Erick Sermon - J.U.M.P. lyrics

[George Clinton] This is the story.. of pro-zen-xanthrapus Pro-zen-ganthrapus.. Funky monkey.. nasty monkey.. gangster monkey.. [Redman] Yo yo, yo, yo.. watch out!! I run New Jerz Got blood on my wifebeater undershirt (look) Hand to hand you bout half a gram I'm a truckload, backin in, under dirt! Lock on target, your wallet Your chains I left stains up, gorilla paw prints Sharp in garments, run out yo' apartment Vampire, wear yo' garlic I beef on the streets (gun jammin) Y'all beef let's meat/meet like Subway sandwiches You have no idea Crackheads furnish your homes like Ikea, over here Bricks, B-R, I, C-K Where hoes put twelve into size seven CK's Who's the one? D-O-C Carryin clips for the agents in +The Matrix+ At the Mobil Awards on the podium Cause in high school I hung with custodians Batter-ram your door in f** hot, I'm warpin, Doc torturin your Walkman [Hook: Redman] Jump, get up All my n***as in the house, stalk, get up All my b**hes in the house, jump, get up All my n***as in the house, stalk, get up Jump, get up, jump, get up All my n***as in the house, stalk, get up All my b**hes in the house, jump, get up All my n***as in the house, stalk, get up Jump, get up, jump, get up [Redman] Yo.. I put a dollar in my zipper It's pulled out from a mouth of a stripper Back that thang up, same s*ut Used to hang up, now she brain up I'm like yo (yo) swallow it! Dick new sh** spit throat lozenges When I'm off the hit {*click-click*} Hire security to start joggin with, where your office is I piss on it! Stamp Bricks on it Take your street work, let your b**h pump it I'm your next door tenant, that'll strip you down 'til your barefooted like Eric Bennett Half my brain is still experimentin Doc already gone before the X kick in Yeah, I want my cut like G-Money Stickin the Easter Bunny for sneaker money Now how many muh'f**ers out there Is high make some noise (ahhhhhhhhhhh!) I just tried (ahhh) see last night, had two b**hes Me last night, so I told them to.. [Hook: Redman] Jump, get up All my n***as in the house, stalk, get up All my b**hes in the house, jump, get up All my peoples in the house, jump, get up Stalk, get up, jump, get up All my n***as in the house, stalk, get up All my b**hes in the house, jump, get up All my peoples in the house, jump, get up Stalk, get up, jump, get up All my n***as in the house, stalk, get up All my b**hes in the house, jump, get up All my peoples in the house, jump, get up Stalk, get up, jump, get up All my n***as in the house, stalk, get up All my b**hes in the house, jump, get up All my peoples in the house, jump, get up Stalk, get up, jump, get up [George Clinton] The gorilla in the motherf**in mix They call him Lethal Lip The linguistic full metal jacket of vernacular ballistic Shootin off at the mouth without chap or a blister He got hairs on his funk and didn't flunk diaper rash Gorilla goin postal.. verbally toxic Metal pierced forked and hollow point tongue Dum-dums piled shot from gamblin gorilla gums Hooked on phonics, packin a viscious vocabulary Malicious with malice and mayhem f** a gorilla dictionary, Magilla Gorilla talkin to ya Yo-hoooooooo! Sup Brick City? T.C., what it be like? Yeahhh motherf**er! You got thirty-five seconds to get yo' a** to the flo'