[{"id":14880807,"name":"The Jump Off","trackName":"The Jump Off","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"The Jump Off","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Whoa (whoa)\nWhoa (yeah)\nAyy-yo, Timb man (what?)\nIt's, \"The Jump Off\" right here man (jump off!)\n\nDamn (yeah)\nWhoa (whoa!)\nWhoa (whoa!)\nWhoa (it's Queen Bee nigga) it's, \"The Jump Off\"\n(C'mon)\n\nI've been gone for a minute, now I'm back with \"The Jump Off\" (jump off)\nGoons in the club in case somethin' jumps off\nAnd back up 'fore the hive let the pumps off\nIn the graveyard is where you get stomped off\n\nAll we wanna do is party (whoo, yeah)\nAnd buy everybody at the bar Bacardi, uh-huh (whoo)\nBlack Barbie dressed in Bulgari (ah)\nI'm tryin' to leave in somebody's Ferrari\n\nSpread love, that's what the real mob do\nKeep it gangsta, look out for her people (for her people)\nI'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (a-yo)\nOr out, come the beast\n\nWe the best, still there's room for improvement (improvement)\nOur presence is felt like a Black Panther movement\nSeven quarter to eights, back to back with 'em (back to back)\nAnd I'm sittin' on chrome, seven times platinum\n\nThis is for my peeps (aha)\nWith the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz (whoa-oh)\nEscalades, 23-inch rims (oh)\nJumpin' out the Jaguar with the Timbs\n\n(A-yo) keep your bread up and live good (live good)\nEast coast, West coast, to worldwide\nAll my playas in the hood stay fly (stay fly)\nAnd if you're ballin' let me hear you say, \"Right\" (right)\n\nIt's Lil' Kim and Timberland, nigga shit ya drawers (c'mon)\nSpecial delivery (it's for you and yours) for you and yours (man)\nI rep the bitches, he rep the boys (a-ha)\nIf you rep for your hood, then make some noise\n\nI got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat (yeah)\nDon't need no Queen Bee, got the ill deep throat, uh\nLet me show you what I'm all about (c'mon)\nHow I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth, ho (whoo)\n\nShake up the dice, throw down your ice (what?)\nBet it all playa, fuck the price\nMoney ain't a thing, throw it out like rice\nBeen around the world (ayy, ayy) cop the same thing twice\n\nRub on my tits (huh?) Squeeze on my ass (ooh)\nGimme some- (huh) step on the gas (ah)\nPop the cork and roll up the hash (roll it!)\nYou know what we about, sex, drugs and cash (c'mon)\n\nThis is for my peeps (ah-ha, to my peeps)\nWith the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz (whoa-oh)\nEscalades, 23-inch rims (ah, hey)\nJumpin' out the Jaguar with the Timbs (they big?)\n\nKeep your bread up and live good (ah-ha)\nEast coast, West coast, worldwide (wide)\nAll my playas in the hood stay fly (stay fly, ladies)\nAnd if you're ballin' let me hear you say, \"Right\" (right)\n\nEnter the world of the Playboy pin-up girl\nButt naked, dressed in nothin' but pearls\nYou wanna meet me 'cause you, know I'm freaky and ya\nWanna eat me (ah) 'cause ya, say I'm sexy\n\nGot a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\nBelieve me sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy\nNo need to be greedy, I got mad friends that's pretty (hey)\nChicks by the layers (and) all different flavors (whoo)\n\nMafioso, that's how this thing go (yeah)\nNow everybody come get with the lingo (yeah)\nShake your body-body, move your body-body (body-body)\nOn the dance floor, don't hurt nobody-body (body-body, ayy)\n\nI'm the one who put the range in the Rover\nWhen I'm steppin' out the Range, yo, it's over\nComin' through in the Brooklyn Mint gear (c'mon)\nWe 'gon' do this (a-yo) just like Big Pap' was here (c'mon)\n\nThis is for my peeps (ah-ha, peeps)\nWith the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz (whoa-oh)\nEscalades, 23-inch rims (ayy)\nJumpin' out the Jaguar with the Timbs\n\nAnd keep ya bread up (whoa) and live good (live good)\nEast coast, West coast, worldwide\nAll my playas in the hood stay fly (stay fly, baby)\nAnd if you're ballin' let me hear you say, \"Right\" (right)\n\nYeah, to the what? Um\nYeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up\nYeah, and worldwide\nAnd stay fly nigga\n\nYeah, man (right, right, right, right)\nQueen Bee, LB, two thousand fuckin' three\nWhy not? We makin' it hot\nCome through, blow the spot (spot)\n\nC'mon, yeah, ay-o\nShe back at it, why wouldn't she be? (C'mon, yeah)\nB.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nL's, light 'em, oh","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.92] Whoa (whoa)\n[00:04.28] Whoa (yeah)\n[00:06.43] Ayy-yo, Timb man (what?)\n[00:07.68] It's, \"The Jump Off\" right here man (jump off!)\n[00:09.85] Damn (yeah)\n[00:11.03] Whoa (whoa!)\n[00:13.37] Whoa (whoa!)\n[00:15.87] Whoa (it's Queen Bee nigga) it's, \"The Jump Off\"\n[00:17.56] (C'mon)\n[00:17.96] I've been gone for a minute, now I'm back with \"The Jump Off\" (jump off)\n[00:20.96] Goons in the club in case somethin' jumps off\n[00:23.05] And back up 'fore the hive let the pumps off\n[00:25.46] In the graveyard is where you get stomped off\n[00:28.02] All we wanna do is party (whoo, yeah)\n[00:29.79] And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi, uh-huh (whoo)\n[00:32.23] Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari (ah)\n[00:34.55] I'm tryin' to leave in somebody's Ferrari\n[00:36.74] Spread love, that's what the real mob do\n[00:39.28] Keep it gangsta, look out for her people (for her people)\n[00:41.43] I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (a-yo)\n[00:44.12] Or out, come the beast\n[00:46.04] We the best, still there's room for improvement (improvement)\n[00:47.90] Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement\n[00:50.68] Seven quarter to eights, back to back with 'em (back to back)\n[00:52.47] And I'm sittin' on chrome, seven times platinum\n[00:54.22] This is for my peeps (aha)\n[00:55.73] With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz (whoa-oh)\n[00:58.12] Escalades, 23-inch rims (oh)\n[01:00.41] Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Timbs\n[01:02.29] (A-yo) keep your bread up and live good (live good)\n[01:05.01] East coast, West coast, to worldwide\n[01:07.03] All my playas in the hood stay fly (stay fly)\n[01:08.97] And if you're ballin' let me hear you say, \"Right\" (right)\n[01:12.56] It's Lil' Kim and Timberland, nigga shit ya drawers (c'mon)\n[01:15.43] Special delivery (it's for you and yours) for you and yours (man)\n[01:17.62] I rep the bitches, he rep the boys (a-ha)\n[01:19.98] If you rep for your hood, then make some noise\n[01:21.89] I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat (yeah)\n[01:24.50] Don't need no Queen Bee, got the ill deep throat, uh\n[01:27.03] Let me show you what I'm all about (c'mon)\n[01:28.96] How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth, ho (whoo)\n[01:31.76] Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (what?)\n[01:34.09] Bet it all playa, fuck the price\n[01:36.12] Money ain't a thing, throw it out like rice\n[01:38.48] Been around the world (ayy, ayy) cop the same thing twice\n[01:41.08] Rub on my tits (huh?) Squeeze on my ass (ooh)\n[01:43.16] Gimme some- (huh) step on the gas (ah)\n[01:45.43] Pop the cork and roll up the hash (roll it!)\n[01:47.33] You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash (c'mon)\n[01:49.34] This is for my peeps (ah-ha, to my peeps)\n[01:50.67] With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz (whoa-oh)\n[01:52.85] Escalades, 23-inch rims (ah, hey)\n[01:55.09] Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Timbs (they big?)\n[01:57.58] Keep your bread up and live good (ah-ha)\n[01:59.83] East coast, West coast, worldwide (wide)\n[02:02.26] All my playas in the hood stay fly (stay fly, ladies)\n[02:04.20] And if you're ballin' let me hear you say, \"Right\" (right)\n[02:07.67] Enter the world of the Playboy pin-up girl\n[02:10.19] Butt naked, dressed in nothin' but pearls\n[02:12.91] You wanna meet me 'cause you, know I'm freaky and ya\n[02:15.17] Wanna eat me (ah) 'cause ya, say I'm sexy\n[02:17.10] Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\n[02:19.45] Believe me sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy\n[02:21.64] No need to be greedy, I got mad friends that's pretty (hey)\n[02:24.05] Chicks by the layers (and) all different flavors (whoo)\n[02:26.87] Mafioso, that's how this thing go (yeah)\n[02:28.77] Now everybody come get with the lingo (yeah)\n[02:31.15] Shake your body-body, move your body-body (body-body)\n[02:33.67] On the dance floor, don't hurt nobody-body (body-body, ayy)\n[02:35.77] I'm the one who put the range in the Rover\n[02:38.18] When I'm steppin' out the Range, yo, it's over\n[02:40.43] Comin' through in the Brooklyn Mint gear (c'mon)\n[02:42.13] We 'gon' do this (a-yo) just like Big Pap' was here (c'mon)\n[02:43.78] This is for my peeps (ah-ha, peeps)\n[02:45.56] With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz (whoa-oh)\n[02:47.92] Escalades, 23-inch rims (ayy)\n[02:50.17] Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Timbs\n[02:52.22] And keep ya bread up (whoa) and live good (live good)\n[02:54.86] East coast, West coast, worldwide\n[02:57.00] All my playas in the hood stay fly (stay fly, baby)\n[02:59.27] And if you're ballin' let me hear you say, \"Right\" (right)\n[03:03.53] Yeah, to the what? Um\n[03:07.76] Yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up\n[03:12.06] Yeah, and worldwide\n[03:16.31] And stay fly nigga\n[03:18.29] Yeah, man (right, right, right, right)\n[03:21.53] Queen Bee, LB, two thousand fuckin' three\n[03:26.12] Why not? We makin' it hot\n[03:28.37] Come through, blow the spot (spot)\n[03:31.22] C'mon, yeah, ay-o\n[03:35.13] She back at it, why wouldn't she be? (C'mon, yeah)\n[03:40.94] B.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[03:44.53] L's, light 'em, oh\n[03:47.99] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Jump Off\n  artist: Lil' Kim\n  album: The Jump Off\n  duration_ms: 234000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Whoa (whoa)\n  start_ms: 1920\n  end_ms: 4280\n- text: Whoa (yeah)\n  start_ms: 4280\n  end_ms: 6430\n- text: Ayy-yo, Timb man (what?)\n  start_ms: 6430\n  end_ms: 7680\n- text: It's, \"The Jump Off\" right here man (jump off!)\n  start_ms: 7680\n  end_ms: 9850\n- text: Damn (yeah)\n  start_ms: 9850\n  end_ms: 11030\n- text: Whoa (whoa!)\n  start_ms: 11030\n  end_ms: 13370\n- text: Whoa (whoa!)\n  start_ms: 13370\n  end_ms: 15870\n- text: Whoa (it's Queen Bee nigga) it's, \"The Jump Off\"\n  start_ms: 15870\n  end_ms: 17560\n- text: (C'mon)\n  start_ms: 17560\n  end_ms: 17960\n- text: I've been gone for a minute, now I'm back with \"The Jump Off\" (jump off)\n  start_ms: 17960\n  end_ms: 20960\n- text: Goons in the club in case somethin' jumps off\n  start_ms: 20960\n  end_ms: 23050\n- text: And back up 'fore the hive let the pumps off\n  start_ms: 23050\n  end_ms: 25460\n- text: In the graveyard is where you get stomped off\n  start_ms: 25460\n  end_ms: 28020\n- text: All we wanna do is party (whoo, yeah)\n  start_ms: 28020\n  end_ms: 29790\n- text: And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi, uh-huh (whoo)\n  start_ms: 29790\n  end_ms: 32230\n- text: Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari (ah)\n  start_ms: 32230\n  end_ms: 34550\n- text: I'm tryin' to leave in somebody's Ferrari\n  start_ms: 34550\n  end_ms: 36740\n- text: Spread love, that's what the real mob do\n  start_ms: 36740\n  end_ms: 39280\n- text: Keep it gangsta, look out for her people (for her people)\n  start_ms: 39280\n  end_ms: 41430\n- text: I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (a-yo)\n  start_ms: 41430\n  end_ms: 44120\n- text: Or out, come the beast\n  start_ms: 44120\n  end_ms: 46040\n- text: We the best, still there's room for improvement (improvement)\n  start_ms: 46040\n  end_ms: 47900\n- text: Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement\n  start_ms: 47900\n  end_ms: 50680\n- text: Seven quarter to eights, back to back with 'em (back to back)\n  start_ms: 50680\n  end_ms: 52470\n- text: And I'm sittin' on chrome, seven times platinum\n  start_ms: 52470\n  end_ms: 54220\n- text: This is for my peeps (aha)\n  start_ms: 54220\n  end_ms: 55730\n- text: With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz (whoa-oh)\n  start_ms: 55730\n  end_ms: 58120\n- text: Escalades, 23-inch rims (oh)\n  start_ms: 58120\n  end_ms: 60410\n- text: Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Timbs\n  start_ms: 60410\n  end_ms: 62290\n- text: (A-yo) keep your bread up and live good (live good)\n  start_ms: 62290\n  end_ms: 65010\n- text: East coast, West coast, to worldwide\n  start_ms: 65010\n  end_ms: 67030\n- text: All my playas in the hood stay fly (stay fly)\n  start_ms: 67030\n  end_ms: 68970\n- text: And if you're ballin' let me hear you say, \"Right\" (right)\n  start_ms: 68970\n  end_ms: 72560\n- text: It's Lil' Kim and Timberland, nigga shit ya drawers (c'mon)\n  start_ms: 72560\n  end_ms: 75430\n- text: Special delivery (it's for you and yours) for you and yours (man)\n  start_ms: 75430\n  end_ms: 77620\n- text: I rep the bitches, he rep the boys (a-ha)\n  start_ms: 77620\n  end_ms: 79980\n- text: If you rep for your hood, then make some noise\n  start_ms: 79980\n  end_ms: 81890\n- text: I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat (yeah)\n  start_ms: 81890\n  end_ms: 84500\n- text: Don't need no Queen Bee, got the ill deep throat, uh\n  start_ms: 84500\n  end_ms: 87030\n- text: Let me show you what I'm all about (c'mon)\n  start_ms: 87030\n  end_ms: 88960\n- text: How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth, ho (whoo)\n  start_ms: 88960\n  end_ms: 91760\n- text: Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (what?)\n  start_ms: 91760\n  end_ms: 94090\n- text: Bet it all playa, fuck the price\n  start_ms: 94090\n  end_ms: 96120\n- text: Money ain't a thing, throw it out like rice\n  start_ms: 96120\n  end_ms: 98480\n- text: Been around the world (ayy, ayy) cop the same thing twice\n  start_ms: 98480\n  end_ms: 101080\n- text: Rub on my tits (huh?) 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(It's Queen Bee nigga)\nIt's the jump off (Come on)\n\nI been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)\nGoons in the club in case somethin jumps off\nAnd back up before the hive let the pumps off\nIn the graveyard is where you gets jumped off\nAll we wanna do is party (Woo!)\nAnd buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)\nBlack Barbie dressed in Bulgari\nI'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari\n\nSpread love that's what a real mob do\nKeep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)\nI'm the wicked *tch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)\nOr out come the beast\nWe the best still there's room for improvement\nOur presence is felt like a Black Panther movement\nSeven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)\nAnd I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum\n\nThis is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\nEscalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\nJumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up\nAnd live good, East coast West coast worldwide\nAll my playas in the hood stay fly\nAnd if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\nIt's Lil' Kim and Timbaland ni-s shit ya drawers (Come on)\nSpecial delivery for you and yours (Now)\nI rep for b-s he rep for boys (Uh ha)\nIf you rep for your hood then make some noise\nI got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat\nDon't you know Queen Bee got the I'll deep th-\nUh! Let me show you what I'm all about\nHow I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth... HO!!!!\n\nShake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)\nBet it all playa f- the price\nMoney ain't a thing throw it out like rice\nBeen around the world cop the same thing twice\nRub on my - (Huh!) squeeze on my - (Oooh!)\nGimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah)\nPop the cork and roll up the hatch (Roll it!)