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    Lil' Kim / Lyrics

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    "The Jump Off" Lyrics

    Lil' Kim feat. Mr. Cheeks

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    Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah
    Aiyyo, Tim man, this the jump off right here, man
    Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, it's Queen Bee, nigga
    It's the jump off, come on

    I been gone for a minute, now I'm back at the jump off
    Goons in the club in case somethin' jumps off
    And back up before the hive, let the pump off
    In the graveyard is where you get dumped off

    All we wanna do is party
    And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi
    Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari
    I'm tryin' to leave in somebody's Ferrari

    Spread love, that's what a real mob do
    Keep it gangsta, look out for her, people
    I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace, aiyyo
    Or out come the beast

    We the best still there's room for improvement
    Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement
    Seven quarter to eights, back to back with 'em
    And I'm sittin' on chrome, seven times platinum

    This is for my peeps
    With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
    Escalades, twenty three inch rims
    Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up

    And live good
    East coast, West coast, worldwide
    All my playas in the hood, stay fly
    And if your ballin', let me hear you say right

    It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland, niggas, shit, ya drawers
    Special delivery for you and yours
    I rep for bitches, he rep for boys
    If you rep for your hood then make some noise

    I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat
    Don't he know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?
    Uh, let me show you what I'm all about
    How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth

    Shake up the dice, throw down your ice
    Bet it all playa, fuck the price
    Money ain't a thing, throw it out like rice
    Been around the world, cop the same thing twice

    Rub on my tits, squeeze on my ass
    Gimme some, step on the gas
    Pop the cork and roll up the hash
    You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash

    This is for my peeps
    With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
    Escalades, twenty three inch rims
    Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up

    And live good
    East coast, West coast, worldwide
    All my playas in the hood, stay fly
    And if your ballin', let me hear you say right

    Enter the world of the Playboy, pin up girl
    Buttnaked, dressed in nothin' but pearls
    You wanna meet me 'cause ya know I'm freaky
    And ya wanna eat me 'cause ya say I'm sexy

    Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti
    Believe me, sweety, I got enough to feed the needy
    No need to be greedy, I got mad friends that's pretty
    Chicks by the layers and all different flavors

    Mafioso, that's how this thing go
    Now everybody come get with the lingo
    Shake your body, body, move your body, body
    On the dance floor, don't hurt nobody body

    I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover
    When I'm steppin' out the Range, yo it's over
    Comin' through in the Brooklyn Mint gear
    We 'gone do this just like Big Poppa was here

    This is for my peeps
    With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
    Escalades, twenty three inch rims
    Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up

    And live good
    East coast, West coast, worldwide
    All my playas in the hood, stay fly
    And if your ballin', let me hear you say right

    Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up
    Yeah and worldwide and stay fly nigga, yeah, man
    Right, right, right, right, Queen Bee, LB

    Two thousand and fuckin' three, why not? We makin' it hot
    Come to know the spot, come on, aiyyo
    She back at it, why wouldn't she be? Come on, yeah
    B.I.G., Freaky Tah, yeah, yeah, yeah, L's, light 'em, oh
    This song was last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd..
    Written by Terrance Cocheeks Kelly, Christopher Wallace, Osten Harvey, Kimberly Jones, Timothy Mosley, Timothy P Patterson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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