Moonbootica Jump around Lyrics
            Pack it up, pack it in
            Let me begin
            I came to win
            Battle me that's a sin
            I won't tear the sack up
            Punk you'd better back up
            Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up
            Get up, stand up, come on!
            Come on, throw your hands up
            If you've got the feeling jump across the ceiling
            Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk
            Yo, I'll bust em in the eye
            And then I'll take the punks home
            Feel it, funk it
            Amps it are junking
            And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunking
            Donuts shop
            Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill
            Plus my mom and my pops
        
            I came to get down
            I came to get down
            So get out your seats and jump around
            Jump around
            Jump around
            Jump around
            Jump up, jump up and get down
            Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump...
        
            I'll serve your a__ like John MacEnroe
            If your steps up, I'm smacking the ho
            Word to your moms I came to drop bombs
            I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms
            And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned
            Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned
            So if you come to battle bring a shotgun
            But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the death
            Try and step to me you'll take your last breath
            I got the skill, come get your fill
            Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill
        
            I came to get down
            I came to get down
            So get out your seats and jump around
            Jump around
            Jump around
            Jump around
            Jump up, jump up and get down
            Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump...
        
            I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top
            I never eat a pig 'cause a pig is a cop
            Or better yet a terminator
            Like Arnold Schwarzenegger
            Try'n to play me out like as if my name was Sega
            But I ain't going out like no punk b____
            Get used to one style and you know I might switch
            It up up and around, then buck buck you down
            Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead
            I'm coming to get ya, coming to get ya
        
            I came to get down
            I came to get down
            So get out your seats and jump around
            Jump around
            Jump around
            Jump around
            Jump up, jump up and get down
            Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump...
        
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