What song makes you wanna jump around?



Bodies- Drowning Pool

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor Beaten why for
Can't take much more
One - Nothing wrong with me
Two - Nothing wrong with me
Three - Nothing wrong with me
Four - Nothing wrong with me
One - Something's got to give
Two - Something's got to give
Three - Something's got to give
Now
Let the bodies hit the floor
Push me again
This is the end
Skin against skin blood and bone
You're all by yourself but you're not alone
You wanted in now you're here
Driven by hate consumed by fear
Let the bodies hit the floor

Jump Around

Pack it up, pack it in
Let me begin
I came to win
Battle me, that's a sin

I won't ever slack up
Punk you better back up
Try and play the role and yo 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 up touch the ceiling

Muggs lifts a funk flow
Someone's talking junk, yo
I'll bust him in the eye
And then I'll take the punk's ho

Feelin', funkin'
Amps in the trunk, and
I got more rhymes than there's cops that at a Dunkin'
Donut shop
Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill
Plus my mom and my pops

I came to get down
I came to get down
So get out your seat and jump around
Jump around
Jump around
Jump around
Jump up Jump up and get down.
Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump

I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe
If your girl 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 on me - you'll get burned
Cause I got lyrics but you ain't got none
If you come to battle bring a shotgun [shotgun]!

But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the death
Tryin' to step to me - you'll take your last breath
I got the skill, come get your fill
'Cause when I shoot to give, I shoot to kill

I came to get down
I came to get down
So get out your seat and jump around
Jump around
Jump around
Jump around
Jump up Jump up and get down.
Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump

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
Tryin' to play me out as if my name was Sega

But I ain't going out like no punk b!tch
Get used to one style and you know I might switch
It up up and around, then buck buck get down
Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn Of The Dead

I'm coming to get ya, I'm coming to get ya
Spitting out lyrics, homie I'll wet ya

I came to get down
I came to get down
So get out your seat and jump around
Jump around
Jump around
Jump around
Jump up Jump up and get down.
Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump

Jump up Jump up and get down.
Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump
Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump Jump

Yo, this is dedicated
To Joe "DeBerg" Dakota
Grab the bozac, punk

Strangers In The Night - Frank Sinatra