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    "Jump Around [Jason Nevins 2000 Club Edit]" Lyrics

    House of Pain

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    Pack it up, pack it in
    Let me begin
    I came to win
    Battle me that's a sin
    I won't tear the sack up
    Punk you'd better back up
    Try and play the role and 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 across the ceiling
    Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk
    Yo, I'll bust em in the eye
    And then I'll take the punks home
    Feel it, funk it
    Amps it are junking
    And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunking
    Donuts shop
    Sure '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 seats and jump around
    Jump around
    Jump around
    Jump around
    Jump up Jump up and get down.
    Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
    Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
    Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump

    I'll serve your ass 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 to me you'll get burned
    Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none
    So if you come to battle bring a shotgun
    But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the death
    Try and step to me you'll take your last breath
    I gots the skill, come get your fill
    Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill

    I came to get down
    I came to get down
    So get out your seats and jump around
    Jump around
    Jump around
    Jump around
    Jump up Jump up and get down.
    Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
    Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
    Jump 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
    Try'n to play me out like as if my name was Sega
    But I ain't going out like no punk bitch
    Get used to one style and you know I might switch
    It up up and around, then buck buck you down
    Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead
    I'm coming to get ya, 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 seats and jump around
    Jump around
    Jump around
    Jump around
    Jump up Jump up and get down.
    Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
    Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
    Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
    Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
    Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
    Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump

    Yo, this is dedicated
    To Joe, da flava, Dakota
    Grag yo bozac, punk
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Larry E. Muggerud, Erik Schrody, Lou Donaldson, David Appell, Kal Mann, Earl Lee Nelson, Robert Nelson Relf.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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