The Jump by Knucks Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, OK, OK
No Days Off
That was it
[Verse 1]
Boo yah, brand new like Grand Puba
Mr Big Kahuna talk the panties of a chula
Breath of fresh air to the viewer
It's true but I be touching fresh airs every time I tie my shoes up
I'm smoother, thats why they willin' when my tunes up
Tricky with the bars I'll kick your ass and hand it to ya
Plenty more fish in the sea, I ain't amused blud
I'll probably pick three quickly and make tuna
They all tryna take us off the road it's blatant
Stick us up and tell us about the laws we breaking
They all told us we don't matter but the hordes are waiting
Waiting for our golden platters and our forty acres
Traffing these rhymes like I'm Noriega
Business on the line, I told her to phone me later
Told my homie to be wise it ain't your role to save her
But she was creeping through night like she a home invader
[Chorus]
They ain't feel it but it's ok
Ignored it when they seen it but it's ok
Don't they know I've been like this since 08
Now I'm Chris Martin with the cold play
But when my riddim play I make 'em jump, yeah
Still niggas wanna hate me like I'm trump, yeah
And I knew it from the jump
They ain't wanna see me do it from the jump
[Verse 2]
Bunch of old tunes on my computer, Lex got the Canon and he shoot it like a luger
Mandem say they swagger bad but I don't see it too tough
Ith kinda mad cause all I see is bootcuts
Two up, while I'm billin' gotta roll safe
Got me so faded couldn't recognise my own face
Man are still stuntin' at their old age
Still left the party with her darg and ain't have to buy a Moet
Man are tryna blind me with designers and they're jewellery
Your chains great but it ain't amusing me
Fly till I die and that's the truth of me
Probably Still have a few groupies tryna screw me at my eulogy
Every Tom and Jane ain't gonna root for me
I ain't phased, so I'm Harlem shaking off their hatred and their scrutiny
But haters don't want me to go clear but I'm starting to grow here like I was just assuming puberty
[Chorus][x2}
They ain't feel it but it's ok
Ignored it when they see it but it's ok
Don't they know I've been like this since 08
Now I'm Chris Martin with the cold play
But when my riddim play I make 'em jump, yeah
Still niggas wanna hate me like I'm trump, yeah
And I knew from the jump
They ain't wanna see me do it from the jump
Yeah, OK, OK
No Days Off
That was it
[Verse 1]
Boo yah, brand new like Grand Puba
Mr Big Kahuna talk the panties of a chula
Breath of fresh air to the viewer
It's true but I be touching fresh airs every time I tie my shoes up
I'm smoother, thats why they willin' when my tunes up
Tricky with the bars I'll kick your ass and hand it to ya
Plenty more fish in the sea, I ain't amused blud
I'll probably pick three quickly and make tuna
They all tryna take us off the road it's blatant
Stick us up and tell us about the laws we breaking
They all told us we don't matter but the hordes are waiting
Waiting for our golden platters and our forty acres
Traffing these rhymes like I'm Noriega
Business on the line, I told her to phone me later
Told my homie to be wise it ain't your role to save her
But she was creeping through night like she a home invader
[Chorus]
They ain't feel it but it's ok
Ignored it when they seen it but it's ok
Don't they know I've been like this since 08
Now I'm Chris Martin with the cold play
But when my riddim play I make 'em jump, yeah
Still niggas wanna hate me like I'm trump, yeah
And I knew it from the jump
They ain't wanna see me do it from the jump
[Verse 2]
Bunch of old tunes on my computer, Lex got the Canon and he shoot it like a luger
Mandem say they swagger bad but I don't see it too tough
Ith kinda mad cause all I see is bootcuts
Two up, while I'm billin' gotta roll safe
Got me so faded couldn't recognise my own face
Man are still stuntin' at their old age
Still left the party with her darg and ain't have to buy a Moet
Man are tryna blind me with designers and they're jewellery
Your chains great but it ain't amusing me
Fly till I die and that's the truth of me
Probably Still have a few groupies tryna screw me at my eulogy
Every Tom and Jane ain't gonna root for me
I ain't phased, so I'm Harlem shaking off their hatred and their scrutiny
But haters don't want me to go clear but I'm starting to grow here like I was just assuming puberty
[Chorus][x2}
They ain't feel it but it's ok
Ignored it when they see it but it's ok
Don't they know I've been like this since 08
Now I'm Chris Martin with the cold play
But when my riddim play I make 'em jump, yeah
Still niggas wanna hate me like I'm trump, yeah
And I knew from the jump
They ain't wanna see me do it from the jump