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 at a 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 Jump, jump, jump Jump, jump, jump Jump, jump, jump Jump, jump I'll serve your ass 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 Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none 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 gots 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 Jump, jump, jump Jump, jump, 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 bitch 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 Spitting out lyrics homie I'll wet 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 Jump, jump, jump Jump, jump, jump Jump, jump, jump Jump, jump Yo, this is dedicated To Joe, da flava, Dakota Grag yo bozac, punk
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 at a 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 Jump, jump, jump Jump, jump, jump Jump, jump, jump Jump, jump I'll serve your ass 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 Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none 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 gots 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 Jump, jump, jump Jump, jump, 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 bitch 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 Spitting out lyrics homie I'll wet 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 Jump, jump, jump Jump, jump, jump Jump, jump, jump Jump, jump Yo, this is dedicated To Joe, da flava, Dakota Grag yo bozac, punk
“Jump Around” foi produzida por DJ Muggs, membro do grupo de hip‑hop Cypress Hill.
O produtor DJ Muggs também gravou sua própria versão da música.
O single se tornou um grande sucesso em 1992, alcançando a terceira posição nas paradas dos Estados Unidos.
A faixa impulsionou a carreira do House of Pain, consolidando‑o como um dos grupos mais reconhecidos do rap da época.
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