I used to listen the cassette single of House of Pain's Jump Around with my unc in his Pontiac Fiero back in the mid 90's (used to scavenge old tapes outta the cars when we were walking around the auto yard my dad worked at), I heard the original of this track on repeat probably about a million times and I never heard it say "Amps it are junking" that doesn't even make grammatical sense as a sentence even for rap. I've always heard it as "Amps in the trunk - and I got more rhymes than there's cops at a 'Duncan Donuts' shop. And it's "just like the Prodigal Son (see Parable of The Lost Son) I've returned..." not "Radical Son." You might say "Oh, Durst made changes to the lyrics." But I've listened to both the original and this cover and there reslly aren't any other than the Korn shout out and when he says "Thieves with the funk flow - someone's talking junk yo" in the 11th line.
Thanks for the accurate lyrics.
Here is how In hear it:
Thanks for the accurate lyrics.
Here is how In hear it:
Jump Around
House of Pain
Jump Around
House of Pain
Pack it up, pack it in.
Let me begin.
I came to win. Battle me; that's a sin.
I won't tear the sack up.
Punk, you'd better back up;
Try and play the role and, yo, the whole crew will act up.
Get up; stand up; [“come on!”]
Come on, throw your hands up.
If you've got the feeling, jump across the ceiling.
Muggs is a funk fest,
Someone's talking junk
Yo, I'll bust ’em in the eye and then I'll take the punks home.
Feel it; funk it;
Amps in the trunk and
I got more...
Pack it up, pack it in.
Let me begin.
I came to win. Battle me; that's a sin.
I won't tear the sack up.
Punk, you'd better back up;
Try and play the role and, yo, the whole crew will act up.
Get up; stand up; [“come on!”]
Come on, throw your hands up.
If you've got the feeling, jump across the ceiling.
Muggs is a funk fest,
Someone's talking junk
Yo, I'll bust ’em in the eye and then I'll take the punks home.
Feel it; funk it;
Amps in the trunk and
I got more rhymes than there's cops at a “Dunkin-
Donuts” shop.
Sure enough, I got props
From the kids on the Hill plus my mom and my pops.
[Chorus]
I came to get down; I came to get down;
So, get out’ your seat and jump around!
Jump around, [Jump around]
Jump around, [Jump around]
Jump around, [Jump around]
Jump up, Jump up, and get down.
Jump,
Jump, jump, jump, [“Everybody”] jump,
Jump, jump, jump, jump,
Jump, jump, jump, [“Everybody”] jump,
Jump, jump, jump, jump
I'll serve you’re a$$ like
John McEnroe.
If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the ho.
Word to your moms:
I came to drop bombs.
I got more rhymes than the Bible's got psalms.
And just like the Prodigal Son,
I've returned.
Anyone stepping to me, you'll get burned,
’Cause I got lyrics,
But, you ain't got none.
If you come to battle bring a shotgun.
But if you do, you're a fool,
’Cause I duel to the death
Try’n to step to me, you'll take your last breath.
I got the skill;
Come get your fill,
’Cause when I shoot to give, I shoot to kill
[Chorus]
I'm the cream of the crop,
I rise to the top.
I never eat the pig ’cause a pig is a cop,
Or, better yet, a terminator
Like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Try'n to play me out like, as if, my name was Sega.
But I ain't going out
Like no punk, b!+c#.
Get used to one style and, you know, I might switch
It up-up and around,
Then buck-buck you down;
Put out your head, ’n’ then you wake up in ‘The Dawn of the Dead’.
I'm coming to get ya,
I’m coming to get ya.
Spitting out lyrics; Homie I'll wet ya.
I used to listen the cassette single of House of Pain's Jump Around with my unc in his Pontiac Fiero back in the mid 90's (used to scavenge old tapes outta the cars when we were walking around the auto yard my dad worked at), I heard the original of this track on repeat probably about a million times and I never heard it say "Amps it are junking" that doesn't even make grammatical sense as a sentence even for rap. I've always heard it as "Amps in the trunk - and I got more rhymes than there's cops at a 'Duncan Donuts' shop. And it's "just like the Prodigal Son (see Parable of The Lost Son) I've returned..." not "Radical Son." You might say "Oh, Durst made changes to the lyrics." But I've listened to both the original and this cover and there reslly aren't any other than the Korn shout out and when he says "Thieves with the funk flow - someone's talking junk yo" in the 11th line.
Thanks for the accurate lyrics.
Here is how In hear it:
Thanks for the accurate lyrics.
Here is how In hear it:
Jump Around House of Pain
Jump Around House of Pain
Pack it up, pack it in. Let me begin. I came to win. Battle me; that's a sin. I won't tear the sack up. Punk, you'd better back up; Try and play the role and, yo, the whole crew will act up. Get up; stand up; [“come on!”] Come on, throw your hands up. If you've got the feeling, jump across the ceiling. Muggs is a funk fest, Someone's talking junk Yo, I'll bust ’em in the eye and then I'll take the punks home. Feel it; funk it; Amps in the trunk and I got more...
Pack it up, pack it in.
Let me begin.
I came to win. Battle me; that's a sin.
I won't tear the sack up.
Punk, you'd better back up; Try and play the role and, yo, the whole crew will act up.
Get up; stand up; [“come on!”] Come on, throw your hands up.
If you've got the feeling, jump across the ceiling.
Muggs is a funk fest, Someone's talking junk Yo, I'll bust ’em in the eye and then I'll take the punks home.
Feel it; funk it; Amps in the trunk and I got more rhymes than there's cops at a “Dunkin- Donuts” shop.
Sure enough, I got props From the kids on the Hill plus my mom and my pops.
[Chorus]
I came to get down; I came to get down; So, get out’ your seat and jump around! Jump around, [Jump around] Jump around, [Jump around] Jump around, [Jump around] Jump up, Jump up, and get down. Jump, Jump, jump, jump, [“Everybody”] jump, Jump, jump, jump, jump, Jump, jump, jump, [“Everybody”] jump, Jump, jump, jump, jump
I'll serve you’re a$$ like John McEnroe.
If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the ho.
Word to your moms: I came to drop bombs.
I got more rhymes than the Bible's got psalms.
And just like the Prodigal Son, I've returned.
Anyone stepping to me, you'll get burned, ’Cause I got lyrics, But, you ain't got none.
If you come to battle bring a shotgun.
But if you do, you're a fool, ’Cause I duel to the death Try’n to step to me, you'll take your last breath.
I got the skill; Come get your fill, ’Cause when I shoot to give, I shoot to kill
[Chorus]
I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top.
I never eat the pig ’cause a pig is a cop, Or, better yet, a terminator Like Arnold Schwarzenegger Try'n to play me out like, as if, my name was Sega.
But I ain't going out Like no punk, b!+c#.
Get used to one style and, you know, I might switch It up-up and around, Then buck-buck you down; Put out your head, ’n’ then you wake up in ‘The Dawn of the Dead’. I'm coming to get ya, I’m coming to get ya.
Spitting out lyrics; Homie I'll wet ya.
[Chorus] Jump [+16X (33X)]