Jumpin'

[Intro: House of Pain] Jump, jump, jump, jump around Jump, jump, jump, jump around Jump, jump, jump, jump around Jump, jump, jump, jump around [Chorus: Isaiah Rashad & Audio Push] We went from old school players to new school fools Who keeps it jumpin'? We keep it jumpin'! Who keeps it- We keep it jumpin'! Who keeps it jumpin'? We keep it jumpin'! Who keeps it- We keep it jumpin'! We went from old school players to new school fools Who keeps it jumpin'? We keep it jumpin'! Who keeps it- We keep it jumpin'! Who keeps it jumpin'? We keep it jumpin'! Who keeps it- We keep it jumpin'! [Verse 1: Oktane] Alright, now let me get my vibe right (Yeah) Music good, no one's on their phone, on my bus (Lit) Shit it's two, forgot what time it was, everybody (You) In this party probably follow me, I broke my phone and (Yeah) I didn't care who was callin' me Girl say she wanna swallow me soon as she felt the mink Stupid hair, too turnt to care, my shirt was pink, she spilt her drink I got two girls on the way on threeway, ha Yeah they on the freeway Ceetle2nd gonna DJ Use the cameras on them for the replay She done took a shot, then another Now she cryin', lookin' for her brother That she be fuckin' cause that's not her brother Who you foolin'? Nevermind, take it back to nine-five Hands up on my side, to your right, let's go now [Chorus: Isaiah Rashad & Audio Push] We went from old school players to new school fools Who keeps it jumpin'? We keep it jumpin'! Who keeps it- We keep it jumpin'! Who keeps it jumpin'? We keep it jumpin'! Who keeps it- We keep it jumpin'! We went from old school players to new school fools Who keeps it jumpin'? We keep it jumpin'! Who keeps it- We keep it jumpin'! Who keeps it jumpin'? We keep it jumpin'! Who keeps it- We keep it jumpin'! [Verse 2: Price] My side keep it jumpin', my side keep it saucy Dirty Vans, man I'm bossin', bad vibes, keep 'em off me Shoutout to my old school players Where all my new school fools? I know some let that deuce deuce shoot I know some tryin' to move through school See it's different strokes, different folks Some niggas let pistol blow, some niggas don't A few might be dripped in gold, some niggas broke That's why hard is the only way I go! See I gotta make sure that my family fed (straight up) I'm tryin' to stack that William Pope L Gallery bread And keep it jumpin' like the battery dead, I'm a black king! She in the backseat, givin' Fetty Wap, she my Trap Queen She 'bout the racks and she ain't on the rap scene All that ass jumpin', you must get from your mammy Walkin' like you just won you a Grammy If you real then I consider you family So push to the front, let's make it jump! [Chorus: Isaiah Rashad & Audio Push] We went from old school players to new school fools Who keeps it jumpin'? We keep it jumpin'! Who keeps it- We keep it jumpin'! Who keeps it jumpin'? We keep it jumpin'! Who keeps it- We keep it jumpin'! We went from old school players to new school fools Who keeps it jumpin'? We keep it jumpin'! Who keeps it- We keep it jumpin'! Who keeps it jumpin'? We keep it jumpin'! Who keeps it- We keep it jumpin'!