Jump Around Lyrics

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 role and yo, the whole crew'll act up. Get up, stand up (c'mon!) c'mon, throw your hands up. If you've got the feeling, jump up, touch the ceiling. Muggs lets the funk flow, Someone's talking 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 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! I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe. If your girl steps up, I'm smacking 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 stepping to me, you'll get burned. 'Cause I got lyrics, but you ain't got none. If you come to battle, bring a shotgun! But if you do you're a fool, 'cause I duel to the death. Trying to step to me, you'll take your last breath. I got the skills. 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 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! 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 Schwarzanegger Try 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 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 coming to get ya, I'm coming to get ya. Spitting 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! (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! Jump! Yo, this is dedicated to Joe "The Biter" Nicolo! Grab the Bozack, punk!