Girl Talk - Jump on Stage lyrics

Uhh, I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe Boy check the rsume, it's risky business in the A (A) And I've been witness to this history, ever since the 10th grade We went from rockin braids to temp fades I twist my A hat to the side just for style Or throw on the Gucci bucket with the flowers super fly Wow, the Southern pride been known to shut it down It ain't so country though n***a, this ain't no Gomer Pyle I'm Sergeant Slaughter, I keep my sh** cooked to order in order to satisfy my people in Georgia and cross the water And, across the border the esse's are gettin smarter They got flour for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas If you follow, wink wink, No Doubt we +Don't Speak+ In a blink them folks can have you sleepin in the clink I'm sh**tin on n***az and peein on the seat It's the n***a, the B-I-G B-O-I, O-U-T Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug And throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutterbuggs I'm double fisted and you empty you can grab a cup Boy stop, I'm just playin, Boy stop?? Now this goes out to all my playas in the back sippin' yack. Bendin' 'round corners in the 'lac. We be clubbin' Get up (X3) Do That sh**, Do that sh**, do it And this goes out to all my ladies in the front. What you want? You make me wanna breed. Girl freeze. We be clubbin' Get up (X3) Do That sh**, Do that sh**, do it I wish I was like six-foot-nine So I could get with Leoshi Cause she don't know me but yo she's really fine You know I see her all the time Everywhere I go, and even in my dreams I can scheme of ways to make her mine Cause I know she's livin phat Her boyfriend's tall and he plays ball So how am I gonna compete with that 'Cause when it comes to playing basketball I'm always last to be picked And in some cases never picked at all So I just lean upon the wall Or sit up in the bleachers with the rest of the girls Who came to watch their men ball Dag y'all! I never understood, black Why the jocks get the fly girls And me I get the hood rats I tell 'em scat, skittle, skibobble Got hit with a bottle And put in the hospital, for talkin' that mess I confess it's a shame when you livin' in a city That's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name Glad I came to my senses Like quick-quick got sick-sick to my stomach Overcome with my thoughts of me and her together Right? So when I asked her out she said I wasn't her type (x2) I wish I was little bit taller I wish I was a baller I wish I had a girl who looked good I would call her I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat And a six four Impala He's phony She's fake Thats the type of people i hate Ya'll know the lyrics, come sing with me Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay, Gimme the mic so I can take it away. Off on a natural charge, bon voyage Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad Wu-Tang k**errr Bees on a swarm! Rain on ya college a**, disco dorm! When you didn't even touch my sk**, You gotta have the one k**er Bee and he ain't gonna k**. Now Chop that down, pa** it all around! Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground! For any MC in any 52 states, I gets psycho k**errrr Norman Bates! My producer slam, my flow is like bam! Jump on stage, and then I dun-daaaah! But Im a creep (Ooh, baby, I like it raww...) I'm a weirdo (Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!!) What the hell am I doing here (Ooh, baby, I like it raww...) I dont belong here (Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!!) Run, run run run One time y'all Throw your hands real high y'all Yea, get down y'all Let me see you, all y'all Hennessy and trees, that's all I need Back it up, don't stop Hit the floor, make it drop Rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat Rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat It goes left, right, left, right Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right Ooh ooh baby come on you can wobble wit it Ooh ooh baby come on you can hustle wit it Do the Beattown Mo, get co*ky wit it Put ya hands in the air don't stop wit it Ooh ooh baby come on you can wobble wit it Ooh ooh baby come on you can hustle wit it Do the Beattown Mo, get co*ky wit it Put ya hands in the air don't stop wit it Oh oh Oh oh Hey ladies!! This beat (hey) This beat, this beat (c'mon) This beat is sick Lets have some fun This beat is sick I wanna take a ride on your disco stick Hey This beat (hey) This beat, this beat (hey) This beat is sick Don't think too much just bust that dick I wanna take a ride on your disco stick Heyyyyyyy ladies in the place I'm callin' out to ya There never was a city kid truer and bluer There's more to me than you'll ever know And I've got more hits than Sadaharu Oh Tom Thumb, Tom Cushman or Tom Foolery Date women on T.V. with the help of Chuck Woolery Words are flowing out just like the Grand Canyon And I'm always out looking for a female companion I threw the la**o around the tallest one and dragged her to the crib I took off her moccasins and put on my bib I'm wheelin' and dealin' I make a little bit of stealing I'll bring you back to the place and your dress I'm feeling Your body's on time and your mind is appealing Staring at the cracks up there upon the ceiling Such and such be the ba** that I'm throwing Talking to a girl telling her I'm all knowing She's talking to the kid I'm telling here every lie that you know that I never did