| Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin
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| I came to win, battle me, that’s a sin
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| I won’t ever slack up, punk, you better back up
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| Try and play the role and yo, the whole crew’ll act up
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| Get up, stand up (C'mon!) c’mon, throw your hands up
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| If you’ve got the feeling, jump up, touch the ceiling
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| Muggs lets the funk flow, someone’s talking junk
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| Yo, I bust him in the eye, and then I’ll take the punk’s ho
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| Feelin', funkin', amps in the trunk and I got more rhymes
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| Than there’s cops at a Dunkin' Donuts shop
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| Sho' nuff, I got props
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| From the kids on the Hill plus my mom and my pops
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| I came to get down, I came to get down
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| So get out your seat and jump around!
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| Jump around! |
| (Jump around!)
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| Jump around! |
| (Jump around!)
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| Jump around! |
| (Jump around!)
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| Jump up, jump up and get down!
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| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| (Everybody jump)
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| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump!
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| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| (Everybody jump)
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| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump!
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| Jump!
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| I’ll serve your ass like John McEnroe
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| If your girl steps up, I’m smacking the ho
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| Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs
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| I got more rhymes than the Bible’s got Psalms
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| And just like the Prodigal Son I’ve returned
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| Anyone stepping to me, you’ll get burned
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| 'Cause I got lyrics, but you ain’t got none
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| If you come to battle, bring your shotgun (Shotgun)
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| But if you do you’re a fool, 'cause I duel to the death
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| Trying to step to me, you’ll take your last breath
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| I got the skills, come get your fill
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| 'Cause when I shoot the gift, I shoot to kill
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| I came to get down, I came to get down
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| So get out your seat and jump around!
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| Jump around! |
| (Jump around!)
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| Jump around! |
| (Jump around!)
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| Jump around! |
| (Jump around!)
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| Jump up, jump up and get down!
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| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| (Everybody jump)
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| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump!
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| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| (Everybody jump)
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| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump!
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| Jump!
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| I’m the cream of the crop, I rise to the top
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| I never eat a pig 'cause a pig is a cop
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| Or better yet a Terminator, like Arnold Schwarzenegger
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| Try to play me out like as if my name was Sega
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| But I ain’t going out like no punk bitch
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| Get used to one style and yo and I might switch
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| It up, up and around, then buck, buck you down
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| Put out your head and then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead
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| I’m coming to get ya, I’m coming to get ya
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| Spitting out lyrics, homie, I’ll wet ya
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| I came to get down, I came to get down
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| So get out your seat and jump around!
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| Jump around! |
| (Jump around!)
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| Jump around! |
| (Jump around!)
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| Jump around! |
| (Jump around!)
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| Jump up, jump up and get down!
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| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| (Everybody jump)
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| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump!
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| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| (Everybody jump)
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| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump!
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| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| (Everybody jump)
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| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump!
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| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| (Everybody jump)
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| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump! |
| Jump!
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| Jump!
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| Yo, this is dedicated to Joe «The Biter» Nicolo
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| Grab the Bozack, punk |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jump Around , by - House Of Pain. Song from the album House of Pain (Fine Malt Lyrics), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп