Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Jump Off, artist - Lil' Kim. Album song La Bella Mafia, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.03.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
The Jump Off |
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 |