Your Favorite Martian - Jump Around lyrics
[Your Favorite Martian - Jump Around lyrics]
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 yo
The whole crew will act up
Get up, stand up, come on!
Come on, throw your hands up
If you've got the feeling
Jump across the ceiling
Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk
Yo, I'll bust em in the eye
And then I'll take the punk's hoe
Feelin- funky amps in the trunk
And I got more rhymes than
There's cops Dunkin Donut's shop
Sure 'nuff I got props from
The kids from 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 around
Jump around jump up Jump up and get down
Jump! Jump!
Jump! Everybody Jump
Jump! Jump!
Everybody Jump jump!
Jump! Everybody Jump
Jump! Jump!
Everybody Jump jump!
Jump! Jump!
Jump!
I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe
If your girl steps up, I'm smacking 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 stepping 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
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 coming to get ya, coming to get ya
Spitting 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 around
Jump around jump up Jump up and get down
Jump! Jump!
Jump! Everybody Jump
Jump! Jump!
Everybody Jump jump!
Jump! Everybody Jump
Jump! Jump!
Everybody Jump jump!
Jump! Jump!
Jump!
So get out your seats and jump around
Jump up Jump up and get down
Everybody Jump
Everybody Jump
Everybody Jump
Everybody Jump
Everybody Jump
Everybody Jump
Everybody Jump
Everybody Jump
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 yo
The whole crew will act up
Get up, stand up, come on!
Come on, throw your hands up
If you've got the feeling
Jump across the ceiling
Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk
Yo, I'll bust em in the eye
And then I'll take the punk's hoe
Feelin- funky amps in the trunk
And I got more rhymes than
There's cops Dunkin Donut's shop
Sure 'nuff I got props from
The kids from 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 around
Jump around jump up Jump up and get down
Jump! Jump!
Jump! Everybody Jump
Jump! Jump!
Everybody Jump jump!
Jump! Everybody Jump
Jump! Jump!
Everybody Jump jump!
Jump! Jump!
Jump!
I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe
If your girl steps up, I'm smacking 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 stepping 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
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 coming to get ya, coming to get ya
Spitting 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 around
Jump around jump up Jump up and get down
Jump! Jump!
Jump! Everybody Jump
Jump! Jump!
Everybody Jump jump!
Jump! Everybody Jump
Jump! Jump!
Everybody Jump jump!
Jump! Jump!
Jump!
So get out your seats and jump around
Jump up Jump up and get down
Everybody Jump
Everybody Jump
Everybody Jump
Everybody Jump
Everybody Jump
Everybody Jump
Everybody Jump
Everybody Jump