Artist: Travis Barker f/ The Cool Kids Album: Give the Drummer Some Song: Jump Down Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Mikey Rocks] Uhh... Awwww it's the Humpty Dump truck, big wheel wall crumbler If money did talk yours probably be a mumbler The bumblebee-colored kush burnin in the bubbler puff Brother Rocks Dougie but it's uglier 'round that other stuff I'm sayin though, weighin only about 175 I sound like a heavier guy But we high, so high five, behinds and nice thighs When the sun beamin, flickin off the old blue Beamers hoodie And Woody Allen couldn't see it with his glasses on At homecoming gettin drunker than the chaperone And don't you hate when you go into a place and somebody need a I.D. cause they done left that at home? You feel bad if you go ahead and leave 'em So you try to swap it out and hope the doorman believe 'em Yo he take cash, send a check to him directly or money orders Every dollar four quarters [Chorus: Chuck Inglish] + (Mikey Rocks) While I drive, break, shift (Ridin, swervin, bigger than Suburbans) Jump down! And I drive, break, shift (slidin, swervin, right through the curb and) (Shift, swervin, they all get nervous) Jump down! While I drive, break, shift (slidin, swervin, right through the curb and) (Ridin, swervin, bigger than Suburbans) Jump down! And I drive, break, shift (slidin, swervin, right through the curb and) (Shift, swervin, they all get nervous) Jump down! [Chuck Inglish] And I just touched down, pillowcase-sized clouds Louder than that pound like your neighbor's at your door ROO! Dawg, take yo' jaw up off the floor Meet your neighbor Chuck Daly, it's the liveliest coach Bless his soul, it's amazin though, the same as goes Kept his soles rigid, but the seats ain't that color Mike Rock copped a Range, had it flickin last summer Size 900 with the turbo runnin on 'em Gold VVS's, in the zone is a Nexus Supposed to been flexed on y'all niggaz last summer Chill.. we ain't have to move a muscle At a court case pendin and we hit the ground runnin Get your rap together, you ain't talkin 'bout nothin Loose lips sink ships and y'all ain't talkin 'bout none of us And this 45 back on my #9 '94 +Can't Touch These+ like it's Hammer Time [Chorus]