Jump On Stage Lyrics - All Day - Girl Talk

Uhh, I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe 

Boy check the rsume, it's risky business in the A (A) 

And I've been witness to this history, ever since the 10th grade 

We went from rockin braids 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 

It ain't so country though nigga, this ain't no Gomer Pyle 

I'm Sergeant Slaughter, I keep my shit cooked to order in order 

to satisfy my people in Georgia and cross the water 

And, across the border the esse's are gettin 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 can have you sleepin in the clink 

I'm shittin on niggaz and peein on the seat 

It's the nigga, the B-I-G B-O-I, O-U-T 

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Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug 

And throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutterbuggs 

I'm double fisted and you empty you can grab a cup 

Boy stop, I'm just playin, 

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 Do That shit, Do that shit, 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 Do That shit, Do that shit, do it 

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I wish I was like six-foot-nine 

So I could 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 of ways 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 upon 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, skibobble 

Got hit with a bottle 

And put 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 

Overcome with my 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 

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 college ass, disco dorm! 

When you didn't 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, my flow is like bam! 

Jump on stage, and then I dun-daaaah! 

But Im a creep 

(Ooh, baby, I like it raww...) 

I'm a weirdo 

(Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!!) 

What the hell am I doing here 

(Ooh, baby, I like it raww...) 

I dont belong here 

(Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!!) 

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 

Oh oh 

Oh oh 

Hey ladies!! 

This beat (hey) 

This beat, this beat (c'mon) 

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 

Heyyyyyyy 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