The Jump Off Songtext
von Lil’ Kim

Whoa (whoa)
Whoa (yeah)
Ayy-yo, Timb man (what?)
It′s, "The Jump Off" right here man (jump off!)

Damn (yeah)
Whoa (whoa!)
Whoa (whoa!)
Whoa (it's Queen Bee nigga) it′s, "The Jump Off"
(C'mon)

I've been gone for a minute, now I′m back with "The Jump Off" (jump off)
Goons in the club in case somethin′ jumps off
And back up 'fore the hive let the pumps off
In the graveyard is where you get stomped off

All we wanna do is party (whoo, yeah)
And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi, uh-huh (whoo)
Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari (ah)
I′m tryin' to leave in somebody′s Ferrari


Spread love, that's what the 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 (a-yo)
Or out, come the beast

We the best, still there's room for improvement (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 (aha)
With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz (whoa-oh)
Escalades, 23-inch rims (oh)
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Timbs

(A-yo) keep your bread up and live good (live good)
East coast, West coast, to 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 Timberland, nigga shit ya drawers (c′mon)
Special delivery (it's for you and yours) for you and yours (man)
I rep the bitches, he rep the boys (a-ha)
If you rep for your hood, then make some noise


I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat (yeah)
Don't need no Queen Bee, got the ill deep throat, uh
Let me show you what I′m all about (c′mon)
How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth, ho (whoo)

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 (ayy, ayy) cop the same thing twice

Rub on my tits (huh?) Squeeze on my ass (ooh)
Gimme some- (huh) step on the gas (ah)
Pop the cork and roll up the hash (roll it!)
You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash (c′mon)

This is for my peeps (ah-ha, to my peeps)
With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz (whoa-oh)
Escalades, 23-inch rims (ah, hey)
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Timbs (they big?)

Keep your bread up and live good (ah-ha)
East coast, West coast, worldwide (wide)
All my playas in the hood stay fly (stay fly, ladies)
And if you′re ballin' let me hear you say, "Right" (right)

Enter the world of the Playboy pin-up girl
Butt naked, dressed in nothin′ but pearls
You wanna meet me 'cause you, know I'm freaky and ya
Wanna eat me (ah) ′cause ya, say I′m sexy

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 (whoo)

Mafioso, that′s how this thing go (yeah)
Now everybody come get with the lingo (yeah)
Shake your body-body, move your body-body (body-body)
On the dance floor, don't hurt nobody-body (body-body, ayy)

I′m the one who put the range in the Rover
When I'm steppin′ out the Range, yo, it's over
Comin' through in the Brooklyn Mint gear (c′mon)
We ′gon' do this (a-yo) just like Big Pap′ was here (c'mon)

This is for my peeps (ah-ha, peeps)
With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz (whoa-oh)
Escalades, 23-inch rims (ayy)
Jumpin′ out the Jaguar with the Timbs

And keep ya bread up (whoa) and live good (live good)
East coast, West coast, worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly (stay fly, baby)
And if you're ballin′ let me hear you say, "Right" (right)

Yeah, to the what? Um
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 fuckin' three
Why not? We makin' it hot
Come through, blow the spot (spot)

C′mon, yeah, ay-o
She back at it, why wouldn′t she be? (C'mon, yeah)
B.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah, yeah, yeah
L′s, light 'em, oh