Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jump On It , by - LL COOL J. Song from the album Authentic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 29.04.2013
Record label: Craft
Song language: English
Jump On It |
| Uh, uh, uh-uhh, no doubt baby, no doubt baby |
| No cut… pure raw… We, we sold out |
| You bought more! |
| It was meant to be |
| Hip hop died, reincarnated through me |
| Now the promoters gotta double my fee |
| ‘Cause these pop melodies ain’t fuckin' with me |
| Get back on your tour bus roll some rockly |
| Hell your crew twisted in the hoes not me |
| Hell through shit and the game in my speed |
| ‘Cause water down hip hop we do not need |
| Yes sir, I got the real recipe |
| A little bit of old E and bon bon Z |
| I guess by now you can tell you miss me |
| The baddest motherfucker in rap history |
| One to the temple put you out your misery |
| That’s not an album, that’s a frisbee |
| Tangle with LL boy that’s risky |
| Them boys is backwash, we want whiskey |
| (Jump on it! jump on it!) |
| When the chips is down you gotta fight for the crown |
| (Jump on it! jump on it!) |
| Tell them boys over there get down or lay down |
| (Jump on it! jump on it!) |
| I got the house of pain for your little pop clown |
| (Jump on it! jump on it!) |
| Don’t get it criss cross we’re taking over the town |
| Roll up on your set pull out the 4 pound |
| Who’s pitching out here blast them off the map |
| The game got us bored, no rebounce |
| Claims he’s hardcore how he sound |
| My radio’s a bunch of noise in the background |
| For a factory manufacturing pop clowns |
| That’s what happens when LL ain’t around |
| The pop stars flooding and the hip hop drowns |
| DJ suffer while sarada goes round |
| That’s shit’s you screaming? |
| got the real nigga creaming |
| Where’s the fuck the hip hop, we’re out here fiending |
| Watch a program directed in the bin and |
| Went from cruss group to a boy band screaming |
| When the shit come under the car I ain’t leaning |
| I need shit I could bump the brim creaming |
| I tell you what, play my shit, call it even |
| What y’all want, no cut! |
| What y’all need, pure raw |
| What we do, we sold out |
| All because. |
| you bought more! |
| No affects on my voice, that’s my choice |
| Hard raw beat make a soft voice moist |
| Get the dinero bring the heat like Jon Voight |
| Timbaland music, Fuck whole royce! |
| Hit you in the head like a fat ass joint |
| Back to the S’s big meat in Detroit |
| L so perceptive shrud in the droit |
| Bad motherfucker, now you get the point? |