Yeah, is not the diddy 'cuz the diddy's dum, dum Now I'm checkin' out the of the phat jazz drum The and the samples with the bass and the boom When added all together it's a phat tune Listen, this carefully, you can even dance to the beat Or chill and have a or choke of the smoke of a cactus tree As I'm steady sounds out my NBC With the natural ability to make you wanna get
And maybe five to everyone around So pass me a drink, stop and let me About the sounds of the street, The Beat So go and get your friends and strap in For the of your life, the saga now begins 3, 2, 1, contact, we have off right? So I'm about to flight and this is how it sounds
I freak the on the microphone, check it, baby, 1, 2 'Cuz I got the and I thought that maybe you knew That I can be chilled and a good time So you see me sure you throw up your peace signs Recline, let your be free Till the break of at a club I'll be So you know to put your dirty up in the air
And wave 'em to side like you just don't care, yeah in the back with the afro's And the brothers in the corner with the And if you start trouble you know where to go And now you're tuned in to the sounds of the I take the stage and your aid to another fella Produce tracks is not with sounds from my MP 3, 2, 1, contact, we lift off right? And so I'm about to flight and this is how it sounds
Beats they be infinite and than the pork The sounds can be from Cali to New York Forget about troubles, forget about your blues 'Cuz jazz is alive, so go and spread the And once the news is heard then others can Maybe find the phattest samples the back of the crates
So cool with the breeze Microphone one, two to the three down doors, dance on floors and have your fun 'Cuz the party doesn't stop till the comes Yeah, now I can feel the beats so I'ma kick for a second a seat, yo, and this is how it sounds
This is how it Yeah, this is how it