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 up towards 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 And I got more rhymes than there's cops at a dunking Donuts shop Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the hill Plus my mom and my pops
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I came to get down (2x) 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 smacking her hump Word to your moms I came to drop bombs
I got more rhymes than a bottles got songs 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 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
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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 up like as if my name was sega But I ain't going out like no punk bitch Get used to one style yo and I might switch Get 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'm with ya
Chorus Jump (32x)
Yo, this is dedicated To joe, da flava, dakota Grag yo bozac, punkTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