\nYou know what we about, sex, drugs and cash\n\nThis is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\nEscalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\nJumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up\nAnd live good, East coast West coast worldwide\nAll my playas in the hood stay fly\nAnd if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\nEnter the world of the playboy pin up girl\nButt naked dressed in nothin but pearls\nYou wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky\nAnd ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy\nGot a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\nBelieve me sweety I got enough to feed the needy\nNo need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)\nChicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)\n\nMafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)\nNow everybody come get with the lingo\nShake your body body, move your body body (Body body)\nOn the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)\nI'm the one that put the Range in the Rover\nWhen I'm steppin out the ring yo it's over\nComin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear\nWe 'gone do this just like Big Pop was here\n\nThis is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\nEscalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\nJumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real\nAnd live good, East coast West coast worldwide\nAll my playas in the hood stay fly\nAnd if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\nYeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwide\nAnd stay fly, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB\nTwo thousand and, three, why not? we makin it hot come thru, hold ya spot\n\nHey yo' she back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah\nB.I.G. 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HO!!!!\n\n  Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)\n  Bet it all playa f- the price\n  Money ain't a thing throw it out like rice\n  Been around the world cop the same thing twice\n  Rub on my - (Huh!) squeeze on my - (Oooh!)\n  Gimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah)\n  Pop the cork and roll up the hatch (Roll it!)\n  You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash\n\n  This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\n  Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\n  Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up\n  And live good, East coast West coast worldwide\n  All my playas in the hood stay fly\n  And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\n  Enter the world of the playboy pin up girl\n  Butt naked dressed in nothin but pearls\n  You wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky\n  And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy\n  Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\n  Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy\n  No need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)\n  Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)\n\n  Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)\n  Now everybody come get with the lingo\n  Shake your body body, move your body body (Body body)\n  On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)\n  I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover\n  When I'm steppin out the ring yo it's over\n  Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear\n  We 'gone do this just like Big Pop was here\n\n  This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\n  Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\n  Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real\n  And live good, East coast West coast worldwide\n  All my playas in the hood stay fly\n  And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\n  Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwide\n  And stay fly, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB\n  Two thousand and, three, why not? we makin it hot come thru, hold ya spot\n\n  Hey yo' she back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah\n  B.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh...\n"},{"id":35778286,"name":"The Jump Off","trackName":"The Jump Off","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"The Jump Off","duration":32.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)\nAiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)\nWhoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)\nIt's the jump off (Come on)\n\nI been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)\nGoons in the club in case somethin jumps off\nAnd back up before the hive let the pumps off\nIn the graveyard is where you gets jumped off\nAll we wanna do is party (Woo!)\nAnd buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)\nBlack Barbie dressed in Bulgari\nI'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari\n\nSpread love that's what a real mob do\nKeep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)\nI'm the wicked *tch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)\nOr out come the beast\nWe the best still there's room for improvement\nOur presence is felt like a Black Panther movement\nSeven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)\nAnd I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum\n\nThis is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\nEscalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\nJumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up\nAnd live good, East coast West coast worldwide\nAll my playas in the hood stay fly\nAnd if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\nIt's Lil' Kim and Timbaland ni-s shit ya drawers (Come on)\nSpecial delivery for you and yours (Now)\nI rep for b-s he rep for boys (Uh ha)\nIf you rep for your hood then make some noise\nI got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat\nDon't you know Queen Bee got the I'll deep th-\nUh! Let me show you what I'm all about\nHow I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth... HO!!!!\n\nShake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)\nBet it all playa f- the price\nMoney ain't a thing throw it out like rice\nBeen around the world cop the same thing twice\nRub on my - (Huh!) squeeze on my - (Oooh!)\nGimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah)\nPop the cork and roll up the hatch (Roll it!)\nYou know what we about, sex, drugs and cash\n\nThis is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\nEscalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\nJumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up\nAnd live good, East coast West coast worldwide\nAll my playas in the hood stay fly\nAnd if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\nEnter the world of the playboy pin up girl\nButt naked dressed in nothin but pearls\nYou wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky\nAnd ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy\nGot a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\nBelieve me sweety I got enough to feed the needy\nNo need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)\nChicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)\n\nMafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)\nNow everybody come get with the lingo\nShake your body body, move your body body (Body body)\nOn the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)\nI'm the one that put the Range in the Rover\nWhen I'm steppin out the ring yo it's over\nComin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear\nWe 'gone do this just like Big Pop was here\n\nThis is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\nEscalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\nJumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real\nAnd live good, East coast West coast worldwide\nAll my playas in the hood stay fly\nAnd if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\nYeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwide\nAnd stay fly, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB\nTwo thousand and, three, why not? we makin it hot come thru, hold ya spot\n\nHey yo' she back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah\nB.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh...","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.98] Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)\n[00:07.79] Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)\n[00:10.54] Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! 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Let me show you what I'm all about\n[01:30.44] How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth... HO!!!!\n[01:32.96] Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)\n[01:35.08] Bet it all playa f- the price\n[01:37.39] Money ain't a thing throw it out like rice\n[01:39.48] Been around the world cop the same thing twice\n[01:41.72] Rub on my - (Huh!) squeeze on my - (Oooh!)\n[01:44.42] Gimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah)\n[01:46.98] Pop the cork and roll up the hatch (Roll it!)\n[01:48.88] You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash\n[01:50.91] This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\n[01:54.10] Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\n[01:56.57] Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up\n[01:59.84] And live good, East coast West coast worldwide\n[02:03.17] All my playas in the hood stay fly\n[02:05.42] And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n[02:08.75] Enter the world of the playboy pin up girl\n[02:11.25] Butt naked dressed in nothin but pearls\n[02:14.49] You wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky\n[02:16.08] And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy\n[02:18.37] Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\n[02:20.48] Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy\n[02:22.87] No need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)\n[02:25.32] Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)\n[02:27.81] Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)\n[02:30.06] Now everybody come get with the lingo\n[02:32.14] Shake your body body, move your body body (Body body)\n[02:34.68] On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)\n[02:37.26] I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover\n[02:39.40] When I'm steppin out the ring yo it's over\n[02:41.62] Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear\n[02:43.89] We 'gone do this just like Big Pop was here\n[02:45.93] This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\n[02:48.78] Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\n[02:51.16] Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real\n[02:53.63] And live good, East coast West coast worldwide\n[02:58.08] All my playas in the hood stay fly\n[03:00.57] And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n[03:05.75] Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwide\n[03:17.96] And stay fly, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB\n[03:25.46] Two thousand and, three, why not? we makin it hot come thru, hold ya spot\n[03:36.25] Hey yo' she back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah\n[03:42.66] B.I.G. 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(It's Queen Bee nigga)\nIt's the jump off (Come on)\n\nI been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)\nGoons in the club in case somethin jumps off\nAnd back up before the hive let the pumps off\nIn the graveyard is where you gets jumped off\nAll we wanna do is party (Woo!)\nAnd buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)\nBlack Barbie dressed in Bulgari\nI'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari\n\nSpread love that's what a real mob do\nKeep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)\nI'm the wicked *tch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)\nOr out come the beast\nWe the best still there's room for improvement\nOur presence is felt like a Black Panther movement\nSeven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)\nAnd I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum\n\nThis is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\nEscalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\nJumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up\nAnd live good, East coast West coast worldwide\nAll my playas in the hood stay fly\nAnd if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\nIt's Lil' Kim and Timbaland ni-s shit ya drawers (Come on)\nSpecial delivery for you and yours (Now)\nI rep for b-s he rep for boys (Uh ha)\nIf you rep for your hood then make some noise\nI got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat\nDon't you know Queen Bee got the I'll deep th-\nUh! Let me show you what I'm all about\nHow I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth... HO!!!!\n\nShake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)\nBet it all playa f- the price\nMoney ain't a thing throw it out like rice\nBeen around the world cop the same thing twice\nRub on my - (Huh!) squeeze on my - (Oooh!)\nGimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah)\nPop the cork and roll up the hatch (Roll it!)\nYou know what we about, sex, drugs and cash\n\nThis is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\nEscalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\nJumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up\nAnd live good, East coast West coast worldwide\nAll my playas in the hood stay fly\nAnd if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\nEnter the world of the playboy pin up girl\nButt naked dressed in nothin but pearls\nYou wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky\nAnd ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy\nGot a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\nBelieve me sweety I got enough to feed the needy\nNo need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)\nChicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)\n\nMafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)\nNow everybody come get with the lingo\nShake your body body, move your body body (Body body)\nOn the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)\nI'm the one that put the Range in the Rover\nWhen I'm steppin out the ring yo it's over\nComin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear\nWe 'gone do this just like Big Pop was here\n\nThis is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\nEscalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\nJumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real\nAnd live good, East coast West coast worldwide\nAll my playas in the hood stay fly\nAnd if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\nYeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwide\nAnd stay fly, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB\nTwo thousand and, three, why not? we makin it hot come thru, hold ya spot\n\nHey yo' she back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah\nB.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh...","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.98] Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)\n[00:07.79] Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)\n[00:10.54] Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! 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(It's Queen Bee nigga)\nIt's the jump off (Come on)\n\nI been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)\nGoons in the club in case somethin jumps off\nAnd back up before the hive let the pumps off\nIn the graveyard is where you gets jumped off\nAll we wanna do is party (Woo!)\nAnd buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)\nBlack Barbie dressed in Bulgari\nI'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari\n\nSpread love that's what a real mob do\nKeep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)\nI'm the wicked *tch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)\nOr out come the beast\nWe the best still there's room for improvement\nOur presence is felt like a Black Panther movement\nSeven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)\nAnd I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum\n\nThis is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\nEscalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\nJumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up\nAnd live good, East coast West coast worldwide\nAll my playas in the hood stay fly\nAnd if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\nIt's Lil' Kim and Timbaland ni-s shit ya drawers (Come on)\nSpecial delivery for you and yours (Now)\nI rep for b-s he rep for boys (Uh ha)\nIf you rep for your hood then make some noise\nI got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat\nDon't you know Queen Bee got the I'll deep th-\nUh! Let me show you what I'm all about\nHow I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth... HO!!!!