Jump On Stage Lyrics – Girl Talk
Singer: Girl Talk
Title: Jump On Stage
?Uh, I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe?Boy check the resume, it’s risky business in the A?And I’ve been a witness to this history?Ever since the the 10th grade?We went from rockin brades to temp fades?I twist my A hat to the side just for style?or throw on the Gucci bucket with the flowers super fly?Wow, the southern pride been known to shut it down?But it ain’t so country my n#gg# this ain’t no Gomer Pile?I’m sergeant slaughter?I keep my sh#t cooked to order in order?To satisfy my people in Georgia and across the water?And across the boarder the ese’s are getting smarter.
They got flour for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas.
If you follow wink wink.
No doubt we don’t speak.
In a blink them folks could have you sleeping in the clink.
I’m shittin’ on n#gg#s and pee’ing on the seat. It’s the n#gg# the BIG BOI OUT?Now party people in the club it’s time to cut a rug
And throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutrerbuggs.
I’m double fisted and if you’re empty you can grab a cup.
I’m double fisted and if you’re empty you can grab a cup.
Now party people in the club it’s time to cut a rug
And throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutrerbuggs.
I’m double fisted and if you’re empty you can grab a cup.
Boy stop, i’m just playing.
Boy stop??Now this goes out to all my playas in the back sippin’ yack.
Bendin’ ’round corners in the ‘lac.
We be clubbin’
Get up (X3)
Do That sh#t Do that sh#t do it
And this goes out to all my ladies in the front. What you want? You make me wanna breed. Girl freeze.
We be clubbin’
Get up (X3)
Do That sh#t Do that sh#t do it
I wish I was like six-foot-nine
So I can get with Leoshi
Cause she don’t know me but yo she’s really fine
You know I see her all the time
Everywhere I go, and even in my dreams
I can scheme a way to make her mine
Cause I know she’s livin phat
Her boyfriend’s tall and he plays ball
So how am I gonna compete with that
Cause when it comes to playing basketball
I’m always last to be picked
And in some cases never picked at all
So I just lean up on the wall
Or sit up in the bleachers with the rest of the girls
Who came to watch their men ball
Dag y’all! I never understood, black
Why the jocks get the fly girls
And me I get the hood rats
I tell ’em scat, skittle, scabobble
Got hit with a bottle
And I been in the hospital
For talkin’ that mess
I confess it’s a shame when you livin’ in a city
That’s the size of a box and nobody knows yo’ name
Glad I came to my senses
Like quick-quick got sick-sick to my stomach
Overcommeth by the thoughts of me and her together
Right?
So when I asked her out she said I wasn’t her type
I wish I was little bit taller
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
And a six four Impala
I wish I was little bit taller
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
And a six four Impala
He’s phony
She’s fake
Thats the type of people i hate
Ya’ll know the lyrics, come sing with me
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay,
Gimme the mic so I can take it away.
Off on a natural charge, bon voyage
Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad
Wu-Tang Killerrr Bees on a swarm!
Rain on ya dollar’s ass, disco dorm!
For you to even touch my skill,
You gotta have the one Killer Bee and he ain’t gonna kill. Now
Chop that down, pass it all around!
Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground!
For any MC in any 52 states,
I gets psycho killerrrr Norman Bates!
My producer slam, sharp like bam!
Jump on stage, and then I dun-daaaah!
But Im a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here
I dont belong here
Run, run run run
One time y’all
Throw your hands real high y’all
Yea, get down y’all
Let me see you all y’all
Hennessy and trees, that’s all I need
Back it up, don’t stop
Hit the floor, make it drop
Rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat
Rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat
It goes left, right, left, right
Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right
Ooh ooh baby come on you can wobble wit it
Ooh ooh baby come on you can hustle wit it
Do the Beattown Mo, get cocky wit it
Put ya hands in the air don’t stop wit it
Ooh ooh baby come on you can wobble wit it
Ooh ooh baby come on you can hustle wit it
Do the Beattown Mo, get cocky wit it
Put ya hands in the air don’t stop wit it
Hey ladies
This beat hey
This beat, this beat hey
This beat is sick
Lets have some fun
This beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Hey
This beat hey
This beat, this beat hey
This beat is sick
Don’t think too much just bust that dick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Hey ladies in the place I’m callin’ out to ya
There never was a city kid truer and bluer
There’s more to me than you’ll ever know
And I’ve got more hits than Sadaharu Oh
Tom Thumb Tom Cushman or Tom Foolery
Date women on T.V. with the help of Chuck Woolery
Words are flowing out just like the Grand Canyon
And I’m always out looking for a female companion
I threw the lasso around the tallest one and dragged her to the crib
I took off her moccasins and put on my bib
I’m wheelin’ and dealin’ I make a little bit of stealing
I’ll bring you back to the place and your dress I’m feeling
Your body’s on time and your mind is appealing
Staring at the cracks up there upon the ceiling
Such and such be the bass that I’m throwing
Talking to a girl telling her I’m all knowing
She’s talking to the kid
I’m telling here every lie that you know that I never did
Find more lyrics at lyrics.jspinyin.net
You can purchase their music thruor
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases
Other Popular Songs:
Slow Wave Sleep - C 99
Howlin' Wolf - Killing Floor
Lyrics Girl Talk – Jump On Stage
Kindly like and share our content. Please follow our site to get the latest lyrics for all songs.
We don’t provide any MP3 Download, please support the artist by purchasing their music 🙂
You can purchase their music thru