Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Joe Budden
Joe Budden
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Joe Budden
Joe Budden
Songwriter:in
Robert Bell
Robert Bell
Songwriter:in
George Brown
George Brown
Songwriter:in
Robert Spike Mickens
Robert Spike Mickens
Songwriter:in
Claydes Smith
Claydes Smith
Songwriter:in
Dennis Ronald Thomas
Dennis Ronald Thomas
Songwriter:in
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter:in
Justin Smith
Justin Smith
Songwriter:in
Ricky Westfield
Ricky Westfield
Songwriter:in
Ronald Bell
Ronald Bell
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Just Blaze
Just Blaze
Produzent:in
Nick Howard
Nick Howard
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Mischtechniker:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Pump, p-p-pump, pump, p-p-p-pump
P-P-pump, p-p-pump, pump it up
Pump, p-p-pump, pump, p-pump, p-pump
P-P-Ppump, p-p-pump, pump it up
Just blaze
Pump, p-p-pump, pump it up
We gon' do it like
[Verse 2]
Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and get her drunk
You came to get in on
More than five oh's in your bank, then get it on
Roll up like that stank and get it on
Slank the fitted on
Came to get it on
[Verse 3]
Hold up, she wanna work that, twerk that
Let me get in, let me hurt that, merc that
Till 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 bringing Jersey back
[Verse 4]
Yeah, we bad, uh
[Verse 5]
She at the bar, styling, she throwing it up
She drink a little Hypno, throwing it up
But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma, if you agree and want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET, uncut
[Verse 6]
Fellas, do your thing, let me do my thing
I mean, do your thing, let me do my thing
Shorties, move that thing, mommy, move that thing
Come on, move that thing, mommy, move that thing
Hustlers, do your thing, let me do my thing
Please tell the DJ, pump, p-p-pump, pump it up
[Verse 7]
I see some haters grilling
I see some ladies chilling
I see that girly I been plotting to get at
She can hop in the whip and we can
Pump, p-p-pump, pump it up
[Verse 8]
Okay, we was leaving, we was done
Then she said, "Can my peoples come?"
Here we go, I see it, don't stop
They wanna ride in something where the rims don't stop
Look, baby, you fine but your girlfriend's not
[Verse 9]
And then she wanna hold out, getting cute on the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on your own
My jump off doesn't run of at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothing on Valentines day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hanging out with the fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous
[Verse 10]
Fellas, do your thing, let me do my thing
I mean, do your thing, let me do my thing
Shorties, move that thing, mommy, move that thing
Come on, move that thing, mommy, move that thing
Hustlers, do your thing, let me do my thing
Please tell the DJ, pump, p-p-pump, pump it up
[Verse 11]
Y'all dudes keep talking '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
Telling me she don't give brain like I'm stupid
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
[Verse 12]
Get it
Think about it, the game is bad, player
Ain't it bad, player?
Don't worry, Joey'll change it back, player
Might of heard me spitting with Cain and Fab, player
I gotta set boards to bring it back, player
Bang and clap, player
Front man no longer playing the back player
Plain as that, player
Eight oh eight's pumping, bang the track, player
Want my second wind, change the rap, player
Jump off one man gang, I'm back, player
[Verse 13]
Look, what you want, bump, double click pump
Ride, ride, swamp, dump off, homie, jump off
All these haters on my, uh, won't jump off
When all the streets need is j-j-j-jump off
J-J-Jump, j-j-jump off
[Verse 14]
Fellas, do your thing let me do my thing
I mean, do your thing, let me do my thing
Shorties, move that thing, mommy, move that thing
Come on, move that thing, mommy, move that thing
Hustlers, do your thing, let me do my thing
Please tell the DJ, pump, p-p-pump, pump it up
[Verse 15]
Fellas, do your thing, let me do my thing
I mean, do your thing, let me do my thing
Shorties, move that thing, mommy, move that thing
Come on, move that thing, mommy, move that thing
Hustlers, do your thing, let me do my thing
Please tell the DJ, pump, p-p-pump, pump it up
Written by: Claydes Smith, Dennis Ronald Thomas, George Brown, Joe Budden, Justin Smith, Richard Westfield, Robert Bell, Robert Spike Mickens, Ronald Bell
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