Jump Off Lyrics

Jump Off lyrics

whoa... 
{whoa, ho...
whoa... 
{whoa
(yeah)

ay-yo' Tim, man

this the jump off, right here, man

whoa... {whoa!
whoa... {whoa!,
ha-ha
whoa...

(is Queen B...)
is the jump off...

i been gone
from a minute
now i'm back wit "The Jump Off"

goones in the
club
incase something jumps off

ay, back up 
for the high, wit the
pumps on

in the graveyard 
is where you get stumped off

all we
wanna do is party 
(yeah!)

and buy everybody (oh)
in the bar,
Bacardi

black barbie,
dressed in bacardi

i'm tryin' leave

in somebody's ferrari

spread love
that's what a real mob
do

keep the gangsta
look out for (my people)

i know we can
picture these
you betta keep the beast
or out come the bees...

we
the best 
illest room, for improvement

our presence is felt like
a
black leather movement

seven quater to eight
back to
back

sitting on chrome
seven times that...

[CHORUS:]
this
is for my peeps (ah-ha!)

with the bentley's, the humers,
and the benz
(whoo-whoo...)

escalade, 
twenty-three inch rims (oh)

jumpin'
out 
the jaguar
with the tims

keep it real,

look
good
east coast, west coast
world wide

and all the players in the
hood
stay fly

and if you ballin'
say, "right..."
(right...)

is lil' kim and timbaland,
shit in your d rawers

special delivery
is you and yours (man...)

rep the bitches,
he
rep the boys

if you
rep your hood,than
make some
noise...

got my eye on a guy
in a orange coat

don't need no
"Queen B."
got the ill deep throat
lemme show you
what i'm
all about

how i make a Sprite can
disapear in my mouth

shake
up the dice
pull down your ice

spend it all playa,
fuck the
price

money ain't a thing
throw it out like rice

been around
the world 
got the same thing twice

rub all night
(rub all
night)

squeeze all night
(squeeze all night)

gimme some...
(huh!)
step on the gas (ah!)

pop the collar,
and roll out the-
(roll it!)

you know what we about
sex, drugs, and
cash...

[CHORUS:]
this is for my peeps (ah-ha!)

with the
bentley's, the hummers,
and the benz (whoo-whoo...)

escalade,

twenty-three inch rims

jumpin' out 
the jaguar
with the
tims

keep it real,

look good
east coast, west coast
world
wide

and all the players in the hood
stay fly

and if you
ballin'
say, "right..." (right...)

enter the world of a
playboy
pin-up girl

butt-naked
dressed in 
nothing, but
pearls

you wanna meet me 
cuz ya...

know i'm freaky
and
ya...

wanna (eat me) cuz ya...
say i'm sexy

gotta man
in
Japan

and a dude
in Tahitti

believe me, sweetie
i got
enough 
to feed the needy

no need 
to be greedy

i got
man-franks 
that's pretty

chicks, ballidayas
all different
flavors

mali-hoso
that's how this thing goes

now,
everybody
come get with the mingle

shake your body-body

move
your body-body
(body-body)

on the dance floor 
don't hurt
nobody-body

i'm the one 
who out the "rage"
in the
"rover"

when i steppin' out the ring
yo, its'
over...!

comin' through the Brooklyn
this year

we gon' do this

just like Big Poppa did

[CHORUS:]
this is for my peeps
(ah-ha!)

with the bentley's, the humers,
and the benz
(whoo-whoo...)

escalade, 
twenty-three inch rims 

jumpin' out

the jaguar
with the tims

keep it real,

look good
east
coast, west coast
world wide

and all the players 
in the
hood
stay fly

and if you ballin' lemmi hear u 
say,
"right..." (right...)

-------
(yea)

... to the,
whut?
(mmm...)

(yea)

all... ya'll...,
keep it
real

yeah, 
the world wide
(mmm...)

stay fly
nigga...
(stay fly...)

(yea, man)
righ-right,
righ-right

Queen B...
L.B. 

two-thousand fuckin,
...
three.

why not?
make it hot

come-to 
blow the
spot

c'mon,

(yeah) 

ay-oh,
(mmm...)
she back at
it,

why wouldn't she
be?

c'mon,
(yeah)

B.I.G.,
Freaky Pop...

(yea-yea,
yeah)
"L" is...

(light 'em...)

...'course...