\n\nShake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)\nBet it all playa f- the price\nMoney ain't a thing throw it out like rice\nBeen around the world cop the same thing twice\nRub on my - (Huh!) squeeze on my - (Oooh!)\nGimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah)\nPop the cork and roll up the hatch (Roll it!)\nYou know what we about, sex, drugs and cash\n\nThis is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\nEscalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\nJumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up\nAnd live good, East coast West coast worldwide\nAll my playas in the hood stay fly\nAnd if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\nEnter the world of the playboy pin up girl\nButt naked dressed in nothin but pearls\nYou wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky\nAnd ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy\nGot a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\nBelieve me sweety I got enough to feed the needy\nNo need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)\nChicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)\n\nMafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)\nNow everybody come get with the lingo\nShake your body body, move your body body (Body body)\nOn the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)\nI'm the one that put the Range in the Rover\nWhen I'm steppin out the ring yo it's over\nComin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear\nWe 'gone do this just like Big Pop was here\n\nThis is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\nEscalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\nJumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real\nAnd live good, East coast West coast worldwide\nAll my playas in the hood stay fly\nAnd if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\nYeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwide\nAnd stay fly, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB\nTwo thousand and, three, why not? we makin it hot come thru, hold ya spot\n\nHey yo' she back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah\nB.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh...","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.98] Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)\n[00:07.79] Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)\n[00:10.54] Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! 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Let me show you what I'm all about\n[01:30.44] How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth... HO!!!!\n[01:32.96] Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)\n[01:35.08] Bet it all playa f- the price\n[01:37.39] Money ain't a thing throw it out like rice\n[01:39.48] Been around the world cop the same thing twice\n[01:41.72] Rub on my - (Huh!) squeeze on my - (Oooh!)\n[01:44.42] Gimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah)\n[01:46.98] Pop the cork and roll up the hatch (Roll it!)\n[01:48.88] You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash\n[01:50.91] This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\n[01:54.10] Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\n[01:56.57] Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up\n[01:59.84] And live good, East coast West coast worldwide\n[02:03.17] All my playas in the hood stay fly\n[02:05.42] And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n[02:08.75] Enter the world of the playboy pin up girl\n[02:11.25] Butt naked dressed in nothin but pearls\n[02:14.49] You wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky\n[02:16.08] And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy\n[02:18.37] Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\n[02:20.48] Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy\n[02:22.87] No need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)\n[02:25.32] Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)\n[02:27.81] Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)\n[02:30.06] Now everybody come get with the lingo\n[02:32.14] Shake your body body, move your body body (Body body)\n[02:34.68] On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)\n[02:37.26] I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover\n[02:39.40] When I'm steppin out the ring yo it's over\n[02:41.62] Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear\n[02:43.89] We 'gone do this just like Big Pop was here\n[02:45.93] This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\n[02:48.78] Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\n[02:51.16] Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real\n[02:53.63] And live good, East coast West coast worldwide\n[02:58.08] All my playas in the hood stay fly\n[03:00.57] And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n[03:05.75] Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwide\n[03:17.96] And stay fly, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB\n[03:25.46] Two thousand and, three, why not? we makin it hot come thru, hold ya spot\n[03:36.25] Hey yo' she back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah\n[03:42.66] B.I.G. 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(It's Queen Bee nigga)\n  It's the jump off (Come on)\n\n  I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)\n  Goons in the club in case somethin jumps off\n  And back up before the hive let the pumps off\n  In the graveyard is where you gets jumped off\n  All we wanna do is party (Woo!)\n  And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)\n  Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari\n  I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari\n\n  Spread love that's what a real mob do\n  Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)\n  I'm the wicked *tch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)\n  Or out come the beast\n  We the best still there's room for improvement\n  Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement\n  Seven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)\n  And I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum\n\n  This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\n  Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\n  Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up\n  And live good, East coast West coast worldwide\n  All my playas in the hood stay fly\n  And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\n  It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland ni-s shit ya drawers (Come on)\n  Special delivery for you and yours (Now)\n  I rep for b-s he rep for boys (Uh ha)\n  If you rep for your hood then make some noise\n  I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat\n  Don't you know Queen Bee got the I'll deep th-\n  Uh! Let me show you what I'm all about\n  How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth... HO!!!!\n\n  Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)\n  Bet it all playa f- the price\n  Money ain't a thing throw it out like rice\n  Been around the world cop the same thing twice\n  Rub on my - (Huh!) squeeze on my - (Oooh!)\n  Gimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah)\n  Pop the cork and roll up the hatch (Roll it!)\n  You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash\n\n  This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\n  Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\n  Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up\n  And live good, East coast West coast worldwide\n  All my playas in the hood stay fly\n  And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\n  Enter the world of the playboy pin up girl\n  Butt naked dressed in nothin but pearls\n  You wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky\n  And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy\n  Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\n  Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy\n  No need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)\n  Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)\n\n  Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)\n  Now everybody come get with the lingo\n  Shake your body body, move your body body (Body body)\n  On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)\n  I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover\n  When I'm steppin out the ring yo it's over\n  Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear\n  We 'gone do this just like Big Pop was here\n\n  This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\n  Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\n  Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real\n  And live good, East coast West coast worldwide\n  All my playas in the hood stay fly\n  And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\n  Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwide\n  And stay fly, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB\n  Two thousand and, three, why not? we makin it hot come thru, hold ya spot\n\n  Hey yo' she back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah\n  B.I.G. 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(It's Queen Bee nigga)\nIt's the jump off (Come on)\n\nI been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)\nGoons in the club in case somethin jumps off\nAnd back up before the hive let the pumps off\nIn the graveyard is where you gets jumped off\nAll we wanna do is party (Woo!)\nAnd buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)\nBlack Barbie dressed in Bulgari\nI'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari\n\nSpread love that's what a real mob do\nKeep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)\nI'm the wicked *tch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)\nOr out come the beast\nWe the best still there's room for improvement\nOur presence is felt like a Black Panther movement\nSeven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)\nAnd I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum\n\nThis is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\nEscalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\nJumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up\nAnd live good, East coast West coast worldwide\nAll my playas in the hood stay fly\nAnd if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\nIt's Lil' Kim and Timbaland ni-s shit ya drawers (Come on)\nSpecial delivery for you and yours (Now)\nI rep for b-s he rep for boys (Uh ha)\nIf you rep for your hood then make some noise\nI got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat\nDon't you know Queen Bee got the I'll deep th-\nUh! Let me show you what I'm all about\nHow I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth... HO!!!!\n\nShake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)\nBet it all playa f- the price\nMoney ain't a thing throw it out like rice\nBeen around the world cop the same thing twice\nRub on my - (Huh!) squeeze on my - (Oooh!)\nGimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah)\nPop the cork and roll up the hatch (Roll it!)\nYou know what we about, sex, drugs and cash\n\nThis is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\nEscalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\nJumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up\nAnd live good, East coast West coast worldwide\nAll my playas in the hood stay fly\nAnd if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\nEnter the world of the playboy pin up girl\nButt naked dressed in nothin but pearls\nYou wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky\nAnd ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy\nGot a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\nBelieve me sweety I got enough to feed the needy\nNo need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)\nChicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)\n\nMafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)\nNow everybody come get with the lingo\nShake your body body, move your body body (Body body)\nOn the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)\nI'm the one that put the Range in the Rover\nWhen I'm steppin out the ring yo it's over\nComin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear\nWe 'gone do this just like Big Pop was here\n\nThis is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\nEscalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\nJumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real\nAnd live good, East coast West coast worldwide\nAll my playas in the hood stay fly\nAnd if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\nYeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwide\nAnd stay fly, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB\nTwo thousand and, three, why not? we makin it hot come thru, hold ya spot\n\nHey yo' she back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah\nB.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh...","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.98] Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)\n[00:07.79] Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)\n[00:10.54] Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)\n[00:18.60] It's the jump off (Come on)\n[00:19.41] I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)\n[00:21.70] Goons in the club in case somethin jumps off\n[00:24.02] And back up before the hive let the pumps off\n[00:26.23] In the graveyard is where you gets jumped off\n[00:28.61] All we wanna do is party (Woo!)\n[00:31.13] And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)\n[00:33.26] Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari\n[00:35.50] I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari\n[00:37.72] Spread love that's what a real mob do\n[00:39.93] Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)\n[00:42.65] I'm the wicked *tch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)\n[00:44.13] Or out come the beast\n[00:47.37] We the best still there's room for improvement\n[00:49.21] Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement\n[00:51.90] Seven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)\n[00:53.95] And I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum\n[00:56.09] This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\n[00:59.19] Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\n[01:01.45] Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up\n[01:04.74] And live good, East coast West coast worldwide\n[01:08.05] All my playas in the hood stay fly\n[01:10.44] And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n[01:13.84] It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland ni-s shit ya drawers (Come on)\n[01:16.68] Special delivery for you and yours (Now)\n[01:18.94] I rep for b-s he rep for boys (Uh ha)\n[01:21.01] If you rep for your hood then make some noise\n[01:23.38] I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat\n[01:25.22] Don't you know Queen Bee got the I'll deep th-\n[01:27.82] Uh! Let me show you what I'm all about\n[01:30.44] How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth... HO!!!!\n[01:32.96] Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)\n[01:35.08] Bet it all playa f- the price\n[01:37.39] Money ain't a thing throw it out like rice\n[01:39.48] Been around the world cop the same thing twice\n[01:41.72] Rub on my - (Huh!) squeeze on my - (Oooh!)\n[01:44.42] Gimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah)\n[01:46.98] Pop the cork and roll up the hatch (Roll it!)