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Mos Def
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The Jump Off
作词:Mark Adams, Steven R Arrington, Cordozar C Broadus, Harry Wayne Casey, Richard Finch, Gary Miller, Mark Richardson, Dante Smith, Raymond Guy Turner, Steve Washington, Daniel Webster, Douglas Arthur Wimbish, Andre Romell Young
Black (Black) Jack Johnson ain't scared of you motherfuckers, ha, ha
(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 NYC It's kinda hard bein' MOS 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 people? Show me 'nough respect when I breeze, through Riders beep they horn 'Cause I keep the party jumpin' like yo' momma 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, sleeves up, for a second now bounce This is the one that make the party wile' out Nigga, I 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, unh, 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 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 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 degrees Ludacris, Mos Def and your best emcees You'll get burnt just for thinkin' you can step to me And that's the end of my little ghetto recipe
My destinies 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 strip 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 shit, fire
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)
Nobody 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
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