jump on it, jump on it, jump on it... Kemosabi, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it... Custer, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it... Apache, jump on it
Jake, I spit in a judge face Who schemin' on the kid, who grillin' the watch? Like if I ain't the kid who be spittin' them shots Run in your crib, grippin
Thick cloud - steam rising - hissing stone on sweat lodge fire Around me - buffalo robe - sage in bundle - run on skin Outside - cold air - stand, wait
checked Mr. Smutly I'm not a punk thief Let me break thee, smoke thee, choke thee and locc thee Muthafuckin M I C right now how Wow how dow wow how dow piggy pow
, up on cloud nine Spittin' from the heart and always speakin' my mind If you wanna diss you face the whole Killa Kore Camp Better watch yaself or we run a pow-wow on
, Technics and B-1's With the orange light shinin', the red on D-1's Direct drive and Nova, I'm chillin' with G.L.O.B.E. Mr. Biggs and Pow-Wow, Monk and
or else I'ma put her in her sneakers Wow (wow, wow) you can catch me in all black with no smile Me, Turk, G'z and ouch - chicka-POW! How come these niggaz
Get His Mack On I Let Your Bitch Get Her Drink On Then She Get Her Drack On Then Ma Mack Gone (Heyy!!) And Lil Nigga Get His Shaq On(Yea, Yea, Yea) Yea
on it, jump on it, jump on it... Kemosabi, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it... Custer, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it... Apache, jump on it,
one like me A John Singleton, young Spike Lee, I'll make ya famous [Chorus] [AZ:] So it's now or never, let's pow wow, whatever Beach house, eat out
Jake, I spit in a judge face Who schemin on the kid, who grillin the watch? Like if I ain't the kid who be spittin them shots Run in your crib, grippin
not a punk thief let me break thee, smoke thee, choke thee and locc thee muthafuckin M-I-C right now how wow how dow wow how dow piggy pow its me, the
back by Kid Rock G Now even white bitches in the subberbs they jock me With a smile pow wow they want this getto thing So pow wow freaky chow, and ima