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Westwood: The Jump Off
Disc 1
01. What Up Westwood
02. Gangsta Music
03. Where My Niggaz @!
04. Stand Up
05. Don't Jump Bitch Move
06. Where the Hood At
07. Clap Back
08. Put It in the Air
09. I Really Mean It
10. Through the Wire
11. No Better Love
12. P.I.M.P.
13. Holidae Inn
14. Like a Pimp
15. Salt Shaker
16. Get Low (remix)
17. Change Clothes
18. Turn Me On
19. Murder She Wrote
20. Who Am I
21. Girls Dem Sugar
22. Traffic Blocking
23. Heads High
24. Everyone Falls in Love
25. When I See You Smile
26. Ting a Ling
27. Solid as a Rock
28. Just One of Those Days
29. You Don't Know My Name
Disc 2
01. Holla
02. Wessyde Dub
03. Dirty NYC
04. Say Wuut
05. Get Em Up
06. It Takes Scoop
07. Thug Anthem
08. You Will Never Find
09. Down For Me
10. Can't Let You Go
11. Bad Boy This Bad Boy That
12. Mighty D Block (2 Guns Up)
13. What We Do
14. Focus
15. Down
16. Oh Yeah
17. Get Up Rudeboy (No No No)
18. Girl
19. Gone
20. Lay Lay
21. Regular
22. Tekk
23. Tear the Roof Off
24. Shimmy Shimmy Ya
25. Shook Ones, Part 2
26. Killa Cam
27. 2003 Rap Up
28. Stay Real
29. Brooklyn
30. OK Mammi
Woo! Uh, uh, bounce is back
Uh, uh-uh, uh, uh, gyeah, uh, your boy is back
(Sexy, sexy) I know y'all missed the bounce
You need to bounce for the sexy, you know?
Uh, let's get it in

Yeah ma, your dude is back, the Maybach Coupe is back
Tell the whole world the truth is back
You ain't gotta argue about who can rap
'Cause the proof is back, just go through my raps

(New York, New York) yeah, where my troopers at?
Where my hustlers, where my boosters at?
I don't care what you do for stacks
I know the world glued your back to the wall
You gotta brawl, do that

I been through that, been shot at, shoot back
Gotta keep a peace like a Buddhist
I ain't a New Jack, nobody gon' Wesley Snipe me
It's less than likely, move back
Let I breathe, Jedi Knight
The more space I get the better I write
Oh, never I write, but if ever I write
I need the space to say whatever I like, now just

Change clothes, and go
You know I stay fresh to death, a boy from the projects
And I'ma take you to the top of the globe, so let's go
So let's exchange numbers and go
And girl I promise you no substitutes
It's just me
Ha, ha!

And I ain't gon' tell you again, let's get ghost in the Phantom
You can bring your friend, we can make this a tandem
Or you can come by yourself if you can stand him
Best believe, I sweat out weaves

Give Afro Puffs like R-A-G-E
Hard you get if could move it
Back it on up like a U-Haul truck
Then run and tell them ducks you heard Hovi new -

He and the boy Phar-real make beautiful music
He is to the East Coast what Snoop is
To the West Coast, what 'Face is to Houston
Young Hov' in the house is so necessary
No bra with that blouse, that's so necessary
No panties and jeans, that's so necessary
Now why you fronting on me, is that necessary?

Do I, to you, look like a lame
Who don't understand a broad with a mean shoe game
Who's up on dot dot dot and Vera Wang
Ma are you insane? Let's just
(What you want me to do?)

Change clothes, and go
You know I stay fresh to death, a boy from the projects
And I'ma take you to the top of the globe, so let's go
So let's exchange numbers and go
And girl I promise you, no substitutes
It's just me

Ha ha! Sexy, sexy
Ha ha! Sexy, sexy (it's so necessary ma)
Ha ha! Sexy, sexy (woo, that's right, it's a groove)
Ha ha! Sexy, sexy (uh, uh, it's a groove, uh, bring it back)
Ha ha!

Young Hov' in the house, it's so necessary
No bra with that blouse, that's so necessary
No panties and jeans, that's so necessary
Why you frontin' on me?
Let's go to my hotel, 'cause this don't go well
With those S. Dots, gotta stay fresh ma

Ma, I don't shop where the rest buy
Ho no ma, please respect my
Jiggy this is probably Purple Label
Or that BBC sh- or it's probably tailored
And y'all n- actin' way too tough
Throw on a suit, get it tapered up, and let's just

Change clothes, and go
You know I stay fresh to death, a boy from the projects
And I'ma take you to the top of the globe, so let's go
So let's exchange numbers and go
And girl I promise you, no substitutes
It's just me

Ha ha! Sexy, sexy (uh, uh, woo, sing along)
Ha ha! Sexy, sexy (yeah, uh, turn your radio up)
Ha ha! Sexy, sexy (woo, put your hands in the air if you in the club)
Ha ha! Sexy, sexy (snap your fingers now, uh, woo!)
Ha ha!
Uh, uh, your boy is back
Uh-huh, uh, uh, the bounce is back)
Uh, uh, woo, uh, Young is back
Peace