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Pump It Up
by Joe Budden



Pump p-pump pump p-pump
Pump p-pump pump it up
Pump p-pump pump p-pump p-pump
Pump p-pump pump it up
(Just blaze)
Pump p-pump pump it up
We gon' do it like
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)

Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that's drunk
You came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bank
Then get it on, roll up like that stank
And get it on, slank that fitted on
Came to get it on
Hold up she want work that twork that
Then again let me hurt that murk that
'Til you gotta hurt back

Can't spit it out, boo you gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that
Joey I'm responsible for bringin' Jerse back, yeah we bad huh
She at the bar stylin' she throwing it up
She drink a little hypno, throwing it up
But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma, if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut uhh

Fellas, do your thing let me do my thang
I mean, do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties, move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon, move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers, do your thing let me do my thang
Please tell the D J, pump p-pump pump it up

I see some haters grilling
I see some ladies chilling
I see dat girlie I been plottin' to get
You can hop in the whip
And we go
Pump p-pump pump it up

O K, we was leaving, we was done
Then she said,"Can my people's come?"
Here we go I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in something were the rims don't stop
Look baby you fine, but your girlfriends not
And then she wanna hold out getting cute on the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on your own

My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothing on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hanging out wit da fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous
Uuh, uuh, uuh

Fellas, do your thing let me do my thang
I mean, do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties, move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon, move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers, do your thing, let me do my thang
Please tell the D J, pump p-pump pump it up

Y'all dudes keep talking 'bout your ice and all the shine to it
That's alright go cross world find cubic
Ma, I wanna fall in love like I'm Cupid
Telling me she don't give brain, like I'm stupid
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
Get it, don't think about it
The game is bad playa, ain't it bad playa?
Don't worry, Joey'll change it back playa
Might of heard me spittin' wit Cain and Fab playa
I got the set boards to bring it back playa

Bang and clap playa
Front man no longer playin' the back playa
Plain as that playa
808's pumpin' bang the track playa
Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa
Jump off 1man gang I'm back playa
Look, want you want bump double click pump
Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off
All these haters on my, huh, won't jump off
When all the streets need is j-jump off
J-jump j-jump off


Fellas, do your thing let me do my thang
I mean, do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties, move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon, move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers, do your thing, let me do my thang
Please tell the D J, pump p-pump pump it up

Fellas, do your thing let me do my thang
I mean, do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties, move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon, move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers, do your thing, let me do my thang
Please tell the D J, pump p-pump pump it up, nigga
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written by MICKENS, ROBERT SPIKE/SMITH, CLAYDES/BELL, RONALD NATHAN
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group