Yasiin Bey, Ludacris - The Jump Off lyrics

Black (Black) Jack
Johnson ain't scared of you motherfuckers
Haha it's The Jump Off yeah y'all now, c'mon
It's The Jump Off Push it up now, ha
It's The Jump Off What you want now?
It's The Jump Off Keep cool, now
Put your hands up, it's The Jump-Off
Yeah! It's that Freak Daddy shit!
Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off
Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off
Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off
Raise your hands

With so much drama in the N-Y-C
It's kinda hard bein' M-O-S Def-initely
But I, some how, some way
Keep comin' up with funky ass shit
With the Black Jack Jay
May, I, spit a lyric for my ghetto Pe-ople?
Show me 'nough respect when I breeze, through
Riders beep they horn
Cause I keep the party jumpin'
Like yo' mamma ain't home
I'm just a freak individual singin' my song
Shinin' bright on the mic like
It's six in the morn' (six in the morn')
So peep out my manuscript
Reach up, sleevess up
For a second NOW BOUNCE
This is the one that make the party wile' out
Niggai said wile' out
Nigga, I SAID wile' out
Lemme show you what we're talkin' about
(C'MON)

Huh, ha, yes, hah, uh, hah, rock wit' me now
Uh, ha, yes, ah, uh, rock wit' me now
(You are now rockin' with the best)
Uh, hah, yes, unnh, ha, uh, come check me now
(Black! Jack) uh, hah, uh, yes, hah, uh
Uh, BACK TO THE BEAT, like

It's The Jump Off Get it up now!
It's The Jump Off C'mon, push it up now!
It's The Jump Off Get it up now
It's The Jump Off and make it jump now!
Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off
Uh, push it up now
Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off
Nigga jump now
Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off
Push it up now
Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off
Raise your hands

Tables fulla hi hat, a dash of drums
Sprinkle in a little keyboard, a pint of rum
With just a pinch of purple haze
And a gallon of bass
Mix snares with rock 'n' roll and
Throw it all in ya face
Pre heat the studio to
About a hundred degress
Ludacris, Mos Def and your best emcees
You'll get BURNT just for thinkin'
You can step to me
Unless the of my get a re-ci-pee
My des-tinies are rhythm
Hit 'em with the rhythm
Hit 'em, click 'em, then HA, HA-HA strip 'em
Jump the fuck (back) , no gun can pump (that)
I punch the engi-
(neer) and slap the whole (track)
Then pop all the speakers and stip the wires
Blow smoke from the MPs and amplifiers
Here to spit truth for the LIAR, LIARS
I'm the hottest emcee, y'all a FIRE-FIRED

Huh, yes, uh, ah, yes, uh, yes, hah, c'mon
(You are now rockin' wit' the best)
Woo! Brooklyn, New York City
Hah, take 'em there, Doc
Hah, uh, yeah, Black, Jack, c'mon
So incredible! Fantastic! (ohh)
Freak Daddy shitfiRE!
C'mon (woo) nigga, rock to it
Uh (uh) , hah (hah) , yeah (yeah)
Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands
Ridin' high (high) ridin' low (low)
Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands
Ridin' clean (clean) ridin' dirty (dirty)
No-body high as we are, Black Jack Johnson
Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands
Told you my hot was incredible, y'all
Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands
Woo! (woo)
Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands
Tell 'em again
Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands
Hey, I don't think y'all heard me

Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands
Black, Jack
Johnson ain't scared of you motherfuckers!