The Jump Off Lyrics - Lil Kim ft Mr. Cheeks (full lyrics)

Whoa (whoa, whoa)
Whoa, oh (yeah)
Ayo, Tim, man, this the jump off right here, man (what? The jump off)
Damn (yeah)
Whoa (whoa)
What?
Whoa (whoa)
Whoa (it's Queen Bee, nigga)
It's the jump off (come on)
I been gone for a minute, n...ow I'm back with the jump off (jump off)
Goons in the club in case somethin' jumps off
And back up before the hive let the pumps 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 tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari
Spread love, that's what a real mob do
Keep it gangsta, look out for her people
I'm the wicked bitch of the East, you better keep the peace (ayo)
Or out come the beast
We the best, still there's room for improvement ('provement)
Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement
Seven quarter to eights, back to back with 'em (back to back with it)
Sittin' on chrome seven times platinum
This is for my peeps (uh-huh)
With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz (oh, oh)
Escalades, 23-inch rims (oh)
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Timbs (ayo)
Keep your bread up and live good (live good)
East Coast, West Coast, worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly (stay fly)
And if you're ballin', let me hear you say right, right
It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland (yeah), niggas shit ya drawers (come on)
Special delivery for you and yours (it's for you and your, man)
I rep the bitches, he rep the boys (uh-huh)
If you rep your hood, then make some noise (just make some noise)
I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat (yeah, yeah)
Don't he know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat? Uh
Let me show you what I'm all about (come on)
How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth, ho
Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (what?)
Bet it all, playa, 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 (ooh)
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
This is for my peeps (uh-huh, to my peeps)
With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz (oh, oh)
Escalades, 23-inch rims (oh)
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Timbs
Keep your bread up and live good (good)
East Coast, West Coast, worldwide ('wide)
All my playas in the hood stay fly (stay fly, baby)
And if you're ballin', let me hear you say right, right
Enter the world of the Playboy pin-up girl (girl)
Buttnaked, dressed in nothin' but pearls
You wanna meet me 'cause ya know I'm freaky (ooh)
And ya wanna eat me 'cause ya say I'm sexy (oh)
Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti
Believe me, sweetie, 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
I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover
When I'm steppin' out the Range, yo, it's over
Comin' through in the Brooklyn Mint gear (come on)
We gon' do this just like Big Poppa was here (ayo, come on)
This is for my peeps (uh-huh, peeps)
With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz (oh, oh)
Escalades, 23-inch rims
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Timbs
Keep your bread up and live good (live good)
East Coast, West Coast, worldwide ('wide)
All my playas in the hood stay fly (stay fly, baby)
And if you're ballin', let me hear you say right, right (say right, baby, say, yeah)
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, fuckin' three, why not? We makin' it hot
Come through, blow the spot
Come on, yeah, ayo
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 +