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Track 11 · Poppaloopa · 2000

Jump On It

Written by Dave Keffer & Kevin Edelman

Lyrics

Drivin' in my car and the back seat's full of little cuties
Two hips, full lips and a rub-a-dub bootie
Then I see another girl, baby's lookin' fine
I curbside the ride so she can jump inside
Now the bus is full up, the cuties ready to jam
Ridin' the pony, yes I am
I got hotties in the back seat, baby in the front
Another girlie walks by, I say..."whassup!"

(Jump In) Jump On It
When you see a little hottie gotta tell the girl about it
(Jump In) Jump On It
Gotta let her know you wanna jump on it
(Jump In) Jump On It
Ladies...if you see a hottie with a body let him know you want it
(Jump In) Jump On It
Gotta tell him that you wanna jump on it

Let's go out tonight
Gonna make you feel alright
Let's go out tonight
Gonna make you feel alright

Roll up to the club, place jumpin' and the party is right
Gotta stop, make a list of all the honies tonight
Latina, phillipina, and a disco queen
Then I step up to the beauty in the tight jeans (sixteen)
Whoops! Oh my! And she was lookin' fine
When I tried to get away she pulled me into the conga line
Left to right, the room spinnin' around
Had to do a pirouette to slip away, then I sat down
Scan the room had to see what's what
DJ hollered out "Here's KEF!" place blew up
The crowd went nuts, the whole dance floor packed
When the people all shouted "Boombalottie!" had to step back
No idea it would come this far
Only one little lady left sittin' at the bar
"All alone?" I asked and when she said "Yup"
Spotlight came on, I said..."Whassup!"

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So I took her to my home, put the lights on, girl was stacked
Never seen a baby with a set of (!!!) like that
Tried to be real smooth, she was on her defense
"We'll just talk, baby girl" as I lit the incense (hey!)
No..no...just tryin' to help the mood
I had to tell her the truth, I didn't wanna be rude
I told her "Please, sit down, just relax, little miss."
While I tried to find a Maxwell disc
Slide in next to her, I'm impressed with her
Tell the baby I appreciate that dress she wore
I know, but as a matter of fact
The color black is an aphrodisiac, so I laid back
What came next, I can't repeat
But it's sweet comin' from a hottie so petite
And it felt so good that when she finally came up
I couldn't think! But my lips moved..."whassup!"

chorus

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