Jump chords by Mr. Criminal
Verse 1
Em
Mama, look how we got
you jumpin' up
Fingers, it looks like we got another hit with this,
homie
First, we made the ladies
look like Mami Mira
Drop it and rock it
Now we're gonna make the clubs jump
So let me see ya
Jump, jump
We're gonna make it just
Jump, jump
Bet you had to jump in them jeans
You got a ass like I never seen
Little mama, jump
Jump, You gotta make it just
Jump, jump
Now back that thing right up to me
And jump on it now, ride to the V -Line
Jump! Jump! Jump!
Jump!
Jump! Jump!
Now shorty let me see y 'all
Jump! Jump! Jump!
Jump!
Mama don't care we got
Eaug
you jumpin' up
Em
Uh baby girl, move it, drop it, pop it, lock it
All them boys watchin',
DJ spinnin', bartender servin'
Eaug
The way you movin' that body
got me feelin' perverted
Em
We all celebrate when we pop champagne
All eyes on her when she pops that chain
Club goin' crazy, no it's not that tang
High power soldiers,
Eaug
yeah we got that gang
Em
And don't get it twisted,
from Cali to Chi -Tang
New York to Miami,
all the people catch the vibe now
Jump, jump
You hear the DJ song so tight,
all night they hitting replay
One more drink, like Luda and T -Pain
Making people jump to this,
baby P -Gang
Fingers on the track,
so hot it makes your beak fling
Twister on the mic,
will miss your credit for the clust
Hey, show me, let me see ya
Jump, jump
We gonna make it justice
Jump, jump
Bet you had to jump in them jeans
You got a ass like I never seen
Little mama justice
Jump, jump
You gotta make it justice
Jump, jump
Now back that thing right up to me
And jump on it now, ride to the V -Line
Jump! Jump! Jump!
Jump!
Jump!
Jump! shorty let me see ya!
Jump! Jump! Jump!
Jump!
Momma don't care we got you jumpin'
Look at the momma and
the way she rockin' it
How she droppin' it, see how
close I can get
just to say what's up
I said, at the body and look at
the way she be shakin'
The body be makin' me get
Eaug
down on the floor
and hump on it like I was fuckin' it
Em
Come over here cause I'm
lovin' the way you jacked
Ask you is it your momma fault
that you gapped
The way your ass clap
sound like a bathtub
Now let me see you make it jump,
now back down
Up to my genitals
cause she know I'm a general
Freaky with whatever you finna do,
don't be subliminal
G
Her competition is minimal,
cause she know she the one
Em
dancin' in the middle
with Twista and Mr. Criminal
Even though we stay partyin'
for a lot of hours,
we the real deal,
what we servin' is not flour
Quick to show the bitch niggas
that we are not cowards,
wipe they ass up, wow, on her power
Shorty let me see ya, jump, jump,
we gonna make it just, jump, jump
Bet you had to jump in them jeans,
you got a ass like I never seen
Little mama just, jump, jump,
you gotta make it just, jump, jump
Now back that thing right up to me,
and jump on it now, ride to the V -Line
Jump! Jump! Jump!
Jump!
Jump! Jump!
Now shorty let me see y 'all
Jump! Jump!
Jump!
Jump!
While my lil cabbie got you jumpin'
Party people, keep on jumpin'
Jump! Jump!
Jump!
Jump!
While my lil cabbie got you jumpin'
Party people, keep on jumpin'
Party people, keep on jumpin'
Jump! Jump!
Party people, keep on jumpin'
My best, my body's being blown
LA Miami
New York
Chowtown
Lee Town
C
LA Cincinnati
Em
Like I told you every single year
We don't stop
Fingers on the track
That's how we do it, baby
Outro 1
It's only the strong survive
Em
Jump
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