Tytuł: The art of getting jumped

• Wykonawca: 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 I'm already en route," no doubt
  Might even jump up on the mic
  to make sure that this party's 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, y'all know the rules
  Bump ?? people and out come the tools
  Ain't been a fair fight since the creation of crews
  and that's 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! **
  
  [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!") that's when the bullshit'll start
  It only takes a second less you got on ice
  Just for wearin your chain in they club, they'll beat you twice
  Served with fried rice, you get a can of whoop ass
  My only advice is don't fall and book ass
  For the nigga who slip, don't fall in a position
  where your lip'll catch a hickie (girl they'll 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!!)
  It's 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]
  It's schematically plotted out to break hearts and bodies
  and ya best believe we came to party
  Don't 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
  That's an illusion - you can still catch contusions
  for flossin your hard-earned shine
  I'm talkin games ?? ?? the longest
  then it's some other niggaz time
  You'll 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, it's this joint, called the art of getting jumped
  We had to put this one on the album y'know?
  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 couldn't get me though
  That's why I second round outside on 'em
  Pull out some fuckin guns - punk bastards
  and that's why my ass was hidin under the bridge (HAHAHAHA)