The Jump Off [Tomekk Remix] (feat. Mr. Cheeks)

DJ ToMac
I've been gone for a minute, now I'm back with the jump off
Goons in the club in case somethin' jumps off
You back up for the hive, let the pump off
In the graveyard is where you get dumped off

All we wanna do is party
And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi
Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari
I'm tryna leave in somebody's Ferrari
Spread love, that's what a real mob do
Keep it gangsta, look out for they people
The wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace

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
When I'm sittin' on chrome seven times a day

This is for my peeps
With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades, 23-inch rims
Jumpin' out the Jaguars with the tints
Keep your bread up and live good
East Coast, West Coast, worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if you ballin', let me hear you say "Right" (Right)

It's Lil' Kim and Tony, nigga, shit ya drawers
Special delivery to you and yours
I rep the bitches, he rep the boys
If you rep your hood, then make some noise
I got my eye on a guy in a Woolrich coat
Don't he know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?

Let me show you what I'm all about
How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth

Shake up the dice, throw down your ice
Bet it all, playa, fuck the price
Money ain't a thing, throw it out like rice
Been around the world, copped the same thing twice
Rub on my tits, squeeze on my ass
Give me some uhh, step on the gas
Pop the cork and roll up the hash
You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash

This is for my peeps
With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades, 23-inch rims
Jumpin' out the Jaguars with the tints
Keep your bread up and live good
East Coast, West Coast, worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if you 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 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
But believe me, sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy

No need to be greedy, I got mad friends that's pretty
Chicks by the layers, all different flavors
Mafioso, that's how this thing go
Now everybody come get with the lingo
Shake your body, body, move your body, body
On the dance floor, don't hurt nobody, body
I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover

When I'm steppin' out the Range, it's over

Comin' through with a Brooklyn mint gear
We gon' do this just like Big Poppa was here

This is for my peeps
With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades, 23-inch rims
Jumpin' out the Jaguars with the tints
Keep your bread up and live good
East Coast, West Coast, worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if you ballin', let me hear you say "Right" (Right)

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 B, LB
Two-thousand fuckin' three
Why not and make 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