Lirik Lagu The Jump Off - Lil' KimF/ Mr. Cheeks
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[Intro: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks)Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)It's the jump off (Come on)
[Verse 1: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks)I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)Goons in the club incase somethin jumps offAnd back up before the hive let the pump offIn the graveyard is where you get dumped offAll we wanna do is party (Woo!)And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)Black Barbie dressed in BulgariI'm tryin to leave in somebody's FerrariSpread love that's what a real mob doKeep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)Or out come the beastWe the best still there's room for improvementOur presence is felt like a Black Panther movementSeven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)And I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum
[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks]This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the BenzEscalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread upAnd live good, East coast West coast worldwideAll my playas in the hood stay flyAnd if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)
[Verse 2: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks)It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on)Special delivery for you and yours (Now)I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha)If you rep for your hood then make some noiseI got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coatDon't he know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?Uh! Let me show you what I'm all aboutHow I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth....HO!!!!Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)Bet it all playa fuck the priceMoney ain't a thing throw it out like riceBeen around the world cop the same thing twiceRub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!)Gimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah)Pop the cork and roll up the hash (Roll it!)You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks)Enter the world of the Playboy pin up girlButtnaked dressed in nothin but pearlsYou wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freakyAnd ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexyGot a man in Japan and a dude in TahitiBelieve me sweety I got enough to feed the needyNo need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)Now everybody come get with the lingoShake your body body, move your body body (Body body)On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)I'm the one that put the Range in the RoverWhen I'm steppin out the Range yo it's overComin through in the Brooklyn Mint gearWe 'gone do this just like Big Poppa was here
[Chorus]
[Outro: Mr. Cheeks]Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwideAnd stay fly nigga, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LBTwo thousand and, fuckin three, why not? we makin it hotShe back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeahB.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh...
[Verse 1: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks)I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)Goons in the club incase somethin jumps offAnd back up before the hive let the pump offIn the graveyard is where you get dumped offAll we wanna do is party (Woo!)And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)Black Barbie dressed in BulgariI'm tryin to leave in somebody's FerrariSpread love that's what a real mob doKeep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)Or out come the beastWe the best still there's room for improvementOur presence is felt like a Black Panther movementSeven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)And I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum
[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks]This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the BenzEscalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread upAnd live good, East coast West coast worldwideAll my playas in the hood stay flyAnd if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)
[Verse 2: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks)It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on)Special delivery for you and yours (Now)I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha)If you rep for your hood then make some noiseI got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coatDon't he know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?Uh! Let me show you what I'm all aboutHow I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth....HO!!!!Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)Bet it all playa fuck the priceMoney ain't a thing throw it out like riceBeen around the world cop the same thing twiceRub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!)Gimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah)Pop the cork and roll up the hash (Roll it!)You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks)Enter the world of the Playboy pin up girlButtnaked dressed in nothin but pearlsYou wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freakyAnd ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexyGot a man in Japan and a dude in TahitiBelieve me sweety I got enough to feed the needyNo need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)Now everybody come get with the lingoShake your body body, move your body body (Body body)On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)I'm the one that put the Range in the RoverWhen I'm steppin out the Range yo it's overComin through in the Brooklyn Mint gearWe 'gone do this just like Big Poppa was here
[Chorus]
[Outro: Mr. Cheeks]Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwideAnd stay fly nigga, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LBTwo thousand and, fuckin three, why not? we makin it hotShe back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeahB.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh...
