House of Pain - Jump Around lyrics

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
Ya better back up
Try and play the role and yo
The whole crew'll act up get up, stand up
(C'mon) c'mon, throw your hands up
If ya got the feelin'
Jump up towards the ceilin'
Muggs let the funk flow
Someone's talkin' junk
Yo, I bust him in the eye and
Then I'll take the punk's ho
Feelin', funkin', amps in the trunk, and
I got more rhymes than there's
Cops at a Dunkin'
Donuts shop, sho' 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 seat and jump around

Jump around (Jump around)
Jump around (Jump around)
Jump around (Jump around)
Jump up, jump up, and get down

Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!

I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe
If your girl steps up
I'm smackin' the ho Smack
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, but you ain't got none
If ya come to battle, bring a shotgun
(Shotgun) but if you do you're a fool
'cause I duel to the death
Tryin' to step to me
You'll take your last breath
I got the skill, come get your fill
'Cause when I shoot the gift, I shoot to kill

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 around)
Jump around (Jump around)
Jump up, jump up, and get down

Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!

(Steady on the right steady on the right
Steady on the left steady on the right
Steady on the right steady on the left)

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
Tryin' to play me out like as
If my name was Sega
But I ain't goin' out like no pro, bitch
Get used to one style and yo
And I might switch
It up, up and around, then buck, buck ya down
Put out ya head and then ya wake
Up in the Dawn of the Dead
I'm comin' to get ya, I'm 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 seat and jump around

Jump around (Jump around)
Jump around (Jump around)
Jump around (Jump around)
Jump up, jump up, and get down

Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump)
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!

Yo, this is dedicated to
Joe "The Biter" Nicolo grab the bozack, punk
(Steady on the right steady on the right
Steady on the right)