Artist: LL Cool J f/ DJ Premier Album: Authentic Song: Jump On It Typed by: michel_ange_jean_louis@hotmail.com [LL talkin'] Uh, uh, uh-uhh, no doubt baby, no doubt baby No cut... pure raw.... We, we sold out You bought more! It was meant to be Hip hop died, reincarnated through me Now the promoters gotta double my fee ‘Cause these pop melodies ain't fuckin' with me Get back on your tour bus roll some rockly Hell your crew twisted in the hoes not me Hell through shit and the game in my speed ‘Cause water down hip hop we do not need Yes sir, I got the real recipe A little bit of old E and bon bon Z I guess by now you can tell you miss me The baddest motherfucker in rap history One to the temple put you out your misery That’s not an album, that's a frisbee Tangle with LL boy that’s risky Them boys is backwash, we want whiskey [Chorus] (Jump on it! jump on it!) When the chips is down you gotta fight for the crown (Jump on it! jump on it!) Tell them boys over there get down or lay down (Jump on it! jump on it!) I got the house of pain for your little pop clown (Jump on it! jump on it!) Don’t get it criss cross we’re taking over the town [Verse 2] Roll up on your set pull out the 4 pound Who's pitching out here blast them off the map The game got us bored, no rebounce Claims he’s hardcore how he sound My radio's a bunch of noise in the background For a factory manufacturing pop clowns That's what happens when LL ain't around The pop stars flooding and the hip hop drowns DJ suffer while sarada goes round That's shit's you screaming? got the real nigga creaming Where's the fuck the hip hop, we’re out here fiending Watch a program directed in the bin and Went from cruss group to a boy band screaming When the shit come under the car I ain’t leaning I need shit I could bump the brim creaming I tell you what, play my shit, call it even [Chorus] [Verse 3] What y’all want, no cut! What y’all need, pure raw What we do, we sold out All because.. you bought more! No affects on my voice, that’s my choice Hard raw beat make a soft voice moist Get the dinero bring the heat like Jon Voight Timbaland music, Fuck whole royce! Hit you in the head like a fat ass joint Back to the S’s big meat in Detroit L so perceptive shrud in the droit Bad motherfucker, now you get the point?