Limp Bizkit - Jump Around lyrics
[Limp Bizkit - Jump Around lyrics]
How many of you people remember
The House Of Pain?
I wanna bring out, my man Poe
From Style Elevish and my man Easy Rock
From the Rock Steady Crew
You like break dancing baby? Are you ready?
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
Punks you better back up
Try to play the role
And the whole crew will act up
Get up, stand up, c'mon put your hands up
And if you get the feeling
Jump across the ceiling
Least with the funk flow
Man you talkin' junk yo bust 'em in the eye
And then I'll take the punks home
Feelin, fuckin', man's it's in the junk
And I got more ryhmes than the
Cops at a Dunkin Donuts shop
Soon enough I'll get props from the kids in
KoRn plus my mom and my pops
Came to get down, came to get down
So get your ass up and jump around
C'mon, jump around jump around, get up!
Jump around, c'mon!
Jump up, jump up, and get down!
Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump jump
I'll slam your ass like John Mckenroe
If your bitch steps up (I'm smackin' the ho)
Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs
Got more rhymes than the Bible's got Psalms
Just like the Radical Son I've returned
If anyone's steppin' to me you get burned
Fuck your lyrics, cause you ain't got none
And if you wanna battle bring a (shotgun)
Well if you do you're a fool
Cause I'll put fools to death
Try to step to me, you take your last breath
I got the skill, man I got your fill
Cause when I shoot, man, I shoot to kill
Came to get down, I came to get down
So get your ass up and jump around
C'mon jump around! Jump around everybody!
Jump around, it's your last chance!
Jump up, jump up to get down!
Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump jump
Everybody jump! We'll see ya next year baby!
The House Of Pain?
I wanna bring out, my man Poe
From Style Elevish and my man Easy Rock
From the Rock Steady Crew
You like break dancing baby? Are you ready?
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
Punks you better back up
Try to play the role
And the whole crew will act up
Get up, stand up, c'mon put your hands up
And if you get the feeling
Jump across the ceiling
Least with the funk flow
Man you talkin' junk yo bust 'em in the eye
And then I'll take the punks home
Feelin, fuckin', man's it's in the junk
And I got more ryhmes than the
Cops at a Dunkin Donuts shop
Soon enough I'll get props from the kids in
KoRn plus my mom and my pops
Came to get down, came to get down
So get your ass up and jump around
C'mon, jump around jump around, get up!
Jump around, c'mon!
Jump up, jump up, and get down!
Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump jump
I'll slam your ass like John Mckenroe
If your bitch steps up (I'm smackin' the ho)
Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs
Got more rhymes than the Bible's got Psalms
Just like the Radical Son I've returned
If anyone's steppin' to me you get burned
Fuck your lyrics, cause you ain't got none
And if you wanna battle bring a (shotgun)
Well if you do you're a fool
Cause I'll put fools to death
Try to step to me, you take your last breath
I got the skill, man I got your fill
Cause when I shoot, man, I shoot to kill
Came to get down, I came to get down
So get your ass up and jump around
C'mon jump around! Jump around everybody!
Jump around, it's your last chance!
Jump up, jump up to get down!
Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump jump
Everybody jump! We'll see ya next year baby!