Lyrics:

Jump ta this

Jump ta this

Jump ta this

Who can make em jump?



[Trip Locc]

We slid into the party at about ten

order Hennessey, my doggs on juice and gin

we found a spot in the cut

baby girl with the jeans got a gang of butt (god damn)

so she gets the thumbs up

no doubt that she's checkin me out

but a fine white dandy with her tongue our her mouth

is straight manage, ain't hold nothin back

if her man's in the house I know he's mad for that

or she's with her mother too with a skirt on (whys that?)

so we can get our flirt on

cuz ain't nothin wrong with gettin it on if you know what I mean

an stayin down for the winning team

so I kick some conversation to that ass real quick

from beginnin to end she stayed right on my tip

its a trip, I might have to fuck tonight, psyche

I'd rather stay as high as a kite

Now ask me



(Chorus)

Who can make jump to this

I can make em jump

Who can make jump to this

Can you make em jump

Who can make jump to this

We can make em jump

Who can make em jump

Well jump bitch



[Wayniac]

We still up in the party layin low

wonder why them trick sick niggaz playin hoe (I know)

they still on the simp mode, ya shoulda asked tha Twinz

cuz they be on the real shit instead, instead of givin ends

now first things first, who's the bait for the night

we still trump tight and can't be faded by the hype

might be in the clouds from the herb, don't trip

I'm like the Locc, stay in focus when its time to dip

Grab my drink and its on (yeah)

I see ya groovin to the music well lets get it on (its all good)

Playa hataz in the cut on the prowl

tryin to find a way to put some shit in my style

but I'll, just keep it on the D-L

I dont never put in work when its time to bell (oh well)

shoulda knew it wasn't poppin like that

Now she's caught up on this nigga Wayniac

now...



(Chorus)

Who can make jump to this

I can make em jump

Who can make jump to this

Can you make em jump

Who can make jump to this

We can make em jump

Who can make em jump

Well jump bitch



[Twinz]

At a club is outta clothes mo (?)

hoes is froze, lookin for the one got chose

niggaz outside posted up, bumpin the beat sucka written on they face

cuz you know they goin trip

it gets deeper peep, I got the whole world up

conversation blew her mind now she's all shook up

you know the time, mind blowin, they dont be knowin bout the Twinz

still on the mission stackin ends (hold up)

no time for the bullshit, who is the bigger pimp?

station myself away from the mother simps

cuz I got game, straight game

Eastside born and raised, Wayniac flip the page

so you know it ain't no half steppin

when it comes to shootin game, ain't no second guessin

recognize how we roll, cuz we roll thick

it dont stop, G-Funk Era wit another hit trick

now...



(Chorus) x2

Who can make jump to this

I can make em jump

Who can make jump to this

Can you make em jump

Who can make jump to this

We can make em jump

Who can make em jump

Well jump bitch