\n[01:48.88] You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash\n[01:50.91] This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\n[01:54.10] Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\n[01:56.57] Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up\n[01:59.84] And live good, East coast West coast worldwide\n[02:03.17] All my playas in the hood stay fly\n[02:05.42] And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n[02:08.75] Enter the world of the playboy pin up girl\n[02:11.25] Butt naked dressed in nothin but pearls\n[02:14.49] You wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky\n[02:16.08] And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy\n[02:18.37] Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\n[02:20.48] Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy\n[02:22.87] No need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)\n[02:25.32] Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)\n[02:27.81] Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)\n[02:30.06] Now everybody come get with the lingo\n[02:32.14] Shake your body body, move your body body (Body body)\n[02:34.68] On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)\n[02:37.26] I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover\n[02:39.40] When I'm steppin out the ring yo it's over\n[02:41.62] Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear\n[02:43.89] We 'gone do this just like Big Pop was here\n[02:45.93] This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\n[02:48.78] Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\n[02:51.16] Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real\n[02:53.63] And live good, East coast West coast worldwide\n[02:58.08] All my playas in the hood stay fly\n[03:00.57] And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n[03:05.75] Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwide\n[03:17.96] And stay fly, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB\n[03:25.46] Two thousand and, three, why not? we makin it hot come thru, hold ya spot\n[03:36.25] Hey yo' she back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah\n[03:42.66] B.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh...\n[03:47.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Jump Off\n  artist: Lil Kim\n  album: Lil Kim Hits\n  duration_ms: 238000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 1980\n  end_ms: 7790\n- text: Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)\n  start_ms: 7790\n  end_ms: 10540\n- text: Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! 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(It's Queen Bee nigga)\n  It's the jump off (Come on)\n\n  I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)\n  Goons in the club in case somethin jumps off\n  And back up before the hive let the pumps off\n  In the graveyard is where you gets jumped off\n  All we wanna do is party (Woo!)\n  And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)\n  Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari\n  I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari\n\n  Spread love that's what a real mob do\n  Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)\n  I'm the wicked *tch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)\n  Or out come the beast\n  We the best still there's room for improvement\n  Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement\n  Seven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)\n  And I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum\n\n  This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\n  Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\n  Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up\n  And live good, East coast West coast worldwide\n  All my playas in the hood stay fly\n  And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\n  It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland ni-s shit ya drawers (Come on)\n  Special delivery for you and yours (Now)\n  I rep for b-s he rep for boys (Uh ha)\n  If you rep for your hood then make some noise\n  I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat\n  Don't you know Queen Bee got the I'll deep th-\n  Uh! Let me show you what I'm all about\n  How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth... HO!!!!\n\n  Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)\n  Bet it all playa f- the price\n  Money ain't a thing throw it out like rice\n  Been around the world cop the same thing twice\n  Rub on my - (Huh!) squeeze on my - (Oooh!)\n  Gimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah)\n  Pop the cork and roll up the hatch (Roll it!)\n  You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash\n\n  This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\n  Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\n  Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up\n  And live good, East coast West coast worldwide\n  All my playas in the hood stay fly\n  And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\n  Enter the world of the playboy pin up girl\n  Butt naked dressed in nothin but pearls\n  You wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky\n  And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy\n  Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\n  Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy\n  No need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)\n  Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)\n\n  Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)\n  Now everybody come get with the lingo\n  Shake your body body, move your body body (Body body)\n  On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)\n  I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover\n  When I'm steppin out the ring yo it's over\n  Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear\n  We 'gone do this just like Big Pop was here\n\n  This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\n  Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\n  Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real\n  And live good, East coast West coast worldwide\n  All my playas in the hood stay fly\n  And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\n  Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwide\n  And stay fly, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB\n  Two thousand and, three, why not? we makin it hot come thru, hold ya spot\n\n  Hey yo' she back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah\n  B.I.G. 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Um\nYeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up\nYeah, and worldwide\nAnd stay fly nigga\n\nYeah, man (right, right, right, right)\nQueen Bee, LB, two thousand fuckin' three\nWhy not? We makin' it hot\nCome through, blow the spot (spot)\n\nC'mon, yeah, ay-o\nShe back at it, why wouldn't she be? (C'mon, yeah)\nB.I.G. 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Um\n[03:07.74] Yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up\n[03:12.09] Yeah, and worldwide\n[03:16.39] And stay fly nigga\n[03:18.25] Yeah, man (right, right, right, right)\n[03:21.54] Queen Bee, LB, two thousand fuckin' three\n[03:26.11] Why not? We makin' it hot\n[03:28.33] Come through, blow the spot (spot)\n[03:31.26] C'mon, yeah, ay-o\n[03:35.15] She back at it, why wouldn't she be? (C'mon, yeah)\n[03:40.95] B.I.G. 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(It's Queen Bee nigga)\nIt's the jump off (Come on)\n\nI been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)\nGoons in the club in case somethin jumps off\nAnd back up before the hive let the pumps off\nIn the graveyard is where you gets jumped off\nAll we wanna do is party (Woo!)\nAnd buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)\nBlack Barbie dressed in Bulgari\nI'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari\n\nSpread love that's what a real mob do\nKeep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)\nI'm the wicked *tch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)\nOr out come the beast\nWe the best still there's room for improvement\nOur presence is felt like a Black Panther movement\nSeven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)\nAnd I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum\n\nThis is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\nEscalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\nJumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up\nAnd live good, East coast West coast worldwide\nAll my playas in the hood stay fly\nAnd if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\nIt's Lil' Kim and Timbaland ni-s shit ya drawers (Come on)\nSpecial delivery for you and yours (Now)\nI rep for b-s he rep for boys (Uh ha)\nIf you rep for your hood then make some noise\nI got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat\nDon't you know Queen Bee got the I'll deep th-\nUh! Let me show you what I'm all about\nHow I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth... HO!!!!\n\nShake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)\nBet it all playa f- the price\nMoney ain't a thing throw it out like rice\nBeen around the world cop the same thing twice\nRub on my - (Huh!) squeeze on my - (Oooh!)\nGimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah)\nPop the cork and roll up the hatch (Roll it!)\nYou know what we about, sex, drugs and cash\n\nThis is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\nEscalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\nJumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up\nAnd live good, East coast West coast worldwide\nAll my playas in the hood stay fly\nAnd if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\nEnter the world of the playboy pin up girl\nButt naked dressed in nothin but pearls\nYou wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky\nAnd ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy\nGot a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\nBelieve me sweety I got enough to feed the needy\nNo need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)\nChicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)\n\nMafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)\nNow everybody come get with the lingo\nShake your body body, move your body body (Body body)\nOn the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)\nI'm the one that put the Range in the Rover\nWhen I'm steppin out the ring yo it's over\nComin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear\nWe 'gone do this just like Big Pop was here\n\nThis is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\nEscalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\nJumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real\nAnd live good, East coast West coast worldwide\nAll my playas in the hood stay fly\nAnd if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\nYeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwide\nAnd stay fly, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB\nTwo thousand and, three, why not? we makin it hot come thru, hold ya spot\n\nHey yo' she back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah\nB.I.G. 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HO!!!!\n[01:32.96] Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)\n[01:35.08] Bet it all playa f- the price\n[01:37.39] Money ain't a thing throw it out like rice\n[01:39.48] Been around the world cop the same thing twice\n[01:41.72] Rub on my - (Huh!) squeeze on my - (Oooh!)\n[01:44.42] Gimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah)\n[01:46.98] Pop the cork and roll up the hatch (Roll it!)\n[01:48.88] You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash\n[01:50.91] This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\n[01:54.10] Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\n[01:56.57] Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up\n[01:59.84] And live good, East coast West coast worldwide\n[02:03.17] All my playas in the hood stay fly\n[02:05.42] And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n[02:08.75] Enter the world of the playboy pin up girl\n[02:11.25] Butt naked dressed in nothin but pearls\n[02:14.49] You wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky\n[02:16.08] And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy\n[02:18.37] Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\n[02:20.48] Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy\n[02:22.87] No need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)\n[02:25.32] Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)\n[02:27.81] Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)\n[02:30.06] Now everybody come get with the lingo\n[02:32.14] Shake your body body, move your body body (Body body)\n[02:34.68] On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)\n[02:37.26] I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover\n[02:39.40] When I'm steppin out the ring yo it's over\n[02:41.62] Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear\n[02:43.89] We 'gone do this just like Big Pop was here\n[02:45.93] This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\n[02:48.78] Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\n[02:51.16] Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real\n[02:53.63] And live good, East coast West coast worldwide\n[02:58.08] All my playas in the hood stay fly\n[03:00.57] And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n[03:05.75] Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwide\n[03:17.96] And stay fly, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB\n[03:25.46] Two thousand and, three, why not? we makin it hot come thru, hold ya spot\n[03:36.25] Hey yo' she back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah\n[03:42.66] B.I.G. 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(It's Queen Bee nigga)\n  It's the jump off (Come on)\n\n  I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)\n  Goons in the club in case somethin jumps off\n  And back up before the hive let the pumps off\n  In the graveyard is where you gets jumped off\n  All we wanna do is party (Woo!)\n  And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)\n  Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari\n  I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari\n\n  Spread love that's what a real mob do\n  Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)\n  I'm the wicked *tch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)\n  Or out come the beast\n  We the best still there's room for improvement\n  Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement\n  Seven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)\n  And I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum\n\n  This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\n  Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\n  Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up\n  And live good, East coast West coast worldwide\n  All my playas in the hood stay fly\n  And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\n  It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland ni-s shit ya drawers (Come on)\n  Special delivery for you and yours (Now)\n  I rep for b-s he rep for boys (Uh ha)\n  If you rep for your hood then make some noise\n  I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat\n  Don't you know Queen Bee got the I'll deep th-\n  Uh! 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HO!!!!\n\n  Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)\n  Bet it all playa f- the price\n  Money ain't a thing throw it out like rice\n  Been around the world cop the same thing twice\n  Rub on my - (Huh!) squeeze on my - (Oooh!)\n  Gimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah)\n  Pop the cork and roll up the hatch (Roll it!)