Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jump Around, artist - House Of Pain. Album song House of Pain (Fine Malt Lyrics), in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.07.1992
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Jump Around |
| Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin |
| I came to win, battle me, that’s a sin |
| I won’t ever slack up, punk, you better back up |
| Try and play the role and yo, the whole crew’ll act up |
| Get up, stand up (C'mon!) c’mon, throw your hands up |
| If you’ve got the feeling, jump up, touch the ceiling |
| Muggs lets the funk flow, someone’s talking junk |
| Yo, I bust him in the eye, and then I’ll take the punk’s ho |
| Feelin', funkin', amps in the trunk and I got more rhymes |
| Than there’s cops at a Dunkin' Donuts shop |
| Sho' 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 seat and jump around! |
| Jump around! |
| (Jump around!) |
| Jump around! |
| (Jump around!) |
| Jump around! |
| (Jump around!) |
| Jump up, jump up and get down! |
| Jump! |
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| (Everybody jump) |
| Jump! |
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| (Everybody jump) |
| Jump! |
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| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| I’ll serve your ass like John McEnroe |
| If your girl 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, but you ain’t got none |
| If you come to battle, bring your shotgun (Shotgun) |
| But if you do you’re a fool, 'cause I duel to the death |
| Trying to step to me, you’ll take your last breath |
| I got the skills, come get your fill |
| 'Cause when I shoot the gift, I shoot to kill |
| I came to get down, I came to get down |
| So get out your seat and jump around! |
| Jump around! |
| (Jump around!) |
| Jump around! |
| (Jump around!) |
| Jump around! |
| (Jump around!) |
| Jump up, jump up and get down! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| (Everybody jump) |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
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| Jump! |
| (Everybody jump) |
| Jump! |
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| 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 |
| Try 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 yo and I might switch |
| It up, up and around, then buck, buck you down |
| Put out your head and then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead |
| I’m coming to get ya, I’m 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 seat and jump around! |
| Jump around! |
| (Jump around!) |
| Jump around! |
| (Jump around!) |
| Jump around! |
| (Jump around!) |
| Jump up, jump up and get down! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| (Everybody jump) |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
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| (Everybody jump) |
| Jump! |
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| (Everybody jump) |
| Jump! |
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| (Everybody jump) |
| Jump! |
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| Jump! |
| Yo, this is dedicated to Joe «The Biter» Nicolo |
| Grab the Bozack, punk |