paroles de chanson Jump Around (original version) - House of Pain
Get
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
feelin'
jump
across
the
ceilin′
Muggs
is
a
funk
fest,
someone′s
talkin'
junk
Yo,
I′ll
bust
'em
in
the
eye
and
then
I′ll
take
the
punks
home
Feel
it,
funk
it,
amps
it
are
junkin'
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
I
came
to
get
down,
I
came
to
get
down
So
get
out
your
seats
and
jump
around
Jump
around,
jump
up
and
get
down
Jump
around,
jump
around
Jump
up
and
get
down
Jump
up,
jump
up
and
get
down
Jump,
jump,
jump
Jump,
jump,
jump
Jump,
jump,
jump
Jump,
jump,
jump
Jump,
jump,
jump
Jump,
jump
I′ll
serve
your
ass
like
John
McEnroe
If
your
girl
steps
up,
I′m
smackin'
the
hoe
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
steppin′
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
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
I
came
to
get
down,
I
came
to
get
down
So
get
out
your
seats
and
jump
around
Jump
around,
jump
up
and
get
down
Jump
around,
jump
around
Jump
up
and
get
down
Jump
up,
jump
up
and
get
down
Jump,
jump
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
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
out
like
as
if
my
name
was
Sega
But
I
ain't
going
out
like
no
punk
bitch
Get
used
to
one
style
and
you
know
I
might
switch
It
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
comin'
to
get
ya,
comin′
to
get
ya
Spittin'
out
lyrics
homie
I′ll
wet
ya
I
came
to
get
down,
I
came
to
get
down
So
get
out
your
seats
and
jump
around
Jump
around,
jump
up
and
get
down
Jump
around,
jump
around
Jump
up
and
get
down
Jump
up,
jump
up
and
get
down
Jump,
jump,
jump
Jump,
jump,
jump
Jump,
jump,
jump
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