Placeholder: The jam is live in effect and I don't waste time On the mike with a dope rhyme Jump to the rhythm jump, jump to the rhythm jump And I'm here to combine Beats and lyrics to make your shake your pants Take a chance, come on and dance Guys grab a girl, don't wait, make her twirl It's your world and I'm just a squirrel Tryin' to get a nut to move your butt The jam is live in effect and I don't waste time On the mike with a dope rhyme Jump to the rhythm jump, jump to the rhythm jump And I'm here to combine Beats and lyrics to make your shake your pants Take a chance, come on and dance Guys grab a girl, don't wait, make her twirl It's your world and I'm just a squirrel Tryin' to get a nut to move your butt

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The jam is live in effect and I don't waste time On the mike with a dope rhyme Jump to the rhythm jump, jump to the rhythm jump And I'm here to combine Beats and lyrics to make your shake your pants Take a chance, come on and dance Guys grab a girl, don't wait, make her twirl It's your world and I'm just a squirrel Tryin' to get a nut to move your butt

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