Pump It Up - Jay-Z, Joe Budden

Pump p-p pump pump p-p-p pump

Pump p-p pump pump it up

Pump p-p pump pump p-pump p-pump

Pump p-p pump pump it up

(Just Blaze)

Pump p-p pump pump it up

We gon' do it like (uuh, uuh, uuh)

Look, pump it up if you came to get it crunk

With a dame and shit that’s drunk

You came to get it on

More than five O’s in your bank then get it on

Roll up like that stank and get it on

Slank that fitted on, came to get it on

Hold up, she wanna work that, twerk that

Then again let me hurt that, murk that

'Til you got a hurt back

Can’t spit it out, boo, you gotta slurp that

Can’t cuddle after we done, it wasn’t worth that

Joey, I’m responsible for bringin' Jers' back

And we bad, huh

She at the bar stylin', she throwin' it up

She drink a little hypno, throwin' it up

But I’m only dealin' with freaks that wanna cut

Ma, if you agree I wanna nut

Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut

Fellas — do your thing, let me do my thang

I mean, do your thing, let me do my thang

Shorties — move that thing, mami move that thing

C’mon, move that thing, mami move that thing

Hustlers — do your thing, let me do my thang

Please tell the DJ, pump-p-p-pump pump it up!

I see some haters grillin'

I see some ladies chillin'

I see that girlie I been plottin' to get

We can hop in the whip

And we can pump p p pump pump it up

Okay, we was leavin', we was done

Then she said, «Can my peoples come?»

Here we go, I see it don’t stop

They wanna ride in somethin' where the rims don’t stop

Look, baby, you fine, but your girlfriend’s not

And then she wanna hold out gettin' cute on the phone

I ain’t gotta be bothered, be cute on your own

My jump off doesn’t run off at the mouth so much

My jump off never ask why I go out so much

My jump off never has me goin' out of my way

And she don’t want nothin' on Valentine’s Day

My jump off don’t argue or get rebellious

And she don’t mind hangin' out with the fellas

My jump off’s not insecure or jealous

Fellas — do your thing, let me do my thang

I mean, do your thing, let me do my thang

Shorties — move that thing, mami move that thing

C’mon, move that thing, mami move that thing

Hustlers — do your thing, let me do my thang

Please tell the DJ, pump p p pump pump it up!

Y’all dudes keep talkin' 'bout your ice and all the shine to it

That’s a white gold cross with a real fine cubic

Ma wanna fall in love like I’m cupid

Tellin' me she don’t give brain like I’m stupid

You can do anything if you put your mind to it

Get it?

No?

Think about it

The game is bad, playa — ain’t it bad, playa?

Don’t worry, Joey’ll change it back, playa

Mighta heard me spittin' with Cain and Fab, playa

I got the set boards to bring it back, playa

Bang and clap, playa

Frontman no longer playin' the back, playa

Plain as that, playa

808's pumpin', bang the track, playa

Want my second wind?

Change the rap, playa

Jump off one-man-gang, I’m back, playa

Look, what you want, bump double click pump

Ride, ride, swamp, dump off homie, jump off

All these haters on my (huh) won’t jump off

When all the streets need is J J J Jump off

J J Jump J J J J J Jump off, uuh, uuh, uuh

Fellas — do your thing, let me do my thang

I mean, do your thing, let me do my thang

Shorties — move that thing, mami move that thing

C’mon, move that thing, mami move that thing

Hustlers — do your thing, let me do my thang

Please tell the DJ, pump p p pump pump it up!