\n  You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash\n\n  This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\n  Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\n  Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up\n  And live good, East coast West coast worldwide\n  All my playas in the hood stay fly\n  And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\n  Enter the world of the playboy pin up girl\n  Butt naked dressed in nothin but pearls\n  You wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky\n  And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy\n  Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\n  Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy\n  No need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)\n  Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)\n\n  Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)\n  Now everybody come get with the lingo\n  Shake your body body, move your body body (Body body)\n  On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)\n  I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover\n  When I'm steppin out the ring yo it's over\n  Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear\n  We 'gone do this just like Big Pop was here\n\n  This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\n  Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\n  Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real\n  And live good, East coast West coast worldwide\n  All my playas in the hood stay fly\n  And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\n  Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwide\n  And stay fly, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB\n  Two thousand and, three, why not? we makin it hot come thru, hold ya spot\n\n  Hey yo' she back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah\n  B.I.G. 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Squeeze on my ass (ooh)\nGimme some- (huh) step on the gas (ah)\nPop the cork and roll up the hash (roll it!)\nYou know what we about, sex, drugs and cash (c'mon)\n\nThis is for my peeps (ah-ha, to my peeps)\nWith the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz (whoa-oh)\nEscalades, 23-inch rims (ah, hey)\nJumpin' out the Jaguar with the Timbs (they big?)\n\nKeep your bread up and live good (ah-ha)\nEast coast, West coast, worldwide (wide)\nAll my playas in the hood stay fly (stay fly, ladies)\nAnd if you're ballin' let me hear you say, \"Right\" (right)\n\nEnter the world of the Playboy pin-up girl\nButt naked, dressed in nothin' but pearls\nYou wanna meet me 'cause you, know I'm freaky and ya\nWanna eat me (ah) 'cause ya, say I'm sexy\n\nGot a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\nBelieve me sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy\nNo need to be greedy, I got mad friends that's pretty (hey)\nChicks by the layers (and) all different flavors (whoo)\n\nMafioso, that's how this thing go (yeah)\nNow everybody come get with the lingo (yeah)\nShake your body-body, move your body-body (body-body)\nOn the dance floor, don't hurt nobody-body (body-body, ayy)\n\nI'm the one who put the range in the Rover\nWhen I'm steppin' out the Range, yo, it's over\nComin' through in the Brooklyn Mint gear (c'mon)\nWe 'gon' do this (a-yo) just like Big Pap' was here (c'mon)\n\nThis is for my peeps (ah-ha, peeps)\nWith the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz (whoa-oh)\nEscalades, 23-inch rims (ayy)\nJumpin' out the Jaguar with the Timbs\n\nAnd keep ya bread up (whoa) and live good (live good)\nEast coast, West coast, worldwide\nAll my playas in the hood stay fly (stay fly, baby)\nAnd if you're ballin' let me hear you say, \"Right\" (right)\n\nYeah, to the what? 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Squeeze on my ass (ooh)\n  Gimme some- (huh) step on the gas (ah)\n  Pop the cork and roll up the hash (roll it!)\n  You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash (c'mon)\n\n  This is for my peeps (ah-ha, to my peeps)\n  With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz (whoa-oh)\n  Escalades, 23-inch rims (ah, hey)\n  Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Timbs (they big?)\n\n  Keep your bread up and live good (ah-ha)\n  East coast, West coast, worldwide (wide)\n  All my playas in the hood stay fly (stay fly, ladies)\n  And if you're ballin' let me hear you say, \"Right\" (right)\n\n  Enter the world of the Playboy pin-up girl\n  Butt naked, dressed in nothin' but pearls\n  You wanna meet me 'cause you, know I'm freaky and ya\n  Wanna eat me (ah) 'cause ya, say I'm sexy\n\n  Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\n  Believe me sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy\n  No need to be greedy, I got mad friends that's pretty (hey)\n  Chicks by the layers (and) all different flavors (whoo)\n\n  Mafioso, that's how this thing go (yeah)\n  Now everybody come get with the lingo (yeah)\n  Shake your body-body, move your body-body (body-body)\n  On the dance floor, don't hurt nobody-body (body-body, ayy)\n\n  I'm the one who put the range in the Rover\n  When I'm steppin' out the Range, yo, it's over\n  Comin' through in the Brooklyn Mint gear (c'mon)\n  We 'gon' do this (a-yo) just like Big Pap' was here (c'mon)\n\n  This is for my peeps (ah-ha, peeps)\n  With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz (whoa-oh)\n  Escalades, 23-inch rims (ayy)\n  Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Timbs\n\n  And keep ya bread up (whoa) and live good (live good)\n  East coast, West coast, worldwide\n  All my playas in the hood stay fly (stay fly, baby)\n  And if you're ballin' let me hear you say, \"Right\" (right)\n\n  Yeah, to the what? Um\n  Yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up\n  Yeah, and worldwide\n  And stay fly nigga\n\n  Yeah, man (right, right, right, right)\n  Queen Bee, LB, two thousand fuckin' three\n  Why not? We makin' it hot\n  Come through, blow the spot (spot)\n\n  C'mon, yeah, ay-o\n  She back at it, why wouldn't she be? (C'mon, yeah)\n  B.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  L's, light 'em, oh\n"},{"id":21509184,"name":"The Jump Off (7Gemini Remix)","trackName":"The Jump Off (7Gemini Remix)","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"The Jump Off","duration":230.635102,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\nWhoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)\nAiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)\nWhoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)\nIt's the jump off (Come on)\n\n(Verse 1: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\nI been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)\nGoons in the club incase somethin jumps off\nAnd back up before the hive let the pump off\nIn the graveyard is where you gets jumped off\nAll we wanna do is party (Woo!)\nAnd buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)\nBlack Barbie dressed in Bulgari\nI'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari\nSpread love that's what a real mob do\nKeep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)\nI'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)\nOr out come the beast\nWe the best still there's room for improvement\nOur presence is felt like a Black Panther movement\nSeven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)\nAnd I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum\n\n(Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks)\nThis is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\nEscalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\nJumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real\nAnd live good, East coast West coast worldwide\nAll my playas in the hood stay fly\nAnd if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\n(Verse 2: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\nIt's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on)\nSpecial delivery for you and yours (Now)\nI rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha)\nIf you rep for your hood then make some noise\nI got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat\nDon't you know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?\nUh! Let me show you what I'm all about\nHow I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth... HO!\nShake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)\nBet it all playa fuck the price\nMoney ain't a thing throw it out like rice\nBeen around the world cop the same thing twice\nRub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!)\nGimme some UH! step on the gas (Ah)\nPop the cork and roll up the hatch (Roll it!)\nYou know what we about, sex, drugs and cash\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse 3: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\nEnter the world of the playboy pin up girl\nbutt naked dressed in nothin but pearls\nYou wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky\nAnd ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy\nGot a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\nBelieve me sweety I got enough to feed the needy\nNo need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)\nChicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)\nMafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)\nNow everybody come get with the lingo\nShake your body body, move your body body (Body body)\nOn the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)\nI'm the one that put the Range in the Rover\nWhen I'm steppin out the ring yo it's over\nComin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear\nWe 'gone do this just like Big Pop was here\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Outro: Mr. Cheeks)\nYeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep it real, yeah, and worldwide\nAnd stay fly, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB\nTwo thousand and, three, why not? we makin it hot come thru, hold ya spot\n\nShe back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah\nB.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Jump Off (7Gemini Remix)\n  artist: Lil' Kim\n  album: The Jump Off\n  duration_ms: 230635\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Intro: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n  Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)\n  Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)\n  Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)\n  It's the jump off (Come on)\n\n  (Verse 1: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n  I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)\n  Goons in the club incase somethin jumps off\n  And back up before the hive let the pump off\n  In the graveyard is where you gets jumped off\n  All we wanna do is party (Woo!)\n  And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)\n  Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari\n  I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari\n  Spread love that's what a real mob do\n  Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)\n  I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)\n  Or out come the beast\n  We the best still there's room for improvement\n  Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement\n  Seven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)\n  And I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum\n\n  (Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks)\n  This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\n  Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\n  Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real\n  And live good, East coast West coast worldwide\n  All my playas in the hood stay fly\n  And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\n  (Verse 2: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n  It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on)\n  Special delivery for you and yours (Now)\n  I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha)\n  If you rep for your hood then make some noise\n  I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat\n  Don't you know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?\n  Uh! Let me show you what I'm all about\n  How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth... HO!\n  Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)\n  Bet it all playa fuck the price\n  Money ain't a thing throw it out like rice\n  Been around the world cop the same thing twice\n  Rub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!)\n  Gimme some UH! step on the gas (Ah)\n  Pop the cork and roll up the hatch (Roll it!)\n  You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Verse 3: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n  Enter the world of the playboy pin up girl\n  butt naked dressed in nothin but pearls\n  You wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky\n  And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy\n  Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\n  Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy\n  No need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)\n  Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)\n  Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)\n  Now everybody come get with the lingo\n  Shake your body body, move your body body (Body body)\n  On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)\n  I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover\n  When I'm steppin out the ring yo it's over\n  Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear\n  We 'gone do this just like Big Pop was here\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Outro: Mr. Cheeks)\n  Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep it real, yeah, and worldwide\n  And stay fly, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB\n  Two thousand and, three, why not? we makin it hot come thru, hold ya spot\n\n  She back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah\n  B.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh...\n"},{"id":36220355,"name":"The Jump Off (Tomekk remix)","trackName":"The Jump Off (Tomekk remix)","artistName":"Lil’ Kim","albumName":"The Jump Off","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\nWhoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)\nAiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)\nWhoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)\nIt's the jump off (Come on)\n\n(Verse 1: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\nI been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)\nGoons in the club incase somethin jumps off\nAnd back up before the hive let the pump off\nIn the graveyard is where you gets jumped off\nAll we wanna do is party (Woo!)\nAnd buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)\nBlack Barbie dressed in Bulgari\nI'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari\nSpread love that's what a real mob do\nKeep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)\nI'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)\nOr out come the beast\nWe the best still there's room for improvement\nOur presence is felt like a Black Panther movement\nSeven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)\nAnd I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum\n\n(Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks)\nThis is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\nEscalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\nJumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real\nAnd live good, East coast West coast worldwide\nAll my playas in the hood stay fly\nAnd if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\n(Verse 2: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\nIt's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on)\nSpecial delivery for you and yours (Now)\nI rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha)\nIf you rep for your hood then make some noise\nI got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat\nDon't you know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?\nUh! Let me show you what I'm all about\nHow I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth... HO!\nShake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)\nBet it all playa fuck the price\nMoney ain't a thing throw it out like rice\nBeen around the world cop the same thing twice\nRub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!)\nGimme some UH! step on the gas (Ah)\nPop the cork and roll up the hatch (Roll it!)