The Art Of Getting Jumped

De La Soul

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    I WAS..

    [Pos]
    .. on my way, to the disco
    You know the club, Maseo was rockin rub that night
    Midnight to four, name at the door
    but the whole crew I can get in as well
    So I got on my cell, called my nigga C. Smith
    Let this be a jam that we need not miss
    Yeah Im already en route, no doubt
    Might even jump up on the mic
    to make sure that this partys turned out
    And we some punctual types, on time, look for the line
    to stand we find girls screamin the blues
    Miscellaneous shoes everywhere
    Yo Mase, what happened here?
    (Go Brooklyn!) Yo Brooklyn, yall know the rules
    Bump ?? people and out come the tools
    Aint been a fair fight since the creation of crews
    and thats why them dudes hearts all pumped
    Done closed the club down,
    cause one of they niggaz got jumped
    ** Jump, jump, jump to it! **
    Uh-huh, you heard the hook
    No matter you Braveheart or shook
    You can catch a bottle from the right, tap to the left
    Kicks to the mids relievin you of breath
    I seen it done sloppy, seen it organized
    Some saw it comin and for others it was SURPRISE
    Catch a swollen eye and blood loss, courtesy of the
    ** Jump, jump, jump to it! **
    ** Jump, jump, jump to it! **

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    [Dove]
    Yo! When they put the contracts out, bats and chairs included
    Chicks can get into it - specially pretty broads
    My New York City dawgs seem to master the art
    When you hear the (WHOO!) thats when the bullshitll start
    It only takes a second less you got on ice
    Just for wearin your chain in they club, theyll beat you twice
    Served with fried rice, you get a can of whoop ass
    My only advice is dont fall and book ass
    For the nigga who slip, dont fall in a position
    where your lipll catch a hickie (girl theyll fuck your mascara)
    Shoot, go and ask Tara, just for havin good hair
    man they left her ass cute, pulled it dead out the roots (ARRRGH!!)
    Its never one or two of em, they headin out in troops
    Timbos, hoodies loose over jumpsuits
    Waitin for the first vic to disrespect
    Catch a double-dutch rope around your neck in the midst of the
    ** Jump, jump, jump to it! **
    ** Jump, jump, jump to it! **
    ** Jump, jump, jump to it! **
    ** Jump, jump, jump to it! **

    [Pos]
    Its schematically plotted out to break hearts and bodies
    and ya best believe we came to party
    Dont cause trouble but still can find double the crew
    against you and your peeps and leap-like-frogs on ya
    for reasons like - not in the right part of town
    actin like you wore a crown
    Some occasions long and mean to earn the right
    to throw signs wearin only one color scheme
    And bein positive is no exclusion
    Thats an illusion - you can still catch contusions
    for flossin your hard-earned shine
    Im talkin games ?? ?? the longest
    then its some other niggaz time
    Youll get beat out of your mind just for rage
    Shit my black ass almost got pulled off stage
    Just for holdin it down on the mic, you could be talkin,
    Black people unite, and still catch a lump from the
    ** Jump, jump, jump to it! **
    ** Jump, jump, jump to it! **
    ** Jump, jump, jump to it! **
    ** Jump, jump, jump to it! **

    [Maseo]
    Yo, its this joint, called the art of getting jumped
    We had to put this one on the album yknow?
    Yeah - this is dedicated
    to them punk motherfuckers out in Germany
    That Turkish gang that jumped me up in the fuckin club
    Tried to knock me senseless
    They just couldnt get me though
    Thats why I second round outside on em
    Pull out some fuckin guns - punk bastards
    and thats why my ass was hidin under the bridge (HAHAHAHA)

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    Composición: Marcus Miller y Luther Vandross

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