Jump Bad

[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