George Clinton – J.U.M.P. lyrics

[George Clinton] This is the story.. of pro-zen-xanthrapus Pro-zen-ganthrapus.. Funky monkey.. nasty monkey.. gangster monkey.. [Redman] Yo yo, yo, yo.. watch out!! I run New Jerz Got blood on my wifebeater undershirt (look) Hand to hand you bout half a gram I'm a truckload, backin in, under dirt! Lock on target, your wallet Your chains I left stains up, gorilla paw prints Sharp in garments, run out yo' apartment Vampire, wear yo' garlic I beef on the streets (gun jammin) why'all beef let's meat/meet like Subway sandwiches You have no idea Crackheads furnish your homes like IKEA, over here Bricks, be -are, I, see-K Where hoes put twelve into size seven CK's Who's the one? D-O-see Carryin clips for the agents in +The Matrix+ At the Mobil Awards on the podium Cause in high school I hung with custodians Batter-ram your door in Fuck hot, I'm warpin, Doc torturin your Walkman [Chorus: Redman] Jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up Jump, get up, jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up Jump, get up, jump, get up [Redman] Yo.. I put a dollar in my zipper It's pulled out from a mouth of a stripper Back that thang up, same slut Used to hang up, now she brain up I'm like yo (yo) swallow it! Dick new shit spit throat lozenges When I'm off the hit [click-click] Hire security to start joggin with, where your office is I piss on it! Stamp Bricks on it Take your street work, let your bitch pump it I'm your next door tenant, that'll strip you down 'til your barefooted like Eric Bennett Half my brain is still experimentin Doc already gone before the X kick in Yeah, I want my cut like G-Money Stickin the Easter Bunny for sneaker money Now how many muh'fuckers out there is high make some noise (ahhhhhhhhhhh!) I just tried (ahhh) see last night, had two bitches Me last night, so I told them to.. [Chorus: Redman] Jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my peoples in the house, jump, get up Stalk, get up, jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my peoples in the house, jump, get up Stalk, get up, jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my peoples in the house, jump, get up Stalk, get up, jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my peoples in the house, jump, get up Stalk, get up, jump, get up [George Clinton] The gorilla in the motherfuckin mix They call him Lethal Lip The linguistic full metal jacket of vernacular ballistic Shootin off at the mouth without chap or a blister He got hairs on his funk and didn't flunk diaper rash Gorilla goin postal.. verbally toxic Metal pierced forked and hollow point tongue dumb-dums piled shot from gamblin gorilla gums Hooked on phonics, packin a viscious vocabulary Malicious with malice and mayhem Fuck a gorilla dictionary, Magilla Gorilla talkin to ya Yo-hoooooooo! Sup Brick City? T.C., what it be like? Yeahhh motherfucker! You got thirty-five seconds to get yo' ass to the flo' Explain Request ×

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