| Jumpin', jumpin'
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| Bad, I come up with somethin'
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| Jumpin', get it jumpin', jumpin'
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| And make sure that my daughter never want for nothin'
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| Jumpin', jumpin'
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| Had to get it jumpin', jumpin'
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| Ayy, look, look
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| I said, now jumpin', jumpin', tryna kiss the sky
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| Nigga, jumpin', jumpin', I need my piece of the pie
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| On the road, gettin' turnt, D.W.I
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| Summertime, La Marina feel just like it’s Dubai (I, I)
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| Exactly what these women want and need (I, I)
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| Jersey on, shit still up my sleeve (I, I)
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| Am the player captain, I make all the reads (I, I)
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| Did some dirt, I’m just comin' clean
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| Boy, you changed, you different, this another side of you
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| When it come to bein' punctual, I’m irresponsible
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| Got a text from a year ago that I ain’t even responded to
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| I guess I deal with my problems same way my father do, I disappear
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| Niggas fronted, now I’m in the front, was in the rear
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| You could get whatever you want, you see it clear
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| I write myself, record myself, a rappin' engineer
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| In case a nigga piss me off I keep the pistol near
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| Ayy, jumpin', jumpin'
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| I was doin' bad, I come up with somethin'
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| At the crib, had to get it jumpin', jumpin'
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| Makin' sure my daughter never ever want for nothin'
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| Said she leavin', but she’ll be back, though, I’ll give it a day
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| If I had a dollar for every woman that I had feelen a way
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| I don’t argue, 'cause I’m in the zone, that shit get in the way
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| I swear this dick get me in trouble, when I give it away
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| I could pull some strings like a banjo
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| I make music for the niggas in the bando
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| Niggas talked about me on the 'Gram, damn, bro
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| I don’t respect it, but I guess I understand, though
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| I said God be a fence, Lord be a shell
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| If I get shot, pray my dream don’t get killed
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| Lose that cotton-pickin' mind, when they play that in the field
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| And my soldiers go bananas for me, who tryna get peeled?
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| Y’all niggas trippin', y’all niggas buggin', let me find the Raid
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| Man, I knew it, that I was different, since the second grade
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| And I only fuck with niggas out here who tryna get paid
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| Took this Pardi on the road, might change my name to Parade
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| All this money out here, I’m like, «What the fuck’s the problem?»
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| Bitch so bad, I’m like, «What the fuck’s a condom?»
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| I’m just workin' hard to make the cash never-endin'
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| Every city that I land in leave a trail of pregnant women, representin'
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| Had to get it jumpin', jumpin' (Ayy)
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| At the crib, had to get it jumpin', jumpin'
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| Down bad bad, I’m gonna come up with somethin'
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| Makin' sure my daughter never ever want for nothin'
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| Fuckin' with the squad, it’s repercussions
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| But I guess some things don’t even need discussin'
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| Nowadays, I just move different
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| Had to get dark out, so I could see who with me and who missin'
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| Saw who stuck around and who didn’t
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| Now I just kill niggas, watch 'em curl and die like beauticians
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| Lately, I don’t feel nothin' or fear nothin'
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| Orange hat on like I’m deer huntin'
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| Now they gotta label me the new Bandana P
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| I’m the quiet storm they ain’t hear comin'
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| Hailin' from the city that they ain’t give a fair chance
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| Sometimes I pause 'cause I built this shit with my bare hands
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| My dawg, he on parole, he can’t come on the road
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| Used to sneak me on the flier, now they put my name in bold
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| Man, I’m worth my weight in gold
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| Fuck these niggas thought I was not active?
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| Leader form up when I jog backwards
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| Look at the numbers that a nigga puttin' up
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| Shit, what I average is not average
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| I just upgraded to the Bentley from Dodge Stratus
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| You gotta love it
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| I came from nothin' and made somethin' from it
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| Man, they must be smokin' dust, they think they lit as us
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| Somebody better watch 'em, know them niggas movin' sus
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| Don’t this shit make a nigga wanna jump, bust it, bust
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| And I’m up 'cause I do the stuff, y’all don’t do enough
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| Got it jumpin' like it’s tip-off
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| I got it jumpin' like I’m Kris Kross
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| Jumpin' like the Hulk when he’s pissed off
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| Jumpin' like a MJ head fake
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| Jumpin' like a nigga just took off the leg weights
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| Niggas started talkin' 'bout the pain, and took off like a plane
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| Now it’s… jumpin', jumpin', Westbrook through the lane, nigga, uh
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| Yeah, I got it jumpin', jumpin'
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| Ayy, nigga, got it jumpin', jumpin'
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| Jumpin', jumpin', nigga, got it jumpin', jumpin'
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| Ayy, yeah, I got it jumpin', jumpin' |