[Intro: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
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Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)
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Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)
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Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)
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It's the jump off (Come on)
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[Verse 1: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
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I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)
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Goons in the club incase somethin jumps off
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And back up before the hive let the pump off
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In the graveyard is where you get dumped off
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All we wanna do is party (Woo!)
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And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)
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Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari
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I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari
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Spread love that's what a real ma do
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Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)
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I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)
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Or out come the beast
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We the best still there's room for improvement
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Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement
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Seven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)
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And I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum
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[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks]
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This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
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Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)
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Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real
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And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
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All my playas in the hood stay fly
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And if your ballin let me hear you say ride (ride)
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[Verse 2: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
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It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on)
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Special delivery for you and yours (Now)
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I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha)
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If you rep for your hood then make some noise
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I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat
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Don't he know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?
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Uh! Let me show you what I'm all about
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How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth....HO!!!!
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Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)
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Bet it all playa fuck the price
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Money ain't a thing throw it out like rice
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Been around the world cop the same thing twice
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Rub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!)
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Gimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah)
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Pop the cork and roll up the hash (Roll it!)
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You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
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Enter the world of the Playboy pin up girl
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Buttnaked dressed in nothin but pearls
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You wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky
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And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy
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Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti
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Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
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No need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)
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Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)
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Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)
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Now everybody come get with the lingo
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Shake your body body, move your body body (Body body)
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On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)
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I'm the one that put the "Range" in the "Rover"
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When I'm steppin out the "Range" yo it's over
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Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear
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We 'gone do this just like Big Poppa was here
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: Mr. Cheeks]
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Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwide
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And stay fly nigga, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB
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Two thousand and, fuckin three, why not? we makin it hot
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She back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah
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B.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh...
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The Jump Off
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Lil' Kim |