Yeah, this is not the diddy the diddy's dum, dum Now I'm checkin' out the sounds of the jazz drum The horns and the samples with the bass and the When added all together it's a jazz tune Listen, examine carefully, you can even dance to the beat Or chill and a seat or choke of the smoke of a cactus tree As I'm pumpin' sounds out my NBC With the natural ability to make you get down
And maybe five to everyone around So pass me a drink, stop and let me About the sounds of the street, The Funkadella So go and get your and strap yourselves in For the journey's of your life, the saga now 3, 2, 1, contact, we have lift off So I'm about to take and this is how it sounds
I freak the funk on the microphone, it, baby, 1, 2 'Cuz I got the skills and I thought that maybe you I can be chilled and have a good time So you see me sure you throw up your peace signs Recline, let mind be free Till the of dawn at a club I'll be So you know to put dirty hands up in the air
And wave 'em to side like you just don't care, yeah Sister's in the back with the And the brothers in the with the jerboas And if you start trouble you know where to go And now you're in to the sounds of the Skee-Lo I take the stage and aid to another fella emcee tracks is not whack with sounds from my MP 3, 2, 1, contact, we have lift off And so I'm about to take and this is how it sounds
Beats be infinite and phatter than the pork The sounds can be heard from Cali to New Forget about your troubles, forget about your 'Cuz is alive, so go and spread the news And once the news is heard others can relate Maybe find the phattest samples from the of the crates
So chill cool the breeze check one, two to the three Break down doors, on floors and have your fun 'Cuz the party doesn't stop till the morning Yeah, now I can feel the beats so I'ma back for a second a seat, yo, and this is how it sounds
This is how it Yeah, this is how it