Cypress Hill & House of Pain 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 yo 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 in the trunk

And I got more rhymes than those cops at a
Dunkin' Donuts shops

Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill

Plus my mom and my pops


I came to get down (2x)

So get out your seat and jump around

Jump around (3x)

Jump up Jump up and get down.

Jump (18x)

I'll serve your a__ like John MacEnroe

If your girl 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

If you come to battle bring a shotgun

But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the

Tryin' to step to me you'll take your last breath

I gots the skill, come get your fill

Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill


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 yo 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


Jump (32x)

Yo, this is dedicated

To Joe, da flava, Dakota

Grab ya Prozac, punk

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