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The Jump Off (Nappy Dogout remix)
Lil’ Kim
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Whoa! Whoa! (Yeah!)
Ayo Tim, man, this the jump off right here, man
(What? This the jump off)
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! (It's Queen Bee, nigga)
This the jump off
I been gone for a minute, now I'm back with the jump off
Goons in the club in case something jumps off
Yo, back up for the hive, let the pumps off
In the graveyard is where you get dumped off
All we wanna do is party and buy everybody at the bar Bacardi
Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari
I'm tryna leave in somebody's Ferrari
Spread love, that's what a real ma do
Keep it gangsta, look out for ya people
I'm the wicked bitch of the East, you better keep the peace
Or out come the beast
We the best, still there's room for improvin'
Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement
Seven quarter to eights, back to back
When I'm sittin' on chrome seven times platinum
This is for my peeps with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades, 23-inch rims
Jumpin' out the Jaguars with the Timbs
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, nigga, shit your drawers
Special delivery to you and yours
I rep the bitches, he rep the boys
If you rep your hood then make some noise
I got my eye on a guy in a Woolrich coat
Don't he know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?
Let me show you what I'm all about
How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth (Whoa)
Shake up the dice, throw down your ice
Bet it all, playa, fuck the price
Money ain't a thing, throw it out like rice
Been around the world, cop the same thing twice
Rub on my tits, squeeze on my ass
Give me some hood, step on the gas
Pop the cork and roll up the hash
You know what we about: sex, drugs, and cash
This is for my peeps with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades, 23-inch rims
Jumpin' out the Jaguars with the Timbs
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
Butt naked, dressed in nothin' but pearls
You wanna meet me 'cause ya know I'm freaky
And ya wanna eat me 'cause ya say I'm sexy
Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti
Believe me, sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy, I got mad friends that's pretty
Chicks by the layers, all different flavors
Mafioso, that's how this thing go
Now everybody come get with the lingo
Shake your body, body, move your body, body
On the dance floor, don't hurt nobody, 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 a Brooklyn mink gear
We gon' do this just like Big Poppa did, c'mon
This is for my peeps with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades, 23-inch rims
Jumpin' out the Jaguars with the Timbs
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)
This is for my peeps with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades, 23-inch rims
Jumpin' out the Jaguars with the Timbs
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)
Queen Bee, LB, 2000 and fuckin' 3
Why not? We make it hot
Come through, blow the spot
C'mon, yeah, ayo, she back at it
Why wouldn't she be? C'mon
Yeah, B.I.G, Biggie Smalls, yeah, yeah, yeah, L's