Jump Around (Pete Rock Remix)

Check it out, y'all Get up, pack it in, let me begin I came to win, battle me that's a sin I won't tear the sack up, punk you'd better back up Try and play the role and yo, the whole crew will act up Get up, stand up (come on) come on, throw your hands up If you've got the feelin' jump across the ceilin' Muggs, that's a funk flow, someone's talkin' junk Yo, I'll bust 'em in the eye and then I'll take the punks home Feelin', funkin', ampsin' and junkin' And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunkin' Donuts shop, sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill Plus my mom and my pops I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around Jump around, jump up and get down Jump around (check it out, y'all) jump around Jump up and get down Jump up, jump up and get down Jump, jump, jump Jump, jump, jump (everybody jump) Jump, jump, jump (check it out, y'all) Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump (everybody jump) Jump, jump I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe If your girl steps up, I'm smackin' the hoe Word to your moms I came to drop bombs I got more rhymes than the Bible's got Psalms And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned Anyone steppin' to me you'll get burned 'Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none If you come to battle bring a shotgun (shotgun) But if you do you're a fool, 'cause I duel to the death Tryna step to me you'll take your last breath I got the skill, come get your fill 'Cause when I shoot to give, I shoot to kill I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around Jump around, jump up and get down Jump around (check it out, y'all) jump around Jump up and get down Jump up, jump up and get down (check it out) Jump, jump Listen to the sound that pounds, I jump around I'm no clown, I get down (check it out, y'all) To the funk, listen to the wig out And step to the rear, dear, 'cause I'm here (check it out, y'all) The P to the E to the T E rockin' The runs in your stockin' (check it out, y'all) So hon, put the lock in Chillin' with the House Of Pain Blood stains the ground, huh, I jump around (check it out, y'all) I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top I never eat a pig 'cause a pig is a cop Or better yet a Terminator, like Arnold Schwarzenegger Tryin' to play me out like as if my name was Sega But I ain't going out like no punk, bitch Get used to one style and you know I might switch It up up and around, then buck, buck you down Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead I'm comin' to get ya, comin' to get ya Spittin' out lyrics homie I'll wet ya I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around Jump around, jump up and get down Jump around, jump around Jump up and get down Jump up, jump up and get down Jump, jump, jump Jump, jump, jump (everybody jump) Jump, jump, jump (check it out, y'all) Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump (everybody jump) Jump, jump, jump Jump, jump, jump (everybody jump) Jump, jump, jump (check it out, y'all) Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump (everybody jump, check it out, y'all) Check it Check it Check it Check it Check it Check it Check it out, y'all Check it Check it Check it out, y'all