Yeah, is not the diddy 'cuz the diddy's dum, dum Now I'm checkin' out the sounds of the phat drum The horns and the with the bass and the boom When added all it's a phat jazz tune Listen, examine this carefully, you can even dance to the Or chill and have a seat or choke of the smoke of a tree As I'm pumpin' sounds out my NBC With the natural ability to you wanna get down
And maybe slap 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 and strap yourselves in For the journey's of your life, the now begins 3, 2, 1, contact, we lift off right? 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 maybe you knew I can be chilled and have a good time So you see me Make sure you throw up your peace 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 side to like you just don't care, yeah Sister's in the back with the And the in the corner with the jerboas And if you start trouble you know where to go And now tuned in to the sounds of the Skee-Lo I the stage and your aid to another fella emcee Produce tracks is not whack with 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 phatter the pork The can be heard from Cali to New York Forget about your troubles, forget about your 'Cuz is alive, so go and spread the news And once the news is heard then others can Maybe find the phattest samples from the of the crates
So chill cool the breeze Microphone check one, two to the down doors, dance on floors and have your fun 'Cuz the party stop till the morning comes Yeah, now I can feel the beats so I'ma kick back for a a seat, yo, and this is how it sounds
This is how it Yeah, this is how it