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Peace
Jump Jump
You should know, you should know that
Kris Kross is not having anything today
As we stand there totally krossed out
We commence to make you
Jump! Jump!
The Mac Dad will make you
Jump! Jump!
The Daddy Mac will make you
Jump! Jump!
Kris Kross will make you
Jump! Jump!

Don’t try to compare us to
another bad little fad
I’m the Mac and I’m bad
give you something that you
never had
I’ll make ya Bump, Bump
wiggle and shake your rump
Cause I’ll be kicking the
flavor that makes you
wanna Jump!
How high? Real high Cause I’m just so fly
A young loveable, huggable type of guy
And everything is to the back
with a little slack
And inside-out is wiggida wiggida wiggida wack!
come stompin’ with somethi’
to keep you jumpin’
R&B rap bullcrap is what I’m dumpin’
And ain’t something about
Kris Kross we all that
So when they ask do they
rock? say believe that

Jump! Jump!
The Mac Dad will make you
Jump! Jump!
The Daddy Mac will make you
Jump! Jump!
Kris Kross will make you
Jump! Jump!
uh huh, uh huh
Jump! Jump!
The Mac Dad will make you
Jump! Jump!
The Daddy Mac will make you
Jump! Jump!
Kris Kross will make you
Jump! Jump!

I like my stuff knockin’ knockin’
I love it when a girl is
like jockin’ jockin’
The D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C yeah you know me!
got you jumpin’ an’ pumpin’
an’ movin’ all around G
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In the mix I make ya take a step back
They try to step to the Mac
then they got jacked
To the back you’ll be
sportin’ the gear that’s
coincidental And like you
know it so don’t be claiming
that it’s mental Two lil’
kids with a flow you ain’t
ever heard
And none faking you can
understand every word
As you listen to my cool school melody
The Daddy makes you J-U-M-P

Jump! Jump!
The Mac Dad will make you
Jump! Jump!
The Daddy Mac will make you
Jump! Jump!
Kris Kross will make you
Jump! Jump!
uh huh, uh huh
Jump! Jump!
The Mac Dad will make you
Jump! Jump!
The Daddy Mac will make you
Jump! Jump!
Kris Kross will make you
Jump! Jump!

Now, the formalities of this and that
Is that Kris Kross ain’t comin’ off wack
And for all ya’ll suckers that don’t know
Check it out
Some of them try to rhyme
but they can’t rhyme like
this (Go, Go)
Some of them try to rhyme
but they can’t rhyme like
this (Go, Go)
Some of them try to rhyme
but they can’t rhyme like
this (Go, Go)
Some of them try to rhyme but they can’t
(Go, Go)
Cause I’m the miggida miggida
miggida miggida Mac Daddy (Go, Go)
Miggida miggida miggida miggida Mac
(Go, Go)
Cause I’m the miggida
miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy
(Go, Go)
I make you wanna

Jump! Jump!
The Mac Dad will make you
Jump! Jump!
The Daddy Mac will make you
Jump! Jump!
Kris Kross will make you
Jump! Jump!
uh huh, uh huh
(repeat 3 more times)

Jump! Jump!
The Mac Dad will make you
Jump! Jump!
The Daddy Mac will make you
Jump! Jump!
Kriss Kross will make you
Jump! Jump!

Belie’ that.

ou encore :

House of Pain

Jump Around Lyrics

Pack it up, pack it in
Let me begin
I came to win
Battle me that’s a sin
I won’t tear the sack up
Punk you’d better back up
Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up
Get up, stand up, come on!
Come on, throw your hands up
If you’ve got the feeling jump across the ceiling
Muggs is a funk fest, someone’s talking junk
Yo, I’ll bust em in the eye
And then I’ll take the punks home
Feel it, funk it
Amps it are junking
And I got more rhymes than there’s cops that are dunking
Donuts shop
Sure ’nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill
Plus my mom and my pops

[Chorus]

I came to get down [2x]
So get out your seats and jump around
Jump around [3x]
Jump up Jump up and get down.
Jump [18x]
I’ll serve your ass like John MacEnroe
If your steps up, I’m smacking the ho
Word to your moms I came to drop bombs
I got more rhymes than the bible’s got psalms
And just like the Prodigal Son I’ve returned
Anyone stepping to me you’ll get burned
Cause I got lyrics and you ain’t got none
So if you come to battle bring a shotgun
But if you do you’re a fool, cause I duel to the death
Try and step to me you’ll take your last breath
I gots the skill, come get your fill
Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill

[Chorus]

I’m the cream of the crop, I rise to the top
I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop
Or better yet a terminator
Like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Try’n to play me out like as if my name was Sega
But I ain’t going out like no punk bitch
Get used to one style and you know I might switch
It up up and around, then buck buck you down
Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead
I’m coming to get ya, coming to get ya
Spitting out lyrics homie I’ll wet ya

[Chorus]
Jump [32x]

Yo, this is dedicated
To Joe, da flava, Dakota
Grag yo bozac, punk

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