Keep on Jumpin

[Kool Keith] Yeah, Bronx, New York City! Kool Keith Nobody can't see me no more, or be me no more The latest rapper who is it, I don't even watch TV no more Just 16 points a night, Atlanta Hawk cheerleaders, clap when I score My urination bounce off the basketball floor My texture is tight, wipe my ass on the fiberglass Top draft pick, I'm up in here, you know it homes Compare me to Sean Puffy Combs The New Jersey Nets won't ignore the bassline dunk C'mon, jump Shocked the V.I.P. section My sneaker prints, show on the backboards with affection Top to bottom I got 'em [Hook: Kool Keith] Keep on jumpin, girls keep pumpin {*repeat 3X*} [Kool Keith] No Tipparillos, ingredients better, the pot roaster You must be smokin dust, pull up on you like Doug Collins Albert and Bernards, I burn hard Can't stop me the show is not finished You saw what happened to Steven Houston, like Ron Artest Rookies comin against ya, is only gonna play 3 minutes My team form in the corner, better than Carmello's jumper Your wife watchin me in mid-air, the number 1 fan Don't hate me, you hate Bryan Pumper The underhand fingerroll, when he walked off the court Not impressed with the kicks, who designed the sole My bottom feet stay on the shoulders of Manute Bol I'm worst against the clock Go tell Pee Wee, I'm the best on your block Top to bottom I got 'em [Hook] [Kool Keith] My inside game is hard to rub next to the boards My lyrics flow, next to yours Your turnaround is lame, my fadeaway is spectacular Confront TNT, the show with Charles Barkley My simple lay-up looks 10 times better than yours You better on the floors Your mixtape, I call you DJ pause You know the flower