Lyrics Jump On It - LL Cool J
No
cut,
pure
raw
We
sold
out,
you
bought
more
It
was
meant
to
be
Hip
hop
died,
reincarnated
through
me
Now
the
promoters
gotta
double
my
fee
Cause
these
pop
melodies
aint
fucking
with
me
Get
back
on
your
tour
bus
roll
some
rockly
Hell
your
crew
twisted
in
the
ahhh
not
me
Hell
through
time
and
the
game
in
my
speed
Cause
water
down
hip
hop
we
do
not
need
Yes
sir,
I
got
the
real
recipe
A
little
bit
of
old
E
and
bon
bon
Z
I
guess
by
now
you
can
tell
you
miss
me
The
baddest
motherfucker
in
rap
history
One
to
the
temple
put
you
out
your
misery
Thats
not
an
album,
thats
a
frisbee
Tangle
with
LL
boy
thats
risky
Them
boys
is
backwash,
we
want
whiskey
Jump
on
it!
jump
on
it!
When
the
chips
is
down
you
gotta
fight
for
the
crown
Jump
on
it!
jump
on
it!
Tell
them
boys
over
there
get
down
or
lay
down
Jump
on
it!
jump
on
it!
I
got
the
house
of
pain
for
your
little
pop
clown
Jump
on
it!
jump
on
it!
Dont
get
it
criss
cross
were
taking
over
the
town
Roll
up
on
your
set
pull
out
the
4 pound
Whos
pitching
out
here
blast
them
off
the
map
The
game
got
us
bored,
no
rebounce
Claims
hes
hardcore
how
he
sound
My
radios
a
bunch
of
noise
in
the
background
For
a
factory
manufacturing
pop
clowns
Thats
what
happens
when
LL
aint
around
The
pop
stars
flooding
and
the
hip
hop
drowns
DJ
suffer
while
sarada
goes
round
You
screaming?
got
the
real
creaming
Welcome
to
hip
hop,
were
out
here
fiending
Watch
a
program
directed
in
the
bin
and
Went
from
cruss
group
to
a
boy
band
screaming
When
it
come
under
the
car
I
aint
leaning
I
wish
I
could
bump
the
brim
creaming
I
tell
you
what,
play
my
stupid
call
it
even
Jump
on
it!
jump
on
it!
When
the
chips
is
down
you
gotta
fight
for
the
crown
Jump
on
it!
jump
on
it!
Tell
them
boys
over
there
get
down
or
lay
down
Jump
on
it!
jump
on
it!
I
got
the
house
of
pain
for
your
little
pop
clown
Jump
on
it!
jump
on
it!
Dont
get
it
criss
cross
were
taking
over
the
town
What
yall
want,
no
cut
What
yall
need,
pure
raw
What
we
do,
we
sold
out
All
because.
you
bought
more!
No
affects
on
my
voice,
thats
my
choice
Hard
raw
beat
make
a
soft
voice
moist
Get
the
dinero
bring
the
heat
like
Jon
Voight
Timbaland
music,
rolls
royce
Hit
you
in
the
head
like
a
fat
joint
Back
to
the
Ss
big
meat
in
Detroit
L
so
perceptive
shrud
in
the
droit
Bad
motherfucker,
now
you
get
the
point?
(Jump
on
it!
jump
on
it!
When
the
chips
is
down
you
gotta
fight
for
the
crown
Jump
on
it!
jump
on
it!
Tell
them
boys
over
there
get
down
or
lay
down
Jump
on
it!
jump
on
it!
I
got
the
house
of
pain
for
your
little
pop
clown
Jump
on
it!
jump
on
it!
Dont
get
it
criss
cross
were
taking
over
the
town
Jump
on
it!
jump
on
it!
Jump
on
it!
jump
on
it!
Jump
on
it!
jump
on
it!
Jump
on
it!
jump
on
it!
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