\nYou know what we about, sex, drugs and cash\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse 3: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\nEnter the world of the playboy pin up girl\nbutt naked dressed in nothin but pearls\nYou wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky\nAnd ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy\nGot a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\nBelieve me sweety I got enough to feed the needy\nNo need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)\nChicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)\nMafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)\nNow everybody come get with the lingo\nShake your body body, move your body body (Body body)\nOn the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)\nI'm the one that put the Range in the Rover\nWhen I'm steppin out the ring yo it's over\nComin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear\nWe 'gone do this just like Big Pop was here\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Outro: Mr. Cheeks)\nYeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep it real, yeah, and worldwide\nAnd stay fly, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB\nTwo thousand and, three, why not? we makin it hot come thru, hold ya spot\n\nShe back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah\nB.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Jump Off (Tomekk remix)\n  artist: Lil’ Kim\n  album: The Jump Off\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Intro: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n  Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)\n  Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)\n  Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)\n  It's the jump off (Come on)\n\n  (Verse 1: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n  I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)\n  Goons in the club incase somethin jumps off\n  And back up before the hive let the pump off\n  In the graveyard is where you gets jumped off\n  All we wanna do is party (Woo!)\n  And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)\n  Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari\n  I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari\n  Spread love that's what a real mob do\n  Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)\n  I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)\n  Or out come the beast\n  We the best still there's room for improvement\n  Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement\n  Seven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)\n  And I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum\n\n  (Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks)\n  This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\n  Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\n  Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real\n  And live good, East coast West coast worldwide\n  All my playas in the hood stay fly\n  And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\n  (Verse 2: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n  It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on)\n  Special delivery for you and yours (Now)\n  I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha)\n  If you rep for your hood then make some noise\n  I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat\n  Don't you know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?\n  Uh! Let me show you what I'm all about\n  How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth... HO!\n  Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)\n  Bet it all playa fuck the price\n  Money ain't a thing throw it out like rice\n  Been around the world cop the same thing twice\n  Rub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!)\n  Gimme some UH! step on the gas (Ah)\n  Pop the cork and roll up the hatch (Roll it!)\n  You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Verse 3: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n  Enter the world of the playboy pin up girl\n  butt naked dressed in nothin but pearls\n  You wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky\n  And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy\n  Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\n  Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy\n  No need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)\n  Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)\n  Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)\n  Now everybody come get with the lingo\n  Shake your body body, move your body body (Body body)\n  On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)\n  I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover\n  When I'm steppin out the ring yo it's over\n  Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear\n  We 'gone do this just like Big Pop was here\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Outro: Mr. Cheeks)\n  Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep it real, yeah, and worldwide\n  And stay fly, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB\n  Two thousand and, three, why not? we makin it hot come thru, hold ya spot\n\n  She back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah\n  B.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh...\n"},{"id":38396853,"name":"The Jump Off (Tomekk remix)","trackName":"The Jump Off (Tomekk remix)","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"The Jump Off","duration":242.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\nWhoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)\nAiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)\nWhoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)\nIt's the jump off (Come on)\n\n(Verse 1: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\nI been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)\nGoons in the club incase somethin jumps off\nAnd back up before the hive let the pump off\nIn the graveyard is where you gets jumped off\nAll we wanna do is party (Woo!)\nAnd buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)\nBlack Barbie dressed in Bulgari\nI'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari\nSpread love that's what a real mob do\nKeep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)\nI'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)\nOr out come the beast\nWe the best still there's room for improvement\nOur presence is felt like a Black Panther movement\nSeven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)\nAnd I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum\n\n(Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks)\nThis is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\nEscalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\nJumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real\nAnd live good, East coast West coast worldwide\nAll my playas in the hood stay fly\nAnd if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\n(Verse 2: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\nIt's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on)\nSpecial delivery for you and yours (Now)\nI rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha)\nIf you rep for your hood then make some noise\nI got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat\nDon't you know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?\nUh! Let me show you what I'm all about\nHow I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth... HO!\nShake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)\nBet it all playa fuck the price\nMoney ain't a thing throw it out like rice\nBeen around the world cop the same thing twice\nRub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!)\nGimme some UH! step on the gas (Ah)\nPop the cork and roll up the hatch (Roll it!)\nYou know what we about, sex, drugs and cash\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse 3: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\nEnter the world of the playboy pin up girl\nbutt naked dressed in nothin but pearls\nYou wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky\nAnd ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy\nGot a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\nBelieve me sweety I got enough to feed the needy\nNo need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)\nChicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)\nMafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)\nNow everybody come get with the lingo\nShake your body body, move your body body (Body body)\nOn the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)\nI'm the one that put the Range in the Rover\nWhen I'm steppin out the ring yo it's over\nComin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear\nWe 'gone do this just like Big Pop was here\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Outro: Mr. Cheeks)\nYeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep it real, yeah, and worldwide\nAnd stay fly, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB\nTwo thousand and, three, why not? we makin it hot come thru, hold ya spot\n\nShe back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah\nB.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Jump Off (Tomekk remix)\n  artist: Lil' Kim\n  album: The Jump Off\n  duration_ms: 242000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Intro: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n  Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)\n  Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)\n  Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)\n  It's the jump off (Come on)\n\n  (Verse 1: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n  I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)\n  Goons in the club incase somethin jumps off\n  And back up before the hive let the pump off\n  In the graveyard is where you gets jumped off\n  All we wanna do is party (Woo!)\n  And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)\n  Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari\n  I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari\n  Spread love that's what a real mob do\n  Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)\n  I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)\n  Or out come the beast\n  We the best still there's room for improvement\n  Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement\n  Seven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)\n  And I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum\n\n  (Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks)\n  This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\n  Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\n  Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real\n  And live good, East coast West coast worldwide\n  All my playas in the hood stay fly\n  And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\n  (Verse 2: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n  It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on)\n  Special delivery for you and yours (Now)\n  I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha)\n  If you rep for your hood then make some noise\n  I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat\n  Don't you know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?\n  Uh! Let me show you what I'm all about\n  How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth... 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Let me show you what I'm all about\nHow I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth... 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(It's Queen Bee nigga)\n  It's the jump off (Come on)\n\n  (Verse 1: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n  I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)\n  Goons in the club incase somethin jumps off\n  And back up before the hive let the pump off\n  In the graveyard is where you gets jumped off\n  All we wanna do is party (Woo!)\n  And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)\n  Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari\n  I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari\n  Spread love that's what a real mob do\n  Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)\n  I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)\n  Or out come the beast\n  We the best still there's room for improvement\n  Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement\n  Seven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)\n  And I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum\n\n  (Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks)\n  This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\n  Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\n  Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real\n  And live good, East coast West coast worldwide\n  All my playas in the hood stay fly\n  And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\n  (Verse 2: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n  It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on)\n  Special delivery for you and yours (Now)\n  I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha)\n  If you rep for your hood then make some noise\n  I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat\n  Don't you know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?\n  Uh! 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(It's Queen Bee nigga)\nIt's the jump off (Come on)\n\n(Verse 1: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\nI been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)\nGoons in the club incase somethin jumps off\nAnd back up before the hive let the pump off\nIn the graveyard is where you gets jumped off\nAll we wanna do is party (Woo!)\nAnd buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)\nBlack Barbie dressed in Bulgari\nI'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari\nSpread love that's what a real mob do\nKeep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)\nI'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)\nOr out come the beast\nWe the best still there's room for improvement\nOur presence is felt like a Black Panther movement\nSeven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)\nAnd I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum\n\n(Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks)\nThis is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\nEscalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\nJumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real\nAnd live good, East coast West coast worldwide\nAll my playas in the hood stay fly\nAnd if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\n(Verse 2: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\nIt's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on)\nSpecial delivery for you and yours (Now)\nI rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha)\nIf you rep for your hood then make some noise\nI got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat\nDon't you know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?\nUh! Let me show you what I'm all about\nHow I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth... HO!\nShake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)\nBet it all playa fuck the price\nMoney ain't a thing throw it out like rice\nBeen around the world cop the same thing twice\nRub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!)\nGimme some UH! step on the gas (Ah)\nPop the cork and roll up the hatch (Roll it!)