Jump Around [pete Rock Remix] Lyrics - House Of Pain - House Of Pain

Get up, pack it in, let me begin 

I came to win, battle me that's a sin 

I won't tear the sack up, punk you'd better back up 

Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up 

Get up, stand up, come on, throw your hands up 

If you've got the feelin' jump across the ceilin' 

Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talkin' junk 

Yo, I'll bust 'em in the eye and then I'll take the punks home 

Feel it, funk it, amps it are junkin' 

And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunkin' 

Donuts shop, sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill 

Plus my mom and my pops 

I came to get down, I came to get down 

So get out your seats and jump around 

Jump around, jump up and get down 

Jump around, jump around 

Jump up and get down 

Jump up, jump up and get down 

Jump, jump, jump 

Jump, jump, jump 

Jump, jump, jump 

Jump, jump, jump 

Jump, jump, jump 

Jump, jump 

I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe 

If your girl steps up, I'm smackin' the hoe 

Word to your moms I came to drop bombs 

I got more rhymes than the Bible's got Psalms 

And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned 

Anyone steppin' to me you'll get burned 

'Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none 

So if you come to battle bring a shotgun 

But if you do you're a fool, 'cause I duel to the death 

Try and step to me you'll take your last breath 

I gots the skill, come get your fill 

'Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill 

I came to get down, I came to get down 

So get out your seats and jump around 

Jump around, jump up and get down 

Jump around, jump around 

Jump up and get down 

Jump up, jump up and get down 

Jump, jump 

Listen to the sound that pounds, I jump around 

I'm no clown, I get down 

To the funk, listen to the wig out 

And step to the rear, dear, 'cause I'm here 

The P to the E to the T E rockin' 

The runs in your stockin' 

So hon, put the lock in 

Chillin' with the House Of Pain 

Blood stains the ground, huh, I jump around 

I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top 

I never eat a pig 'cause a pig is a cop 

Or better yet a Terminator, like Arnold Schwarzenegger 

Try'n to play me out like as if my name was Sega 

But I ain't going out like no punk bitch 

Get used to one style and you know I might switch 

It up up and around, then buck, buck you down 

Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead 

I'm comin' to get ya, comin' to get ya 

Spittin' out lyrics homie I'll wet ya 

I came to get down, I came to get down 

So get out your seats and jump around 

Jump around, jump up and get down 

Jump around, jump around 

Jump up and get down 

Jump up, jump up and get down 

Jump, jump, jump 

Jump, jump, jump 

Jump, jump, jump 

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