Jump Around (Pete Rock Remix)

Get up, pack it in

Let me begin

I came to win

Battle me, that's a sin

I won't tear the smack up

Punk you better back up

Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up

Get up, stand up, come on throw your hands up

If you got the feeling, jump up towards the ceiling

Monk just lets the funk flow

Someone's talking' junk, yo

I'll bust 'em in the eye

And then I'll take the punks home

Feelin' funky

Amps in the trunk and I got more rhymes

Than those cops that are dunkin'

Donut shop, sure 'nuf I got props from the kids on 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

Jump around

(Jump up and get down)

Jump up, jump up and get down

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump

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

Jump, jump

I'll serve you're ass like John McEnroe

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

Word to your moms

I came to drop bombs

I got more rhymes that the Bible's got psalms

And just like prodigal son, I return

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 do till 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 seats 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

Listen to the sound that pounds, now jump around

I'm no clown, I get down to the funk

Listen to the way I will step to the rhythm

'Cause I'm here

The P to the E to the T, E rockin'

The runs in your stockin'

So hun', put the lock in

Chillin' with the House of Pain

Blood stains the ground

Huh, I jump around

I'm the cream of the crop

I rise to the top

I never eat the pig

'Cause the pig is a cop

Or better yet a terminator

Like Arnold Schwarzenegger

Tryna 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 you know that I might switch

It up, up and around

Then buck, buck and get down

Put our 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 up and get down)

Jump around

Jump around

(Jump up and get down)

Jump up, jump up and get down

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 (Everybody jump)

Jump, jump, jump, jump (Check it out y'all)

Check it out y'all

Check it out y'all

Check it out y'all