From: behan@coos.dartmouth.edu (Patrick Kalaher)
Newsgroups: alt.rap
Subject: Re: Jump Around
Date: 3 Sep 92 23:29:54 GMT
Organization: Dartmouth College, Hanover, NH

kinnema@wkuvx1.bitnet (Mark Kinney, Attorney at Chaos) writes:

>In article <1992Sep2.204441.7279@ac.dal.ca>, whare@ac.dal.ca writes:
>> Does anyone have the lyrics for House of Pain's (sp?) new track
>> 'Jump Around'

>Well, I'll turn my ear to the tape in my walkman at the moment and see
>what I can do for you, here... If I miss anything, hopefully someone
>can fill it in.  Here goes:

>Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin
>I came to win-battle me? That's a sin
>I won't ever slack up, honkey better back up
                        Punk-you
>Try and play a role and yo the whole crew'll act up

>Get up, stand up, come on throw your hands up
>If you got the feeling, Jump up, touch the ceiling
>[ indecipherable ] someone talking junk
>Yo, I bust 'em in the eye, and then I take the punk's hoe
>Feeling, funking, amps in the trunk
>And I got more rhymes than there's cops in a Dunkin
>Donut's 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 seat and jump around

>Chorus:
>Jump Around (x3)
>Jump up, jump up and get down
>Jump Around (x3)
>Jump up, jump up and get down
>Jump (x9?)

>I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe
>If your girl steps up I'm smacking the hoe
>Word to you moms, I came to drop bombs
>I've got more rhymes that the bottle's [?] got songs
                               Bible's got psalms
>And just like the prodigal son I've returned
>Anyone stepping to me, you get burned
>Cause I've got lyrics, which you ain't got none
>If you come to battle bring a shotgun
>But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the death
>Trying to step to me you'll take your last breath
>I've got the skill, come get your fill
>Cause when I shoot the gip I shoot to kill
>I came to get down, I came to get down
>So get out your seat and jump around

>[Chorus]

>I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top
>I never eat a pig because a pig is a cop
>Or better yet a terminator, like Arnold Schwartzenegger
>Trying 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 yo I might switch
>It up up and 'round, then buck buck you down
>Put out your head and then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead
>I'm coming to get ya, I'm coming to get ya
>Spitting out lyrics, homey I'm with ya
                            I'll wet ya
>I came to get down, I came to get down
>So get out your seat and jump around

>[chorus]

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The Bible one jumped out at me...
Maybe It's cause I was brought up Irish Catholic meself...
*smile*
-pbk
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Patrick Brendan Kalaher, Dartmouth 1991. behan@coos.dartmouth.edu
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