Jump Around

Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin

I came to win, battle me, that's a sin

I won't ever slack up, punk, you better back up

Try and play the roll and yo, the whole crew'll act up

Get up, stand up (Come on)

Come on, throw your hands up

If you've got the feelin', jump up, touch the ceilin'

Muggs lets the funk flow, someone's talkin' junk

Yo, I bust him in the eye, and then I'll take the punk's ho

Feelin', funkin', amp's in the trunk

And I got more rhymes than there's cops at a Dunkin' Donuts shop

Sho' 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 around

Jump around

Jump up, jump up and get down

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump (Everybody jump)

Jump, jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump, jump (Everybody jump)

Jump, jump, jump, jump

I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe

If your girl steps up, I'm smackin' the ho

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, but 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

Tryin' to step to me, you'll take your last breath

I got the skill, come get ya' fill

'Cause when I shoot the gift, 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 around

Jump around

Jump up, jump up and get down

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump (Everybody jump)

Jump, jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump, jump (Everybody jump)

Jump, jump, jump, jump

I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top

I'll 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 goin' out like no punk, bitch

Get used to one style and, yo, and I might switch

It up, up and around then buck, buck you down

Put out your head, and then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead

I'm comin' to get ya', I'm 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 around

Jump around

Jump up, jump up and get down

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump (Everybody jump)

Jump, jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump, jump (Everybody jump)

Jump, jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump, jump (Everybody jump)

Jump, jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump, jump (Everybody jump)

Jump, jump, jump, jump

Yo, this is dedicated to Joe "The Biter" Nicolo

Grab your Bozack, punk