Pump It Up

Pump p-p pump pump p-p-p pump Pump p-p pump pump it up Pump p-p pump pump p-pump p-pump Pump p-p pump pump it up Pump p-p pump pump it up We gon' do it like (uuh, uuh, uuh) Look, pump it up if you came to get it crunk With a dame and shit that's drunk You came to get it on More than five O's in your bank then get it on Roll up like that stank and get it on Slank that fitted on, came to get it on Hold up, she wanna work that, twerk that Then again let me hurt that, murk that 'Til you got a hurt back Can't spit it out, boo, you gotta slurp that Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that Joey, I'm responsible for bringin' Jers' back And we bad, huh She at the bar stylin', she throwin' it up She drink a little hypno, throwin' it up But I'm only dealin' with freaks that wanna cut Ma, if you agree I wanna nut Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut Fellas – do your thing, let me do my thang I mean, do your thing, let me do my thang Shorties – move that thing, mami move that thing C'mon, move that thing, mami move that thing Hustlers – do your thing, let me do my thang Please tell the DJ, pump-p-p-pump pump it up! I see some haters grillin' I see some ladies chillin' I see that girlie I been plottin' to get We can hop in the whip And we can pump p p pump pump it up Okay, we was leavin', we was done Then she said, "Can my peoples come?" Here we go, I see it don't stop They wanna ride in somethin' where the rims don't stop Look, baby, you fine, but your girlfriend's not And then she wanna hold out gettin' cute on the phone I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on your own My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much My jump off never ask why I go out so much My jump off never has me goin' out of my way And she don't want nothin' on Valentine's Day My jump off don't argue or get rebellious And she don't mind hangin' out with the fellas My jump off's not insecure or jealous Fellas – do your thing, let me do my thang I mean, do your thing, let me do my thang Shorties – move that thing, mami move that thing C'mon, move that thing, mami move that thing Hustlers – do your thing, let me do my thang Please tell the DJ, pump p p pump pump it up! Y'all dudes keep talkin' 'bout your ice and all the shine to it That's a white gold cross with a real fine cubic Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid Tellin' me she don't give brain like I'm stupid You can do anything if you put your mind to it Get it? No? Think about it The game is bad, playa – ain't it bad, playa? Don't worry, Joey'll change it back, playa Mighta heard me spittin' with Cain and Fab, playa I got the set boards to bring it back, playa Bang and clap, playa Frontman no longer playin' the back, playa Plain as that, playa Eight O Eight's pumpin', bang the track, playa Want my second wind? Change the rap, playa Jump off one-man-gang, I'm back, playa Look, what you want, bump double click pump Ride, ride, swamp, dump off homie, jump off All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off When all the streets need is J-J-J Jump off J-J-Jump J-J-J-J-J-Jump off, uuh, uuh, uuh Fellas – do your thing, let me do my thang I mean, do your thing, let me do my thang Shorties – move that thing, mami move that thing C'mon, move that thing, mami move that thing Hustlers – do your thing, let me do my thang Please tell the DJ, pump p p pump pump it up! Fellas – do your thing, let me do my thang I mean, do your thing, let me do my thang Shorties – move that thing, mami move that thing C'mon, move that thing, mami move that thing Hustlers – do your thing, let me do my thang Please tell the DJ, pump p p pump pump it up!

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