The Jump Off Lyrics by Ludacris

The Jump Off

[Mos Def] {Background singers}

Black [Black] Jack...
Johnson ain't scared of you motherfuckers, haha
{It's The Jump Off} Yeah y'all now, c'mon
{It's The Jump Off} Push it up now, ha
{It's The Jump Off} What you want now?
{It's The Jump Off} Keep cool, now
{Put your hands up, it's The Jump-Off}
Yeah! It's that Freak Daddy shit!
{Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off}
{Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off}
{Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off}
{Raise your hands...}

[Verse 1 - Mos Def]
With so much drama in the N-Y-C
It's kinda hard bein' M-O-S Def-initely
But I, some how, some way
Keep comin' up with funky ass shit with the Black Jack Jay
May, I, spit a lyric for my ghetto Pe-ople?
Show me 'nough respect when I breeze, through
Riders beep they horn
'cause I keep the party jumpin' like yo' mamma ain't home
I'm just a freak individual singin' my song
Shinin' bright on the mic like it's six in the morn' [six in the morn']
So peep out my manuscript
Reach up, sleevess up, for a second NOW BOUNCE
This is the one that make the party wile' out
Nigga...I said wile' out
Nigga, I SAID wile' out
Lemme show you what we're talkin' about [C'MON!]

[Mos Def]
Huh, ha, yes, hah, uh, hah, rock wit' me now
Uh, ha, yes, ah, uh, rock wit' me now
[You are now rockin' with the best!]
Uh, hah, yes, unnh, ha, uh, come check me now [Black! Jack!]
Uh, hah, uh, yes, hah, uh, uh, BACK TO THE BEAT, like

[Hook - Mos Def {Background Singers}]
{It's The Jump Off} Get it up now!
{It's The Jump Off} C'mon, push it up now!
{It's The Jump Off} Get it up now
{It's The Jump Off} and make it jump now!
{Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off}
Uh, push it up now
{Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off}
Nigga jump now
{Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off}
Push it up now
{Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off}
{Raise your hands...}

[Verse 2 - Ludacris]
Tables fulla hi-hat, a dash of drums
Sprinkle in a little keyboard, a pint of rum
With just a pinch of purple haze and a gallon of bass
Mix snares with rock 'n' roll and throw it all in ya face
Pre-heat the studio to about a hundred degress
Ludacris, Mos Def and your best emcees
You'll get BURNT just for thinkin' you can step to me
Unless the [?] of my [?] get a re-ci-pee
My des-tinies are rhythm, hit 'em with the rhythm
Hit 'em, click 'em, then HA, HA-HA strip 'em
Jump the fuck [back], no gun can pump [that]
I punch the engi-[neer] and slap the whole [track]
Then pop all the speakers and stip the wires
Blow smoke from the MPs and amplifiers
Here to spit truth for the LIAR, LIARS
I'm the hottest emcee, y'all a FIRE-FIRED

[Mos Def] {Background singers}
Huh, yes, uh, ah, yes, uh, yes, hah, c'mon
[You are now rockin' wit' the best]
Woo! Brooklyn, New York City
Hah, take 'em there, Doc
hah, uh, yeah, Black, Jack, c'mon
So incredible! Fantastic! [ohh!]
Freak Daddy shit....FIRE!!

C'mon [woo!] nigga, rock to it
Uh [uh], hah [hah], yeah [yeah]
{Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands}
Ridin' high [high]
Ridin' low [low]
{Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands}
Ridin' clean [clean]
Ridin' dirty [dirty]
No-body high as we are, Black Jack Johnson
{Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands}
Told you my hot was incredible, y'all
{Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands}
Woo! [woo!]
{Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands}
Tell 'em again
{Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands}
Hey, I don't think y'all heard me
...
{Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands}
Black, Jack, Johnson ain't scared of you motherfuckers!