| Jump ta this
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| Jump ta this
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| Jump ta this
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| Who can make em jump?
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| We slid into the party at about ten
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| Order Hennessey, my doggs on juice and gin
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| We found a spot in the cut
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| Baby girl with the jeans got a gang of butt (god damn)
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| So she gets the thumbs up
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| No doubt that she’s checkin me out
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| But a fine white dandy with her tongue our her mouth
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| Is straight manage, ain’t hold nothin back
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| If her man’s in the house I know he’s mad for that
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| Or she’s with her mother too with a skirt on (whys that?)
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| So we can get our flirt on
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| Cuz ain’t nothin wrong with gettin it on if you know what I mean
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| An stayin down for the winning team
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| So I kick some conversation to that ass real quick
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| From beginnin to end she stayed right on my tip
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| Its a trip, I might have to fuck tonight, psyche
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| I’d rather stay as high as a kite
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| Now ask me
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| Who can make jump to this
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| I can make em jump
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| Who can make jump to this
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| Can you make em jump
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| Who can make jump to this
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| We can make em jump
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| Who can make em jump
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| Well jump bitch
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| We still up in the party layin low
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| Wonder why them trick sick niggas playin ho (I know)
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| They still on the simp mode, ya shoulda asked tha Twinz
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| Cuz they be on the real shit instead, instead of givin ends
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| Now first things first, who’s the bait for the night
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| We still trump tight and can’t be faded by the hype
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| Might be in the clouds from the herb, don’t trip
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| I’m like the Locc, stay in focus when its time to dip
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| Grab my drink and its on (yeah)
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| I see ya groovin to the music well lets get it on (its all good)
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| Playa hataz in the cut on the prowl
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| Tryin to find a way to put some shit in my style
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| But I’ll, just keep it on the D-L
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| I dont never put in work when its time to bell (oh well)
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| Shoulda knew it wasn’t poppin like that
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| Now she’s caught up on this nigga Wayniac
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| Now…
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| Who can make jump to this
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| I can make em jump
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| Who can make jump to this
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| Can you make em jump
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| Who can make jump to this
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| We can make em jump
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| Who can make em jump
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| Well jump bitch
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| At a club is outta clothes mo (?)
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| Hoes is froze, lookin for the one got chose
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| Niggas outside posted up, bumpin the beat sucka written on they face
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| Cuz you know they goin trip
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| It gets deeper peep, I got the whole world up
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| Conversation blew her mind now she’s all shook up
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| You know the time, mind blowin, they dont be knowin bout the Twinz
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| Still on the mission stackin ends (hold up)
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| No time for the bullshit, who is the bigger pimp?
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| Station myself away from the mother simps
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| Cuz I got game, straight game
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| Eastside born and raised, Wayniac flip the page
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| So you know it ain’t no half steppin
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| When it comes to shootin game, ain’t no second guessin
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| Recognize how we roll, cuz we roll thick
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| It dont stop, G-Funk Era wit another hit trick
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| Now…
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| Who can make jump to this
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| I can make em jump
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| Who can make jump to this
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| Can you make em jump
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| Who can make jump to this
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| We can make em jump
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| Who can make em jump
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| Well jump bitch |