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Vanilla Ice

Jump Around

 

Jump Around

(album: Vanilla Ice Is Back! - Hip Hop Classics - 2008)


Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin
I came to win, battle me, that's a sin
I won't ever slack up, punk, you better back up
Try and play the role and yo, the whole crew'll act up
Get up, stand up, c'mon, throw your hands up
If you've got the feeling, jump across the ceiling
Muggs [?] funk fest, someone's talking junk
Yo, I bust him in the eye, and then I'll take the punk's ho
Feeling, funking, amps in the trunk and I got more rhymes
Than there's cops at a Dunking Donuts shop
Sure 'nough, 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 seat and jump around!

Jump around!
Jump around!
Jump around!
Jump up, jump up, and get down!
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!
Jump! Jump! Jump!

I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe
If your girl steps up, I'm smacking 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, but you ain't got none
If you come to battle, bring your shotgun
But if you do, you're a fool, 'cause I duel to the death
Trying to step to me, you'll take your last breath
I got the skills, come and get your fill
'Cause when I shoot the gift, I shoot to kill
I came to get down, I came to get down
Get out your seat and jump around!

Jump around!
Jump around!
Jump around!
Jump up, jump up, and get down!
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 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 yo and I might switch
It up, up and around, then buck, buck you down
Put out your head and then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead
I'm coming to get ya, I'm coming to get ya
Spitting out lyrics, homie, I'm with ya
I came to get down, I came to get down
So get out your seat 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!

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