\nYou know what we about, sex, drugs and cash\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse 3: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\nEnter the world of the playboy pin up girl\nbutt naked dressed in nothin but pearls\nYou wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky\nAnd ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy\nGot a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\nBelieve me sweety I got enough to feed the needy\nNo need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)\nChicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)\nMafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)\nNow everybody come get with the lingo\nShake your body body, move your body body (Body body)\nOn the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)\nI'm the one that put the Range in the Rover\nWhen I'm steppin out the ring yo it's over\nComin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear\nWe 'gone do this just like Big Pop was here\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Outro: Mr. Cheeks)\nYeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep it real, yeah, and worldwide\nAnd stay fly, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB\nTwo thousand and, three, why not? we makin it hot come thru, hold ya spot\n\nShe back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah\nB.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Jump Off (Nappy Doggout remix)\n  artist: Lil’ Kim\n  album: The Jump Off\n  duration_ms: 239000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Intro: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n  Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)\n  Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)\n  Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)\n  It's the jump off (Come on)\n\n  (Verse 1: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n  I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)\n  Goons in the club incase somethin jumps off\n  And back up before the hive let the pump off\n  In the graveyard is where you gets jumped off\n  All we wanna do is party (Woo!)\n  And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)\n  Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari\n  I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari\n  Spread love that's what a real mob do\n  Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)\n  I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)\n  Or out come the beast\n  We the best still there's room for improvement\n  Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement\n  Seven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)\n  And I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum\n\n  (Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks)\n  This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\n  Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\n  Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real\n  And live good, East coast West coast worldwide\n  All my playas in the hood stay fly\n  And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\n  (Verse 2: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n  It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on)\n  Special delivery for you and yours (Now)\n  I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha)\n  If you rep for your hood then make some noise\n  I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat\n  Don't you know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?\n  Uh! Let me show you what I'm all about\n  How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth... HO!\n  Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)\n  Bet it all playa fuck the price\n  Money ain't a thing throw it out like rice\n  Been around the world cop the same thing twice\n  Rub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!)\n  Gimme some UH! step on the gas (Ah)\n  Pop the cork and roll up the hatch (Roll it!)\n  You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Verse 3: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n  Enter the world of the playboy pin up girl\n  butt naked dressed in nothin but pearls\n  You wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky\n  And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy\n  Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\n  Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy\n  No need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)\n  Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)\n  Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)\n  Now everybody come get with the lingo\n  Shake your body body, move your body body (Body body)\n  On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)\n  I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover\n  When I'm steppin out the ring yo it's over\n  Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear\n  We 'gone do this just like Big Pop was here\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Outro: Mr. Cheeks)\n  Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep it real, yeah, and worldwide\n  And stay fly, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB\n  Two thousand and, three, why not? we makin it hot come thru, hold ya spot\n\n  She back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah\n  B.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh...\n"},{"id":4427071,"name":"The Jump Off","trackName":"The Jump Off","artistName":"Lil’ Kim feat. Mr. Cheeks","albumName":"The Jump Off","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\nWhoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)\nAiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)\nWhoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)\nIt's the jump off (Come on)\n\n(Verse 1: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\nI been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)\nGoons in the club incase somethin jumps off\nAnd back up before the hive let the pump off\nIn the graveyard is where you gets jumped off\nAll we wanna do is party (Woo!)\nAnd buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)\nBlack Barbie dressed in Bulgari\nI'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari\nSpread love that's what a real mob do\nKeep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)\nI'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)\nOr out come the beast\nWe the best still there's room for improvement\nOur presence is felt like a Black Panther movement\nSeven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)\nAnd I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum\n\n(Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks)\nThis is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\nEscalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\nJumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real\nAnd live good, East coast West coast worldwide\nAll my playas in the hood stay fly\nAnd if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\n(Verse 2: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\nIt's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on)\nSpecial delivery for you and yours (Now)\nI rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha)\nIf you rep for your hood then make some noise\nI got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat\nDon't you know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?\nUh! Let me show you what I'm all about\nHow I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth... HO!\nShake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)\nBet it all playa fuck the price\nMoney ain't a thing throw it out like rice\nBeen around the world cop the same thing twice\nRub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!)\nGimme some UH! step on the gas (Ah)\nPop the cork and roll up the hatch (Roll it!)\nYou know what we about, sex, drugs and cash\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse 3: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\nEnter the world of the playboy pin up girl\nButt naked dressed in nothin but pearls\nYou wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky\nAnd ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy\nGot a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\nBelieve me sweety I got enough to feed the needy\nNo need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)\nChicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)\nMafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)\nNow everybody come get with the lingo\nShake your body body, move your body body (Body body)\nOn the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)\nI'm the one that put the Range in the Rover\nWhen I'm steppin out the ring yo it's over\nComin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear\nWe 'gone do this just like Big Pop was here\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Outro: Mr. Cheeks)\nYeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep it real, yeah, and worldwide\nAnd stay fly, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB\nTwo thousand and, three, why not? we makin it hot come thru, hold ya spot\n\nShe back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah\nB.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh...","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.16] Whoa! (whoa!) Whoa! (yeah)\n[00:07.89] Aiyyo, Tim man this the jump off right here man! (jump off!)\n[00:12.27] Whoa! (whoa!) whoa! (whoa!) whoa! 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(It's Queen Bee nigga)\n  It's the jump off (Come on)\n\n  (Verse 1: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n  I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)\n  Goons in the club incase somethin jumps off\n  And back up before the hive let the pump off\n  In the graveyard is where you gets jumped off\n  All we wanna do is party (Woo!)\n  And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)\n  Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari\n  I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari\n  Spread love that's what a real mob do\n  Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)\n  I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)\n  Or out come the beast\n  We the best still there's room for improvement\n  Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement\n  Seven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)\n  And I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum\n\n  (Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks)\n  This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\n  Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\n  Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real\n  And live good, East coast West coast worldwide\n  All my playas in the hood stay fly\n  And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\n  (Verse 2: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n  It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on)\n  Special delivery for you and yours (Now)\n  I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha)\n  If you rep for your hood then make some noise\n  I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat\n  Don't you know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?\n  Uh! Let me show you what I'm all about\n  How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth... HO!\n  Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)\n  Bet it all playa fuck the price\n  Money ain't a thing throw it out like rice\n  Been around the world cop the same thing twice\n  Rub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!)\n  Gimme some UH! step on the gas (Ah)\n  Pop the cork and roll up the hatch (Roll it!)\n  You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Verse 3: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n  Enter the world of the playboy pin up girl\n  Butt naked dressed in nothin but pearls\n  You wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky\n  And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy\n  Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\n  Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy\n  No need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)\n  Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)\n  Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)\n  Now everybody come get with the lingo\n  Shake your body body, move your body body (Body body)\n  On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)\n  I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover\n  When I'm steppin out the ring yo it's over\n  Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear\n  We 'gone do this just like Big Pop was here\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Outro: Mr. Cheeks)\n  Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep it real, yeah, and worldwide\n  And stay fly, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB\n  Two thousand and, three, why not? we makin it hot come thru, hold ya spot\n\n  She back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah\n  B.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh...\n"},{"id":13923677,"name":"The Jump Off","trackName":"The Jump Off","artistName":"Lil' Kim feat․ Mr․ Cheeks","albumName":"The Jump Off","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\nWhoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)\nAiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)\nWhoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)\nIt's the jump off (Come on)\n\n(Verse 1: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\nI been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)\nGoons in the club incase somethin jumps off\nAnd back up before the hive let the pump off\nIn the graveyard is where you gets jumped off\nAll we wanna do is party (Woo!)\nAnd buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)\nBlack Barbie dressed in Bulgari\nI'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari\nSpread love that's what a real mob do\nKeep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)\nI'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)\nOr out come the beast\nWe the best still there's room for improvement\nOur presence is felt like a Black Panther movement\nSeven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)\nAnd I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum\n\n(Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks)\nThis is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\nEscalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\nJumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real\nAnd live good, East coast West coast worldwide\nAll my playas in the hood stay fly\nAnd if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\n(Verse 2: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\nIt's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on)\nSpecial delivery for you and yours (Now)\nI rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha)\nIf you rep for your hood then make some noise\nI got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat\nDon't you know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?\nUh! Let me show you what I'm all about\nHow I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth... HO!\nShake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)\nBet it all playa fuck the price\nMoney ain't a thing throw it out like rice\nBeen around the world cop the same thing twice\nRub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!)\nGimme some UH! step on the gas (Ah)\nPop the cork and roll up the hatch (Roll it!)\nYou know what we about, sex, drugs and cash\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse 3: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\nEnter the world of the playboy pin up girl\nbutt naked dressed in nothin but pearls\nYou wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky\nAnd ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy\nGot a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\nBelieve me sweety I got enough to feed the needy\nNo need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)\nChicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)\nMafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)\nNow everybody come get with the lingo\nShake your body body, move your body body (Body body)\nOn the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)\nI'm the one that put the Range in the Rover\nWhen I'm steppin out the ring yo it's over\nComin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear\nWe 'gone do this just like Big Pop was here\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Outro: Mr. Cheeks)\nYeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep it real, yeah, and worldwide\nAnd stay fly, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB\nTwo thousand and, three, why not? we makin it hot come thru, hold ya spot\n\nShe back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah\nB.