[Intro: Lil Kim] (Mr. Cheeks) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yo, its 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 Im back at the remix Lil Kim, Mr. Cheeks, M-O-B mix Pump the Jag, come through in the V6 By the end of the night, Im in the G5th All we wanna do is dance The way I eat tracks, call me Ms. Pac-Man And if the fans dont fit in the minivan Murk out in somebodys Sedan You thought the Sprite can was off the meter Imagine what Id do with a two litre You see my nipples gettin hard through the wife beater Fuck the tele, we can do this in the two-seater Got every color diamond in the cross I aint scared to crossover, yall niggas is soft My man follow me everywhere of course To hear my theme music, muthafuckin "The Jump Off" [Chorus: Lil Kim & Mr. Cheeks] This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz Escalades twenty three inch rims Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up (Its the Jump Off) And live good, East coast West coast worldwide All my playas in the hood stay fly And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right) (Its the Jump Off) [Verse 2: Mr. Cheeks] Ayo, I do it no other way but the live way Hoppin in my truck, brand new Porsche in driveway How Im livin, ball out til I fall out Brawl out, bitch niggas we call out I run with a mean pack, sticky green jack Mobb Deep and em, we fam, got the Queen back Peep the situation, the jump is jumpin off Im on the low in the cut touchin somethin soft Aint nothin like it, sex, weed and cash I love gettin smashed, I love hittin ass Floss back, smells good and toes out Bought the bottles of Hen rock, and Moes out Every spot we go in, it blows out Queen Bee got hot shit, yeah no doubt Listen, we keep it poppin in here Aint no stoppin in here [Chorus] [Verse 3: Havoc] Its the Jump Off remix with Mobb up on it Since Quiet Storms niggas had them blocks, had them corners Them glocks, them revolvers, them problem solvers Niggas fallin in love with these hoes and fallin Yo, this is Havoc talkin to a professional nigga Talkin bout guns, though he just aint credible Come to sets with Lex and the duke And heres the catch, if you never had that itch You wont squeeze for the scratch You know how many in the hood bleedin for that While you talkin out your ass and are weak with the tech Lil Kim is still that bitch Burn everything I love, let a nigga stunt on me and the grub We hide up in back of the club, you know we got a mint Somethin to make a shotie look like a Snub Shorty if you aint jumpin it off, the fuck out The last aint you aint leave, buggin the fuck out [Chorus] [Verse 4: Prodigy] My whole life is one party with millions of jump offs And Bunsy called before a nigga jump off Niggas wife be the next man jumped on She pissed at you, the man has some fault All she wanna do is feel loose And free to be herself, we fuck like animals Theres a celebrity orgy at the crib Call Kim and the mofuckin Beehive crew They got the whole bar and me armied Too much pussy, nigga be drunk of punnani A Brooklyn-Queens thing, when we get it poppin Gun fire couldnt stop us from rockin Certain niggas cant live they life They cant party with us, cause they scared of they own kind We in the jump off everytime Like eight or nine deep with them things and the whole nine [Chorus] [Outro: Mr. Cheeks] Its jumpin off like that now Queen Bee, she back now Yo yo, Mobb Deep, Mr. Cheeks Ayo its goin down like this man The partys jumpin off The G-Mix, the G-Mix
Artist: Lil Kim Mobb Deep & Mr. Cheeks
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