[Intro]
Poof
I can jump (How high?)
I can jump (How high?)
I can jump (How?), up (What?), down (Ooh)
Fuckin' right, bitch
I can jump (How high?)
I can jump (How high?)
I can jump (How?), up (What?), down (Ooh)
Poof
I can jump (How high?)
I can jump (How high?)
I can jump (How?), up (What?), down (Ooh)
Jump, jump
I can jump (How high?)
I can jump (How high?)
I can jump (How?), up (What?), down (Ooh)
Jump, jump
[Verse 1: Mystikal]
I ain't got no more ass left, bitch, I rapped it off
You just ain't gon' have no more head after I snatch it off
What in the fuck is you thinkin'?
You can't do shit if you stankin'
Keep on thinkin', if I said it then it's done
I give a fuck what you bringin'
'Cause my thang still gon' be swingin'
You here them fuckin' choppers cuttin' niggas, run, nigga
Hike, nigga, hut one, nigga, want some?
Ain't nuttin' to fuck ya up, representin' where I come from
Fronts and brown blunts, you oughta get down some
Recognize a fuckin' killer when you be around 'em
Valiums and speed, coke and dope and weed
Steroids and alcohol and still a fuckin' athlete
Cock strong with my jock strap on
'Fore the time clock gone 'bout to run the rock home
Your ace boon coon in the hole in the clutch
In the pocket on the field without gettin' touched
Uh-oh
Poof
I can jump (How high?)
I can jump (How high?)
I can jump (How?), up (What?), down (Ooh)
Fuckin' right, bitch
I can jump (How high?)
I can jump (How high?)
I can jump (How?), up (What?), down (Ooh)
Poof
I can jump (How high?)
I can jump (How high?)
I can jump (How?), up (What?), down (Ooh)
Jump, jump
I can jump (How high?)
I can jump (How high?)
I can jump (How?), up (What?), down (Ooh)
Jump, jump
[Verse 1: Mystikal]
I ain't got no more ass left, bitch, I rapped it off
You just ain't gon' have no more head after I snatch it off
What in the fuck is you thinkin'?
You can't do shit if you stankin'
Keep on thinkin', if I said it then it's done
I give a fuck what you bringin'
'Cause my thang still gon' be swingin'
You here them fuckin' choppers cuttin' niggas, run, nigga
Hike, nigga, hut one, nigga, want some?
Ain't nuttin' to fuck ya up, representin' where I come from
Fronts and brown blunts, you oughta get down some
Recognize a fuckin' killer when you be around 'em
Valiums and speed, coke and dope and weed
Steroids and alcohol and still a fuckin' athlete
Cock strong with my jock strap on
'Fore the time clock gone 'bout to run the rock home
Your ace boon coon in the hole in the clutch
In the pocket on the field without gettin' touched
Uh-oh
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