☆ House_Of_Pain_-_Jump_Around__Pete_Rock_Remix_

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 throw your hands up
If you’ve got the feeling jump up touch 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 ho
Feel it, funk it, amps in the trunk y’all
And I got more rhymes than there’s cops that are Dunkin’ Donuts shop
Sure ’nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill plus my mom and my pops

CHORUS
I came to get down, I came to get down
So get out your seats and jump around
Jump around (3x)
Jump up, jump up and get down
Jump (18x)

I’ll serve your ass like John MacEnroe
If your girl steps up, I’m smackin’ the ho
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 (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 bill
‘Cause when I shoot to give, I shoot to kill

CHORUS

Listen to the sound that pounds, I jump around
I’m no clown, I get down
To the funk, listen to the wig out
And step to the rear, dear, ’cause I’m here
The P to the E to the T-E rockin’
The runs in your stockin’ so hon, put the lock in
Chillin’ with the House of Pain, blood stains the ground
Huh, I jump around

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Jump Around (Pete Rock Remix)
House Of Pain