Song: The Jump Off ~~ 2003 ~~ 3:54
Artist: Lil’ Kim featuring Mr. Cheeks
LP/CD: La Bella Mafia ~~ Atlantic ~~ 2003

Whoa
Whoa
Hey, yo’, Tim man, this the jump off right here, man
Whoa
Whoa (It’s Queen Bee, n****)
It’s the jump off

I been gone for a minute, now I’m back at the jump off
Goons in the club case somethin’ jumps off
And back up ‘fore the Hive let the pump off
In the graveyard is where you gets dumped off
All we wanna do is party
And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi
Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari
I’m tryin’ to leave in somebody’s Ferrari
Spread love that’s what a real mob do
Keep it gangsta, look out for her people
I’m the wicked b**** of the east
You better keep the peace or out come the beast
We the best, still there’s room for improvement
Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement
Seven quarter to eights, back to back with ‘em
Sittin’ on chrome, seven times platinum

This is for my peeps
With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades 23” rims
Jumpin’ out the Jaguar with the Timbs
Keep your bread up and live good
East coast, West coast worldwide
All my players in the hood stay fly
And if you’re ballin’ let me hear you say right, right

It’s Lil’ Kim and Timbaland, n****s s*** ya drawers
Special delivery for you and yours
I rep the b****es, he rep the boys
If you rep your hood then make some noise
I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat
Don’t he know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat, uh
Let me show you what I’m all about
How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth, hoo
Shake up the dice, throw down your ice
Bet it all, player, f*** the price
Money ain’t a thing, throw it out like rice
Been around the world, copped the same thing twice
Rub on my t**s, squeeze on my a**
Gimme some, huh, step on the gas
Pop the cork and roll up the hash
You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash

This is for my peeps
With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades 23” rims
Jumpin’ out the Jaguar with the Timbs
Keep your bread up and live good
East coast, West coast worldwide
All my players in the hood stay fly
And if you’re ballin’ let me hear you say right, right

Enter the world of the Playboy pin up girl
Butt-naked, dressed in nothin’ but pearls
You wanna meet me ‘cause you know I’m freaky
And you wanna eat me ‘cause you say I’m sexy
Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti
Believe me, sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy, I got mad friends that’s pretty
Chicks by the layers, all different flavors
Mafioso that’s how this thing go
Now everybody come get with the lingo
Shake your body-body, move your body-body
On the dance floor don’t hurt nobody-body
I’m the one that put the Range in the Rover
When I’m steppin’ out the Range, it’s over
Comin’ through in the Brooklyn Mint gear
We gon’ do this just like Big Poppa was here

This is for my peeps
With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades 23” rims
Jumpin’ out the Jaguar with the Timbs
Keep your bread up and live good
East coast, West coast worldwide
All my players in the hood stay fly
And if you’re ballin’ let me hear you say right, right

Yeah
To the what, mmm-hmm
Yeah
Oh, y’all, keep your bread up
Yeah and worldwide, mmm-hmm
And stay fly, n****
Yeah, man
Right-right-right-right
Queen Bee, LB
Two thousand f***in’ three
Why not, we makin’ it hot
Come through, blow the spots
Come on, yeah
Hey, yo’
She back at it
Why wouldn’t she be
Come on, yeah
The B.I.G., Freaky Tah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Light ‘em
Oh
Mmm, hmm

Transcribed by: Char Star
Uploaded on: May 18, 2003