lil kim feat mr cheeks - jump off lyrics
whoa, whoa
(whoa, yeah)
aiyyo tim man, this the jump off right here man
(jump off)
whoa, whoa, whoa
(whoa, whoa, it’s queen bee n-gg-)
it’s the jump off
(come on)
i been gone for a minute now i’m back at the jump off
(jump off)
goons in the club in case somethin’ jumps off
and back up before the hive let the pump off
in the graveyard is where you get dumped off
all we wanna do is party
(woo)
and buy everybody at the bar bacardi
(woo)
black barbie dressed in bulgari
i’m tryin’ to leave in somebody’s ferrari
spread love that’s what a real mob do
keep it gangsta look out for her people
(for her people)
i’m the wicked b-tch of the east, you better keep the peace
(aiyyo)
or out come the beast
we the best still there’s room for improvement
our presence is felt like a black panther movement
seven quarter to eights back to back with ’em
(back to back)
and i’m sittin’ on chrome seven times platinum
this is for my peeps, with the bentleys, the hummers, the benz
escalades twenty three inch rims
(oh)
jumpin’ out the jaguar with the tims, keep your bread up
and live good, east coast, west coast worldwide
all my playas in the hood stay fly
and if you’re ballin’ let me hear you say right
(right)
it’s lil’ kim and timbaland n-gg-s sh-t ya drawers
(come on)
special delivery for you and yours
(now)
i rep for b-tches he rep for boys
(uh ha)
if you rep for your hood then make some noise
i got my eye on the guy in the wool rich coat
don’t he know queen bee got the ill deep throat?
uh, let me show you what i’m all about
how i make a sprite can disappear in my mouth, ho
shake up the dice, throw down your ice
(what?)
bet it all playa f-ck the price
money ain’t a thing throw it out like rice
been around the world cop the same thing twice
rub on my t-ts, squeeze on my -ss
(huh, ooh)
gimme some, uh, step on the gas
(ah)
pop the cork and roll up the hash
(roll it)
you know what we about, s-x, drugs and cash
this is for my peeps, with the bentleys, the hummers, the benz
escalades twenty three inch rims
(oh)
jumpin’ out the jaguar with the tims, keep your bread up
and live good, east coast, west coast worldwide
all my playas in the hood stay fly
and if you’re ballin’ let me hear you say right
(right)
enter the world of the playboy pin up, girl
b-ttnaked dressed in nothin’ but pearls
you wanna meet me ‘cuz ya, know i’m freaky
and ya, wanna eat me ‘cuz ya, say i’m s-xy
got a man in j-pan and a dude in tahiti
believe me sweety i got enough to feed the needy
no need to be greedy i got mad friends that’s pretty
(hey)
chicks by the layers, all different flavors
(and, woo)
mafioso that’s how this thing go
(yeah)
now everybody come get with the lingo
shake your body body, move your body, body
(body, body)
on the dance floor don’t hurt n-body body
(body, body)
i’m the one that put the range in the rover
when i’m steppin’ out the range, yo, it’s over
comin’ through in the brooklyn mint gear
we ‘gone do this just like big poppa was here
this is for my peeps, with the bentleys, the hummers, the benz
escalades twenty three inch rims
(oh)
jumpin’ out the jaguar with the tims, keep your bread up
and live good, east coast, west coast worldwide
all my playas in the hood stay fly
and if you’re ballin’ let me hear you say right
(right)
yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up
yeah, and worldwide
and stay fly n-gg-, yeah man, right, right, right, right
queen bee, lb
two thousand and, f-ckin’ three, why not? we makin’ it hot
she back at it, why wouldn’t she be? come on, yeah
b.i.g. freaky tah, yeah, yeah, yeah, l’s, light ’em, oh
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