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    LIL' KIM

    La Bella Mafia 2003 ©

    The Jump Off

    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 nigga)
    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 Bvlgari
    I'm trying 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 bitch 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 Bentley's, the Hummers, the Benz
    Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)
    Jumping out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real
    And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
    All my players in the hood stay fly
    And if your balling let me hear you say ride (ride)


    It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on)
    Special delivery for you and yours (Now)
    I rep for bitches 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 Woolrich 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 player 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 (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oh!)
    Gimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah)
    Pop the cork and roll up the hash (Roll it!)
    You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash




    Enter the world of the Playboy pin up girl
    Buttnaked dressed in nothing 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 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 (And) all different flavors (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 dancefloor don't hurt nobody 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
    Coming through in the Brooklyn Mint gear
    We 'gone do this just like Big Poppa was here




    Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwide
    And stay fly nigga, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB
    Two thousand and, fucking three, why not? we making 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...

    2003 ©




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