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Jump Around

House of Pain

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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Everlast
Everlast
Chant
Micky Slim
Micky Slim
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Erik Schrody
Erik Schrody
Paroles/Composition
Larry Muggerud
Larry Muggerud
Paroles/Composition
Kal Mann
Kal Mann
Paroles/Composition
David Appell
David Appell
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
D.J. Muggs
D.J. Muggs
Production
Larry Muggerud
Larry Muggerud
Production
Ralph tha Funky Mexican
Ralph tha Funky Mexican
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

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, ya better back up Try and play the role and yo, the whole crew'll act up Get up, stand up (c'mon) c'mon, throw your hands up If ya got the feelin', jump up towards the ceilin' Muggs let 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', amps 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 around) Jump around (jump around) Jump up, jump up, and get down (Steady on the right) jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump) (Steady on the right) jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Steady on the left) jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump) (Steady on the right) 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 ya 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 your 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 around) Jump around (jump around) Jump up, jump up, and get down (Steady on the right) jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump) (Steady on the left) jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Steady on the right) jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump) (Steady on the right) jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Steady on the right) (Steady on the right) (Steady on the right) (Steady on the left) 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 goin' out like no pro, bitch Get used to one style and yo, and I might switch It up, up and around, then buck, buck ya down Put out ya head and then ya 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 around) Jump around (jump around) Jump up, jump up, and get down (Steady on the right) jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump) (Steady on the left) jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Steady on the right) jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump) (Steady on the right) jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Steady on the right) (Steady on the right) jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump) (Steady on the left) jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Steady on the right) jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump) (Steady on the right) jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Steady on the right) (Steady on the right) yo, this is dedicated (Steady on the right) to Joe "The Biter" (Steady on the right) Nicolo (Steady on the right) grab the bozack (Steady on the right) punk (Steady on- steady on the right) (Steady on the right) (Steady on the right)
Writer(s): Erik Schrody, Kal Mann, David Appell, Larry E. Muggerud Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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