still there’s room for improvement |
| Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement |
| Seven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back) |
| And I’m sittin on chrome seven times platinum |
| This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz |
| Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!) |
| Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up |
| And live good, East coast West coast worldwide |
| All my playas in the hood stay fly |
| And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right) |
| It’s Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on) |
| Special delivery for you and yours (Now) |
| I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha) |
| If you rep for your hood then make some noise |
| I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat |
| Don’t he know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat? |
| Uh! |
| Let me show you what I’m all about |
| How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth… HO!!! |
| Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What) |
| Bet it all playa fuck the price |
| Money ain’t a thing throw it out like rice |
| Been around the world cop the same thing twice |
| Rub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!) |
| Gimme some UH!!! |
| step on the gas (Ah) |
| Pop the cork and roll up the hash (Roll it!) |
| You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash |
| This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz |
| Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!) |
| Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up |
| And live good, East coast West coast worldwide |
| All my playas in the hood stay fly |
| And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right) |
| Enter the world of the Playboy pin up girl |
| Buttnaked dressed in nothin but pearls |
| You wanna meet me cause ya, know I’m freaky |
| And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I’m sexy |
| Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti |
| Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy |
| No need to be greedy I got mad friends that’s pretty (Hey!) |
| Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!) |
| Mafioso that’s how this thing go (Yeah) |
| Now everybody come get with the lingo |
| Shake your body body, move your body body (Body body) |
| On the dancefloor don’t hurt nobody body (Body body) |
| I’m the one that put the Range in the Rover |
| When I’m steppin out the Range yo it’s over |
| Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear |
| We 'gone do this just like Big Poppa was here |
| This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz |
| Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!) |
| Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up |
| And live good, East coast West coast worldwide |
| All my playas in the hood stay fly |
| And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right) |
| Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwide |
| And stay fly nigga, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB |
| Two thousand and, fuckin three, why not? |
| we makin it hot |
| Come to, blow the spot, come on, yeah, Hey yo |
| She back at it, why wouldn’t she be? |
| come on, yeah |
| B.I.G. |
| Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L’s, light 'em, oh |
| Hmm hmmm |