Pump Me Up Songtext
von Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five
Pump Me Up Songtext
Pump, pump, pump, pump me up
For anything you say, there is no cure for this (Rockness)
Come on, I said, "Come on", I said, "Come on"
Rappers might be willin′ but they ain't able ′cause I was their king straight from my cradle
I screamed and holla and shook my rattle and dreamt of a defeatin' them that all in battle
There was no food in my silver spoon, so I grew up hard and I grew up soon
I'm a writhes king but I′m hungry too and I eat up chumps that rap like you
Then I meat this shark and his name was George, he was biting my rhymes like y′all bite yours
I starting writing my rhymes, the shark grew and grew
But I was writing more rhymes than the shark could chew
The shark got sick and then he exploded 'cause he didn′t realised that my rhymes was loaded
He flew in the air and into the sea and the whole universe knew that the king was me
Come on, I said, "Come on", I said, "Come on"
I'm not at laser beam or diamond mine or a platen watch that some bitches whine
I′m not a pocket full of pearls, I'm a oil well
Like black gold baby I′m Melle Mel and to all the fly girls I come off hard
The slightest wink or nod makes me your guard
Though my rhymes are small, so my pockets are large
When I'm walkin' the dog, oh baby I′m in charge
I tread ladies like jewel and diamond rings on my fingers, on my arms on everything
On the streets, on the sheets I can′t be defeat, so don't ask "Where′s the beef?"
Baby here is the meat
I'm gonna get me some soap a towel in the cup ′cause the bum MC's are all washed up
Put your women on the line with the rest of the crew, so I can make love to her and annihilate you
Pump, pump (Me up), me what? (Me up)
Pump, pump, pump, pump me up
I′m like the genie in your lamp and face on your stamp
The hip-hop rocket, the microphone champ
Gotta knock out boys like a Rolls Royce
Gotta write to number one to be the peoples choice
'Cause you hum "ding" and then you hum "dong", it's just like the friendly game of ping pong
When you hit the ball upside the paddle, it′s just like cowboy ridin′ on a saddle
Up above your head is the flash off light 'cause I can rock to the beat on any god given night
Like to rock like to roll like to entertain while my car′s outside you're waiting for the train
The train to the bus, the bus to whatever and I′m the Mc that'll rock in any type of weather
I′m the bow legged brother, there never be another, I bought a mansion for my mother
Come on, I said, "Come on", I said, "Come on"
I got a certain cool, that breaks the rules, that gets me paid and a lot of fuel
And the women are calling day and night, just proofs that I'm getting mine like a thief in the night
Because the Scorpe is known as the singer, the quiet storm that lover did linger
I will not change 'cause it′s in my blood, I′m like dynamite and you're a rappin′ thug
And if it's future is here in the makin′ than why I can't be part of the takin′?
'Cause you know I like cars and fancy women that give me good love in the beginnest
Bubble bath and casual lights and girls say, "Scorpe you alright?"
So stop standing there like you from above and just relax yourselves and get in this tub
Pump, pump, pump, pump me up
For all you beautiful people out there, if you having a good time, everybody scream
I'm not at laser beam or diamond mine or a patented watch that some bitches whine
I′m not a pocket full of pearls, I′m a oil well
Like black gold baby I'm Melle Mel and to all the fly girls I come off hard
The slightest wink or nod makes me your guard
Though my rhymes are small, so my pockets are large
When I′m walkin' the dog, oh baby I′m in charge
I tread ladies like jewel and diamond rings on my fingers, on my arms on everything
On the streets, on the sheets I can't be defeat, so don′t ask "Where's the beef?"
Baby here is the meat
I'm gonna get me some soap a towel in the cup ′cause the bum MC′s are all washed up
Put your women on the line with the rest of the crew, so I can make love to her and annihilate you
Pump, pump (Me up), me what? (Me up)
For anything you say, there is no cure for this (Rockness)
Come on, I said, "Come on", I said, "Come on"
Rappers might be willin′ but they ain't able ′cause I was their king straight from my cradle
I screamed and holla and shook my rattle and dreamt of a defeatin' them that all in battle
There was no food in my silver spoon, so I grew up hard and I grew up soon
I'm a writhes king but I′m hungry too and I eat up chumps that rap like you
Then I meat this shark and his name was George, he was biting my rhymes like y′all bite yours
I starting writing my rhymes, the shark grew and grew
But I was writing more rhymes than the shark could chew
The shark got sick and then he exploded 'cause he didn′t realised that my rhymes was loaded
He flew in the air and into the sea and the whole universe knew that the king was me
Come on, I said, "Come on", I said, "Come on"
I'm not at laser beam or diamond mine or a platen watch that some bitches whine
I′m not a pocket full of pearls, I'm a oil well
Like black gold baby I′m Melle Mel and to all the fly girls I come off hard
The slightest wink or nod makes me your guard
Though my rhymes are small, so my pockets are large
When I'm walkin' the dog, oh baby I′m in charge
I tread ladies like jewel and diamond rings on my fingers, on my arms on everything
On the streets, on the sheets I can′t be defeat, so don't ask "Where′s the beef?"
Baby here is the meat
I'm gonna get me some soap a towel in the cup ′cause the bum MC's are all washed up
Put your women on the line with the rest of the crew, so I can make love to her and annihilate you
Pump, pump (Me up), me what? (Me up)
Pump, pump, pump, pump me up
I′m like the genie in your lamp and face on your stamp
The hip-hop rocket, the microphone champ
Gotta knock out boys like a Rolls Royce
Gotta write to number one to be the peoples choice
'Cause you hum "ding" and then you hum "dong", it's just like the friendly game of ping pong
When you hit the ball upside the paddle, it′s just like cowboy ridin′ on a saddle
Up above your head is the flash off light 'cause I can rock to the beat on any god given night
Like to rock like to roll like to entertain while my car′s outside you're waiting for the train
The train to the bus, the bus to whatever and I′m the Mc that'll rock in any type of weather
I′m the bow legged brother, there never be another, I bought a mansion for my mother
Come on, I said, "Come on", I said, "Come on"
I got a certain cool, that breaks the rules, that gets me paid and a lot of fuel
And the women are calling day and night, just proofs that I'm getting mine like a thief in the night
Because the Scorpe is known as the singer, the quiet storm that lover did linger
I will not change 'cause it′s in my blood, I′m like dynamite and you're a rappin′ thug
And if it's future is here in the makin′ than why I can't be part of the takin′?
'Cause you know I like cars and fancy women that give me good love in the beginnest
Bubble bath and casual lights and girls say, "Scorpe you alright?"
So stop standing there like you from above and just relax yourselves and get in this tub
Pump, pump, pump, pump me up
For all you beautiful people out there, if you having a good time, everybody scream
I'm not at laser beam or diamond mine or a patented watch that some bitches whine
I′m not a pocket full of pearls, I′m a oil well
Like black gold baby I'm Melle Mel and to all the fly girls I come off hard
The slightest wink or nod makes me your guard
Though my rhymes are small, so my pockets are large
When I′m walkin' the dog, oh baby I′m in charge
I tread ladies like jewel and diamond rings on my fingers, on my arms on everything
On the streets, on the sheets I can't be defeat, so don′t ask "Where's the beef?"
Baby here is the meat
I'm gonna get me some soap a towel in the cup ′cause the bum MC′s are all washed up
Put your women on the line with the rest of the crew, so I can make love to her and annihilate you
Pump, pump (Me up), me what? (Me up)
Writer(s): Robert Reed, Tony Fisher, Emmett Nixon, Taylor Reed Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
