The Jump Off (Remix) Lyrics

Song Text:


(feat. Mobb Deep, Mr. Cheeks)[Intro: Lil'
Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa!(Yo', it's goin' down
now)Aiyyo Tim man this the G-Mix right here man! (Jump off!)Whoa!
(Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Queen Bee, Mobb Deep)[Verse 1: Lil'
Kim]I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the remixLil' Kim, Mr.
Cheeks, M-O-B mixPump the Jag, come through in the V6By the end of the
night, I'm in the G5thAll we wanna do is danceThe way I eat tracks, call
me Ms. Pac-ManAnd if the fans don't fit in the minivanMurk out in
somebody's SedanYou thought the Sprite can was off the meterImagine what
I'd do with a two litreYou see my nipples gettin' hard through the wife
beaterFuck the tele, we can do this in the two-seaterGot every color
diamond in the crossI ain't scared to crossover, ya'll niggas is softMy
man follow me everywhere of courseTo hear my theme music, muthafuckin' "The
Jump Off"[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks]This is for my
peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the BenzEscalades twenty three inch
rimsJumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up(It's the
Jump Off)And live good, East coast West coast worldwideAll my playas in
the hood stay flyAnd if your ballin let me hear you say right
(Right)(It's the Jump Off)[Verse 2: Mr. Cheeks]Ayo, I do
it no other way but the live wayHoppin' in my truck, brand new Porsche in
drivewayHow I'm livin', ball out 'til I fall outBrawl out, bitch niggas
we call outI run with a mean pack, sticky green jackMobb Deep and 'em,
we fam, got the Queen backPeep the situation, the jump is jumpin' offI'm
on the low in the cut touchin' somethin' softAin't nothin' like it, sex,
weed and cashI love gettin' smashed, I love hittin' assFloss back,
smells good and toes outBought the bottles of Hen rock, and Moes
outEvery spot we go in, it blows outQueen Bee got hot shit, yeah no
doubtListen, we keep it poppin' in hereAin't no stoppin' in
here[Chorus][Verse 3: Havoc]It's the Jump Off
remix with Mobb up on itSince Quiet Storms niggas had them blocks, had them
cornersThem glocks, them revolvers, them problem solversNiggas fallin'
in love with these hoes and fallin'Yo', this is Havoc talkin' to a
professional niggaTalkin' 'bout guns, though he just ain't credibleCome
to sets with Lex and the dukeAnd here's the catch, if you never had that
itchYou won't squeeze for the scratchYou know how many in the hood
bleedin' for thatWhile you talkin' out your ass and are weak with the
techLil' Kim is still that bitchBurn everything I love, let a nigga
stunt on me and the grubWe hide up in back of the club, you know we got a
mintSomethin' to make a shotie look like a SnubShorty if you ain't
jumpin' it off, the fuck outThe last ain't you ain't leave, buggin' the fuck
out[Chorus][Verse 4: Prodigy]My whole life is
one party with millions of jump offsAnd Bunsy called before a nigga jump
offNiggas wife be the next man jumped onShe pissed at you, the man has
some faultAll she wanna do is feel looseAnd free to be herself, we fuck
like animalsThere's a celebrity orgy at the cribCall Kim and the
mo'fuckin' Beehive crewThey got the whole bar and me armiedToo much
pussy, nigga be drunk of punnaniA Brooklyn-Queens thing, when we get it
poppin'Gun fire couldn't stop us from rockin'Certain niggas can't live
they lifeThey can't party with us, 'cause they scared of they own kindWe
in the jump off everytimeLike eight or nine deep with them things and the
whole nine[Chorus][Outro: Mr. Cheeks]It's
jumpin' off like that nowQueen Bee, she back nowYo yo, Mobb Deep, Mr.
CheeksAyo it's goin' down like this manThe party's jumpin' offThe
G-Mix, the G-Mix