want to Throw your hands up to the roof Jump, jump, jump (don?t it make you want to) Jump, jump, jump (don?t it make you want to) Jump, jump, jump (
on Miss Jones (Why you bringin up old shit? You need to leave that alone) So I'm sayin, is it true what she said? Did you jump right out from between
dem call True dem play sweet music fi one and all Di people dem a beg di super DJ fi more Because dem love di way wi play di hardcore Dem a jump and
the stove for some goose 80 proof. Plus I got some shrimp on the stove, all truth. I could tell you that Ia??m playing, if I do: it aina??t true. Ia
. Racing to the stove for some goose 80 proof. Plus I got some shrimp on the stove, all truth. I could tell you that I'm playing, if I do: it ain't true
for house parties stayed simple and plain Little wine, little music, little Mary Jane Gotta keep the lights dim, so when the people walk in The vibe stays
America (yeah) And look, and I just found me some Erika (hi!) Back it up, put it all in this area (ooh) You send the vibe like a messager carrier And
' wit' ch'all, this is for you Love is, love 9-8, firm shit {Black is the color of my true love's Hair, my true love's hair of my true love's hair}
in the booth to rhyme, I don't scratch vinyl, I scratch up the mic with my canines. Verse 3 a?? Trials and Sesta Mr Trials, young ladies jump in the
ride, we ride, we ride [Bizzy] You know, see me and the homie Tellin you jump on up in the ride A bottle of wine, you lettin my prophesize And I'm, feelin your vibe
nuh lef A police come a turn it off di vibes dem waan fi wreck And dis is Buju Banton mi say no respeck Well listen Beres Hammond who's a true interlek
Let the dream come true Not a broken heart Now we gonna start it's for me and you Let the dream come true Let the dream come true Let the dream come true
and keep me the E from knowin' What happens out there is not my concern You wanna die, it's not my turn Just like music To do somethin' to me like jump
', Bronx, Queens, Brooklyn Staten, Manhattan, wherever there's a hood in I dig my foot in, men of honor like I'm Cuba Gooding You was bookin' when they jumped
in her blouse She said he the mad stash at the house Couldn't pass up a jooks like this anyday Anyway on our way there, I'm feelin bad vibes Yo kid
you on Miss Jones Why you bringin' up old shit? You need to leave that alone So I'm sayin' is it true what she said? Did you jump right out from between
Yeah, yeah, yeah Somebody once told me Don't blame the yuppie that you'd rather know But I know you don't live true Jump on, get on sing in tune Everything
come and do your thing, (Yeah, yeah, yeah!) Jump up, spin 'round, whistle out loud, Everyone its time to do your thing. You know it's true, oooh, Do
