The Jump Off (remix) Lyrics - Lil' Kim

(Intro: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks) 

Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah) 

Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!) 

Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga) 

It's the jump off (Come on) 

(Verse 1: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks) 

I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off) 

Goons in the club incase somethin jumps off 

And back up before the hive let the pump off 

In the graveyard is where you gets jumped off 

All we wanna do is party (Woo!) 

And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!) 

Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari 

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 (For her people) 

I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!) 

Or out come the beast 

We the best still there's room for 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 

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(Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks) 

This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz 

Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!) 

Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real 

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) 

(Verse 2: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks) 

It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on) 

Special delivery for you and yours (Now) 

I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha) 

If you rep for your hood then make some noise 

I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat 

Don't you know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat? 

Uh! Let me show you what I'm all about 

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 (Oooh!) 

Gimme some UH! step on the gas (Ah) 

Pop the cork and roll up the hatch (Roll it!) 

You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash 

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(Chorus) 

(Verse 3: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks) 

Enter the world of the playboy pin up girl 

butt naked dressed in nothin but pearls 

You wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky 

And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy 

Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti 

Believe me sweety 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 (Body body) 

I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover 

When I'm steppin out the ring yo it's over 

Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear 

We 'gone do this just like Big Pop was here 

(Chorus) 

(Outro: Mr. Cheeks) 

Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep it real, yeah, and worldwide 

And stay fly, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB 

Two thousand and, three, why not? we makin it hot come thru, hold ya spot 

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...