Mr. Cheeks - The Jump Off (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yo', it's goin' down now) Aiyyo Tim man this the G-Mix right here man! (Jump off!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Queen Bee, Mobb Deep) [Verse 1: Lil' Kim] I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the remix Lil' Kim, Mr. Cheeks, M-O-B mix Pump the Jag, come through in the V6 By the end of the night, I'm in the G5th All we wanna do is dance The way I eat tracks, call me Ms. Pac-Man And if the fans don't fit in the minivan Murk out in somebody's Sedan You thought the Sprite can was off the meter Imagine what I'd do with a two litre You see my nipples gettin' hard through the wife beater f** the tele, we can do this in the two-seater Got every color diamond in the cross I ain't scared to crossover, ya'll n***as is soft My man follow me everywhere of course To hear my theme music, muthaf**in' "The Jump Off" [Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks] This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz Escalades twenty three inch rims Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up (It's the Jump Off) 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) (It's the Jump Off) [Verse 2: Mr. Cheeks] Ayo, I do it no other way but the live way Hoppin' in my truck, brand new Porsche in driveway How I'm livin', ball out 'til I fall out Brawl out, b**h n***as we call out I run with a mean pack, sticky green jack Mobb Deep and 'em, we fam, got the Queen back Peep the situation, the jump is jumpin' off I'm on the low in the cut touchin' somethin' soft Ain't nothin' like it, s**, weed and cash I love gettin' smashed, I love hittin' a** Floss back, smells good and toes out Bought the bottles of Hen rock, and Moes out Every spot we go in, it blows out Queen Bee got hot sh**, yeah no doubt Listen, we keep it poppin' in here Ain't no stoppin' in here [Chorus] [Verse 3: Havoc] It's the Jump Off remix with Mobb up on it Since Quiet Storms n***as had them blocks, had them corners Them Glocks, them revolvers, them problem solvers n***as fallin' in love with these hoes and fallin' Yo', this is Havoc talkin' to a professional n***a Talkin' 'bout guns, though he just ain't credible Come to sets with Lex and the duke And here's the catch, if you never had that itch You won't squeeze for the scratch You know how many in the hood bleedin' for that While you talkin' out your a** and are weak with the tech Lil' Kim is still that b**h Burn everything I love, let a n***a stunt on me and the grub We hide up in back of the club, you know we got a mint Somethin' to make a shotie look like a Snub Shorty if you ain't jumpin' it off, the f** out The last ain't you ain't leave, buggin' the f** out [Chorus] [Verse 4: Prodigy] My whole life is one party with millions of jump offs And Bunsy called before a n***a jump off n***as wife be the next man jumped on She pissed at you, the man has some fault All she wanna do is feel loose And free to be herself, we f** like animals There's a celebrity orgy at the crib Call Kim and the mo'f**in' Beehive crew They got the whole bar and me armied Too much p**y, n***a be drunk of punnani A Brooklyn-Queens thing, when we get it poppin' Gun fire couldn't stop us from rockin' Certain n***as can't live they life They can't party with us, 'cause they scared of they own kind We in the jump off everytime Like eight or nine deep with them things and the whole nine [Chorus] [Outro: Mr. Cheeks] It's jumpin' off like that now Queen Bee, she back now Yo yo, Mobb Deep, Mr. Cheeks Ayo it's goin' down like this man The party's jumpin' off The G-Mix, the G-Mix