House Of Pain - Jump Around (Jason Nevins 2000 radio edit) 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 will act up Get up, stand up [come on!] Come on, throw your hands up If you've got the feeling Jump up touch the ceiling Muggs lifts a funk flow Someone's talking junk, yo I'll bust him in the eye And then I'll take the punk's hoe 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 (everybody jump) Jump, jump, jump, jump Jump, jump, jump (everybody jump) Jump, jump, jump, jump I'll serve your a** like John MacEnroe If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the hoe 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 on 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 d**h Tryin' to step to me - you'll take your last breath I got the sk**, come get your fill 'Cause when I shoot to give, I shoot to k** 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 (everybody 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 never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop Or better yet a Terminator Like Arnold Schwarzenegger Tryin' to play me out as if my name was Sega But I ain't going out like no punk b**h Get used to one style and you know I might switch It up up and around, then buck buck get down Put out your head 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 (everybody jump) Jump, jump, jump, jump Jump, jump, jump (everybody jump) Jump, jump, jump, jump Jump, jump, jump (everybody jump) Jump, jump, jump, jump Jump, jump, jump (everybody jump) Jump, jump, jump, jump Yo, this is dedicated To Joe "De Berg" Dakota Grab your bozak, punk