Lyrics:

Jump ta this
Jump ta this
Jump ta this
Who can make 'em jump?

We slid into the party 'bout ten
Order Hennessey, my doggs want juice and gin
We found a spot in the cut
Baby girl with the jeans got a gang of butt (Goddamn)
So she gets the thumbs up
No doubt that she's checkin' me out
But a fine white dandy with her tongue out her mouth
Is straight manage, ain't hold nothin' back
If her man's in the house, I know he's mad for that
Hope she's with them other two with the skirt on (And why is that?)
So we can get our flirt on
'Cause ain't nothin' wrong with gettin' it on if you know what I mean
And 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
It's a trip, I might have to fuck tonight, psyche
I'd rather stay as high as a kite
Now ask me...

Who can make 'em jump to this?
I can make 'em jump
Who can make 'em jump to this
Can you make 'em jump?
Who can make 'em jump to this
We can make 'em jump
Who can make 'em jump?
Well jump bitch

We still up in the party layin' low
Wonder why them trick sick niggas playin ho (I know)
They still on the simp mode, ya shoulda asked the Twinz
'Cause 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 it's time to dip
Grab my drink and it's on (Yeah)
I see ya' groovin' to the music, well let's get it on (It's 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 don't ever put in work when it's time to bail (Oh well)
Shoulda knew it wasn't poppin' like that
Now she's caught up on this nigga Wayniac
Now...

Who can make 'em jump to this?
I can make 'em jump
Who can make 'em jump to this
Can you make 'em jump?
Who can make 'em jump?
Well jump bitch

Ok. the club is at close mode
Hoes is froze, lookin' for the one got chose
Niggas outside posted up, bumpin' the beat sucka written on they face
'Cause you know they gon' 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 don't 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 far away from them other simps
'Cause 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, 'cause we roll thick
It don't stop, G-Funk Era wit another hit trick
Now...

Who can make 'em jump to this?
I can make 'em jump
Who can make 'em jump to this
Can you make 'em jump?
Who can make 'em jump?
Well jump bitch