Текст песни Lil` Kim f Mobb Deep, Mr. Cheeks - The Jump Off (Remix)
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[Intro: Lil` Kim] (Mr. Cheeks)Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa!(Yo`, it`s goin` down now)Aiyyo Tim man this the G-Mix right here man! (Jump off!)Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Queen Bee, Mobb Deep)[Verse 1: Lil` Kim]I been gone for a minute now I`m back at the remixLil` Kim, Mr. Cheeks, M-O-B mixPump the Jag, come through in the V6By the end of the night, I`m in the G5thAll we wanna do is danceThe way I eat tracks, call me Ms. Pac-ManAnd if the fans don`t fit in the minivanMurk out in somebody`s SedanYou thought the Sprite can was off the meterImagine what I`d do with a two litreYou see my nipples gettin` hard through the wife beaterFuck the tele, we can do this in the two-seaterGot every color diamond in the crossI ain`t scared to crossover, ya`ll niggas is softMy man follow me everywhere of courseTo hear my theme music, muthafuckin` "The Jump Off"[Chorus: Lil` Kim & Mr. Cheeks]This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the BenzEscalades twenty three inch rimsJumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up(It`s the Jump Off)And live good, East coast West coast worldwideAll my playas in the hood stay flyAnd if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)(It`s the Jump Off)[Verse 2: Mr. Cheeks]Ayo, I do it no other way but the live wayHoppin` in my truck, brand new Porsche in drivewayHow I`m livin`, ball out `til I fall outBrawl out, bitch niggas we call outI run with a mean pack, sticky green jackMobb Deep and `em, we fam, got the Queen backPeep the situation, the jump is jumpin` offI`m on the low in the cut touchin` somethin` softAin`t nothin` like it, sex, weed and cashI love gettin` smashed, I love hittin` assFloss back, smells good and toes outBought the bottles of Hen rock, and Moes outEvery spot we go in, it blows outQueen Bee got hot shit, yeah no doubtListen, we keep it poppin` in hereAin`t no stoppin` in here[Chorus][Verse 3: Havoc]It`s the Jump Off remix with Mobb up on itSince Quiet Storms niggas had them blocks, had them cornersThem glocks, them revolvers, them problem solversNiggas fallin` in love with these hoes and fallin`Yo`, this is Havoc talkin` to a professional niggaTalkin` `bout guns, though he just ain`t credibleCome to sets with Lex and the dukeAnd here`s the catch, if you never had that itchYou won`t squeeze for the scratchYou know how many in the hood bleedin` for thatWhile you talkin` out your ass and are weak with the techLil` Kim is still that bitchBurn everything I love, let a nigga stunt on me and the grubWe hide up in back of the club, you know we got a mintSomethin` to make a shotie look like a SnubShorty if you ain`t jumpin` it off, the fuck outThe last ain`t you ain`t leave, buggin` the fuck out[Chorus][Verse 4: Prodigy]My whole life is one party with millions of jump offsAnd Bunsy called before a nigga jump offNiggas wife be the next man jumped onShe pissed at you, the man has some faultAll she wanna do is feel looseAnd free to be herself, we fuck like animalsThere`s a celebrity orgy at the cribCall Kim and the mo`fuckin` Beehive crewThey got the whole bar and me armiedToo much pussy, nigga be drunk of punnaniA Brooklyn-Queens thing, when we get it poppin`Gun fire couldn`t stop us from rockin`Certain niggas can`t live they lifeThey can`t party with us, `cause they scared of they own kindWe in the jump off everytimeLike eight or nine deep with them things and the whole nine[Chorus][Outro: Mr. Cheeks]It`s jumpin` off like that nowQueen Bee, she back nowYo yo, Mobb Deep, Mr. CheeksAyo it`s goin` down like this manThe party`s jumpin` offThe G-Mix, the G-Mix