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Jump Off\n  artist: Lil' Kim feat․ Mr․ Cheeks\n  album: The Jump Off\n  duration_ms: 234000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Intro: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n  Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)\n  Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)\n  Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)\n  It's the jump off (Come on)\n\n  (Verse 1: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n  I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)\n  Goons in the club incase somethin jumps off\n  And back up before the hive let the pump off\n  In the graveyard is where you gets jumped off\n  All we wanna do is party (Woo!)\n  And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)\n  Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari\n  I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari\n  Spread love that's what a real mob do\n  Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)\n  I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)\n  Or out come the beast\n  We the best still there's room for improvement\n  Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement\n  Seven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)\n  And I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum\n\n  (Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks)\n  This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\n  Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\n  Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real\n  And live good, East coast West coast worldwide\n  All my playas in the hood stay fly\n  And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\n  (Verse 2: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n  It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on)\n  Special delivery for you and yours (Now)\n  I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha)\n  If you rep for your hood then make some noise\n  I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat\n  Don't you know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?\n  Uh! Let me show you what I'm all about\n  How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth... HO!\n  Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)\n  Bet it all playa fuck the price\n  Money ain't a thing throw it out like rice\n  Been around the world cop the same thing twice\n  Rub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!)\n  Gimme some UH! step on the gas (Ah)\n  Pop the cork and roll up the hatch (Roll it!)\n  You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Verse 3: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n  Enter the world of the playboy pin up girl\n  butt naked dressed in nothin but pearls\n  You wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky\n  And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy\n  Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\n  Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy\n  No need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)\n  Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)\n  Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)\n  Now everybody come get with the lingo\n  Shake your body body, move your body body (Body body)\n  On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)\n  I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover\n  When I'm steppin out the ring yo it's over\n  Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear\n  We 'gone do this just like Big Pop was here\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Outro: Mr. Cheeks)\n  Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep it real, yeah, and worldwide\n  And stay fly, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB\n  Two thousand and, three, why not? we makin it hot come thru, hold ya spot\n\n  She back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah\n  B.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh...\n"},{"id":11702056,"name":"The Jump Off","trackName":"The Jump Off","artistName":"Lil’ Kim feat. Mr. Cheeks","albumName":"The Jump Off","duration":242.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\nWhoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)\nAiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)\nWhoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)\nIt's the jump off (Come on)\n\n(Verse 1: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\nI been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)\nGoons in the club incase somethin jumps off\nAnd back up before the hive let the pump off\nIn the graveyard is where you gets jumped off\nAll we wanna do is party (Woo!)\nAnd buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)\nBlack Barbie dressed in Bulgari\nI'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari\nSpread love that's what a real mob do\nKeep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)\nI'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)\nOr out come the beast\nWe the best still there's room for improvement\nOur presence is felt like a Black Panther movement\nSeven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)\nAnd I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum\n\n(Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks)\nThis is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\nEscalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\nJumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real\nAnd live good, East coast West coast worldwide\nAll my playas in the hood stay fly\nAnd if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\n(Verse 2: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\nIt's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on)\nSpecial delivery for you and yours (Now)\nI rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha)\nIf you rep for your hood then make some noise\nI got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat\nDon't you know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?\nUh! Let me show you what I'm all about\nHow I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth... HO!\nShake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)\nBet it all playa fuck the price\nMoney ain't a thing throw it out like rice\nBeen around the world cop the same thing twice\nRub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!)\nGimme some UH! step on the gas (Ah)\nPop the cork and roll up the hatch (Roll it!)\nYou know what we about, sex, drugs and cash\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse 3: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\nEnter the world of the playboy pin up girl\nbutt naked dressed in nothin but pearls\nYou wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky\nAnd ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy\nGot a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\nBelieve me sweety I got enough to feed the needy\nNo need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)\nChicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)\nMafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)\nNow everybody come get with the lingo\nShake your body body, move your body body (Body body)\nOn the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)\nI'm the one that put the Range in the Rover\nWhen I'm steppin out the ring yo it's over\nComin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear\nWe 'gone do this just like Big Pop was here\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Outro: Mr. Cheeks)\nYeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep it real, yeah, and worldwide\nAnd stay fly, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB\nTwo thousand and, three, why not? we makin it hot come thru, hold ya spot\n\nShe back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah\nB.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh...","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.40] (Intro: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n[00:02.65] Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)\n[00:06.51] Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)\n[00:10.78] Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)\n[00:16.17] It's the jump off (Come on)\n[00:17.28] (Verse 1: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n[00:18.48] I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)\n[00:21.13] Goons in the club incase somethin jumps off\n[00:23.20] And back up before the hive let the pump off\n[00:25.33] In the graveyard is where you gets jumped off\n[00:28.00] All we wanna do is party (Woo!)\n[00:30.03] And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)\n[00:32.43] Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari\n[00:34.84] I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari\n[00:36.95] Spread love that's what a real mob do\n[00:39.32] Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)\n[00:41.77] I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)\n[00:44.78] Or out come the beast\n[00:45.67] We the best still there's room for improvement\n[00:48.29] Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement\n[00:50.77] Seven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)\n[00:52.86] And I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum\n[00:54.69] (Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks)\n[00:55.55] This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\n[00:58.42] Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\n[01:00.52] Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real\n[01:04.48] And live good, East coast West coast worldwide\n[01:07.78] All my playas in the hood stay fly\n[01:09.75] And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n[01:12.77] (Verse 2: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n[01:13.45] It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on)\n[01:16.14] Special delivery for you and yours (Now)\n[01:18.10] I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha)\n[01:20.57] If you rep for your hood then make some noise\n[01:22.91] I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat\n[01:24.98] Don't you know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?\n[01:27.03] Uh! Let me show you what I'm all about\n[01:29.49] How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth... HO!\n[01:32.11] Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)\n[01:34.75] Bet it all playa fuck the price\n[01:36.83] Money ain't a thing throw it out like rice\n[01:38.81] Been around the world cop the same thing twice\n[01:40.96] Rub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!)\n[01:43.67] Gimme some UH! step on the gas (Ah)\n[01:46.05] Pop the cork and roll up the hatch (Roll it!)\n[01:48.01] You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash\n[01:50.17] (Chorus)\n[02:07.72] (Verse 3: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n[02:08.40] Enter the world of the playboy pin up girl\n[02:10.64] butt naked dressed in nothin but pearls\n[02:13.02] You wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky\n[02:15.17] And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy\n[02:17.19] Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\n[02:19.81] Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy\n[02:22.21] No need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)\n[02:23.93] Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)\n[02:26.62] Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)\n[02:29.10] Now everybody come get with the lingo\n[02:31.20] Shake your body body, move your body body (Body body)\n[02:33.86] On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)\n[02:36.16] I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover\n[02:38.25] When I'm steppin out the ring yo it's over\n[02:40.52] Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear\n[02:42.37] We 'gone do this just like Big Pop was here\n[02:44.62] (Chorus)\n[03:02.82] (Outro: Mr. Cheeks)\n[03:03.75] Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep it real, yeah, and worldwide\n[03:15.94] And stay fly, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB\n[03:23.91] Two thousand and, three, why not? we makin it hot come thru, hold ya spot\n[03:31.95] She back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah\n[03:41.28] B.I.G. 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(It's Queen Bee nigga)\n  It's the jump off (Come on)\n\n  (Verse 1: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n  I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off)\n  Goons in the club incase somethin jumps off\n  And back up before the hive let the pump off\n  In the graveyard is where you gets jumped off\n  All we wanna do is party (Woo!)\n  And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!)\n  Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari\n  I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari\n  Spread love that's what a real mob do\n  Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)\n  I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)\n  Or out come the beast\n  We the best still there's room for improvement\n  Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement\n  Seven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back)\n  And I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum\n\n  (Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks)\n  This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz\n  Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)\n  Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real\n  And live good, East coast West coast worldwide\n  All my playas in the hood stay fly\n  And if your ballin let me hear you say right (Right)\n\n  (Verse 2: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n  It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on)\n  Special delivery for you and yours (Now)\n  I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha)\n  If you rep for your hood then make some noise\n  I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat\n  Don't you know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?\n  Uh! Let me show you what I'm all about\n  How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth... HO!\n  Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What)\n  Bet it all playa fuck the price\n  Money ain't a thing throw it out like rice\n  Been around the world cop the same thing twice\n  Rub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!)\n  Gimme some UH! step on the gas (Ah)\n  Pop the cork and roll up the hatch (Roll it!)\n  You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Verse 3: Lil' Kim) (Mr. Cheeks)\n  Enter the world of the playboy pin up girl\n  butt naked dressed in nothin but pearls\n  You wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky\n  And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy\n  Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti\n  Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy\n  No need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!)\n  Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)\n  Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)\n  Now everybody come get with the lingo\n  Shake your body body, move your body body (Body body)\n  On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body)\n  I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover\n  When I'm steppin out the ring yo it's over\n  Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear\n  We 'gone do this just like Big Pop was here\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Outro: Mr. Cheeks)\n  Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep it real, yeah, and worldwide\n  And stay fly, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB\n  Two thousand and, three, why not? we makin it hot come thru, hold ya spot\n\n  She back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah\n  B.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh...\n"}]