Jump Bad

Lyrics

[Chorus] Jump bad Just wiggle your big toe Jump bad Just move a muscle Jump bad You just-just blink your eye Jump bad, jump bad He, ah-ha [Post-Chorus] So I can hit you upside the head with a loaf of this bread A-huh, and you know you ain't got no insurance on yourself [Verse 1] There's this dude down in Houston, Texas Hangs around third ward We called him "Rundown", Rundown He got his name of this 'cause he's sure run-down, a-heh-heh Ol' Rundown hangs around Pierre's Used Cameras Or Yates or Wheatley House School Tryin' to hustle him a few nickles 'Cause he hustle off the paper, a-huh, don't work for nobody Lord have mercy, hands as smooth as silk, huh This particular morning, Rundown needed a little change So he was standin' in front of this grocery store 'Cause he knows welfare check cashin' time, huh He gon' stand there and get him a little change Went out the grocery store, walked this sweet little old lady Carryin' an arm full of groceries Rundown tried to snatch her purse off her arm, hmm-hmm But what he didn't know is mom had it tied to her wrist, huh Oh Lord, it was locked and chained When he tried to snatch the purse, mom dropped the groceries Grabbed the walkin' stick, heh Shoved him up 'gainst the wall, huh Bust him upside the head, huh Point a finger in his face and told him to, heh "Yeah, you young punk, you jump bad" [Chorus] Just move a muscle Jump bad Wiggle your big toe Go on and jump bad Just stick your toes out there, hmm-hmm Jump bad-bad, uh-huh [Post-Chorus] Shocked and spray some of this mace in your face, hmm-hmm And you know you ain't got no insurance on yourself [Verse 2] While ol' Rundown was tryin' to wipe the mace out his eyes He gained his composure Grandmama's tryin' to get up her little groceries And get her purse and change together Somebody said "Call the police, he's tryin' to rob this old woman!" She said "No baby, don't, don't call Don't-don't spend no dime, baby, I'll take care of this young punk myself", huh "Tryin' to rob me, I knows karate, baby And when he get through nursin' that knot I put upside his head Mom got somethin' else for him" Rundown got to his feet, but mom grabbed him again Shoved him up 'gainst the wall Took her walkin' stick and hit him upside the head, huh Point a finger in his face and told him, say "Uh-huh, uh-huh, young punk You jump bad" [Chorus] Just wiggle your kneecap Jump bad Move-move your foot Go on and jump bad You just shake your head A-let's take it and jump bad, well, a-how [Post-Chorus] So I can knock you out with a can of this sauerkraut And you know you ain't got no insurance on yourself, huh Had to go, but tryin' somethin' for mom I'm a-disabled, you know, you understand? Listen, y'all tryin' to rob me? Boy, I'll kill you You tryin' to get your name in the paper here? Is that what you're tryin' to do, get your name in the paper Well you gonna get it in there messin' with me But you ain't gonna be able to read, I guarantee you that, a-hmm-hmm Just put you in your grave, hmm I've been- I've been dyin' to see one of you young punks to hustle me now Knock your knee out of socket, hmm, bust your teeth out You know I'm a boxer too, baby, hmm Boy, I'll kill you, hmm-hmm I'll mess you up so bad your mama won't even know you You mess with me, he You go on and jump, huh-huh, heh Ju-just wiggle your big toes Ya-ya-ya-just say somethin', a-hmm Look, I tell you what, you just- you just think you're high, hmm I'll bust your brains out Help me pick up my groceries you little whippersnapper you Help me get my bagette, get my can of corn over Get them sweet peas, pick up those sweet peas I'll kill you Well, heh-ho, uh-huh Young punk, you I'm gonna make some out