J.U.M.P. lyrics

[George Clinton]
This is the story.. of pro-zen-xanthrapus
Pro-zen-ganthrapus..
Funky monkey.. nasty monkey.. gangster monkey..

[Redman]
Yo yo, yo, yo.. watch out!! I run New Jerz
Got blood on my wifebeater undershirt (look)
Hand to hand you bout half a gram
I'm a truckload, backin in, under dirt!
Lock on target, your wallet
Your chains I left stains up, gorilla paw prints
Sharp in garments, run out yo' apartment
Vampire, wear yo' garlic
I beef on the streets (gun jammin)
Y'all beef let's meat/meet like Subway sandwiches
You have no idea
Crackheads furnish your homes like Ikea, over here
Bricks, B-R, I, C-K
Where hoes put twelve into size seven CK's
Who's the one? D-O-C
Carryin clips for the agents in +The Matrix+
At the Mobil Awards on the podium
Cause in high school I hung with custodians
Batter-ram your door in
f*ck hot, I'm warpin, Doc torturin your Walkman
[Hook: Redman]
Jump, get up
All my n*ggas in the house, stalk, get up
All my b*tches in the house, jump, get up
All my n*ggas in the house, stalk, get up
Jump, get up, jump, get up
All my n*ggas in the house, stalk, get up
All my b*tches in the house, jump, get up
All my n*ggas in the house, stalk, get up
Jump, get up, jump, get up

[Redman]
Yo.. I put a dollar in my zipper
It's pulled out from a mouth of a stripper
Back that thang up, same sl*t
Used to hang up, now she brain up
I'm like yo (yo) swallow it!
di*k new sh*t spit throat lozenges
When I'm off the hit {*click-click*}
Hire security to start joggin with, where your office is
I p*ss on it! Stamp Bricks on it
Take your street work, let your b*tch pump it
I'm your next door tenant, that'll strip you down
'til your barefooted like Eric Bennett
Half my brain is still experimentin
Doc already gone before the X kick in
Yeah, I want my cut like G-Money
Stickin the Easter Bunny for sneaker money
Now how many muh'f*ckers out there
Is high make some noise (ahhhhhhhhhhh!)
I just tried (ahhh) see last night, had two b*tches
Me last night, so I told them to..
[Hook: Redman]
Jump, get up
All my n*ggas in the house, stalk, get up
All my b*tches in the house, jump, get up
All my peoples in the house, jump, get up
Stalk, get up, jump, get up
All my n*ggas in the house, stalk, get up
All my b*tches in the house, jump, get up
All my peoples in the house, jump, get up
Stalk, get up, jump, get up
All my n*ggas in the house, stalk, get up
All my b*tches in the house, jump, get up
All my peoples in the house, jump, get up
Stalk, get up, jump, get up
All my n*ggas in the house, stalk, get up
All my b*tches in the house, jump, get up
All my peoples in the house, jump, get up
Stalk, get up, jump, get up

[George Clinton]
The gorilla in the motherf*ckin mix
They call him Lethal Lip
The linguistic full metal jacket of vernacular ballistic
Shootin off at the mouth without chap or a blister
He got hairs on his funk and didn't flunk diaper rash
Gorilla goin postal.. verbally toxic
Metal pierced forked and hollow point tongue
Dum-dums piled shot from gamblin gorilla gums
Hooked on phonics, packin a viscious vocabulary
Malicious with malice and mayhem
f*ck a gorilla dictionary, Magilla Gorilla talkin to ya
Yo-hoooooooo!
Sup Brick City? T.C., what it be like?
Yeahhh motherf*cker!
You got thirty-five seconds to get yo' ass to the flo'
Pararadirarararararara