LL Cool J - Jump On It Lyrics
(Intro)No cutPure rawWe sold outYou bought more(Verse 1)It was meant to beHip hop died, reincarnated through meNow the promoters gotta double my fee'Cause these pop melodies ain't *****ing with meGet back on your tour bus roll some rocklyHell your crew twisted in the -ahhh- not meHell through (time) and the game in my speed'Cause water down hip hop we do not needYes sir, I got the real recipeA little bit of old E and bon bon ZI guess by now you can tell you miss meThe baddest mother*****er in rap historyOne to the temple put you out your miseryThat's not an album, that's a frisbeeTangle with LL boy that's riskyThem boys is backwash, we want whiskey(Hook)(Jump on it! jump on it! )When the chips is down you gotta fight for the crown(Jump on it! jump on it! )Tell them boys over there get down or lay down(Jump on it! jump on it! )I got the house of pain for your little pop clown(Jump on it! jump on it! )Don't get it criss cross we're taking over the town(Verse 2)Roll up on your set pull out the 4 poundWho's pitching out here blast them off the mapThe game got us bored, no rebounceClaims he's hardcore how he soundMy radio's a bunch of noise in the backgroundFor a factory manufacturing pop clownsThat's what happens when LL ain't aroundThe pop stars flooding and the hip hop drownsDJ suffer while sarada goes roundYou screaming? got the real creamingWelcome to hip hop, we're out here fiendingWatch a program directed in the bin andWent from cruss group to a boy band screamingWhen it come under the car I ain't leaningI wish I could bump the brim creamingI tell you what, play my stupid -- call it even(Hook)(Jump on it! jump on it! )When the chips is down you gotta fight for the crown(Jump on it! jump on it! )Tell them boys over there get down or lay down(Jump on it! jump on it! )I got the house of pain for your little pop clown(Jump on it! jump on it! )Don't get it criss cross we're taking over the town(Verse 3)What y'all want, no cut!What y'all need, pure rawWhat we do, we sold outAll because... you bought more!No affects on my voice, that's my choiceHard raw beat make a soft voice moistGet the dinero bring the heat like Jon VoightTimbaland music, rolls royceHit you in the head like a fat jointBack to the S's big meat in DetroitL so perceptive shrud in the droitBad mother*****er, now you get the point?(Hook)(Jump on it! jump on it! )When the chips is down you gotta fight for the crown(Jump on it! jump on it! )Tell them boys over there get down or lay down(Jump on it! jump on it! )I got the house of pain for your little pop clown(Jump on it! jump on it! )Don't get it criss cross we're taking over the town(Jump on it! jump on it! )(Jump on it! jump on it! )(Jump on it! jump on it! )(Jump on it! jump on it! )
