Yeah, this is not the diddy 'cuz the dum, dum Now I'm checkin' out the sounds of the jazz drum The and the samples with the bass and the boom When added all together a phat jazz tune Listen, examine carefully, you can even dance to the beat Or chill and have a seat or choke of the smoke of a tree As I'm steady pumpin' out my NBC With the ability to make you wanna get down
And maybe slap five to everyone So pass me a drink, stop and let me the sounds of the street, The Funkadella Beat So go and get friends and strap yourselves in For the of your life, the saga now begins 3, 2, 1, contact, we have lift off So I'm about to take flight and is how it sounds
I freak the on the microphone, check it, baby, 1, 2 'Cuz I got the skills and I thought that you knew That I can be chilled and have a good So you see me Make sure you throw up your peace Recline, let mind be free Till the break of dawn at a club be So you know to put your hands 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 the jerboas And if you haters start you know where to go And now you're tuned in to the of the Skee-Lo I take the stage and your aid to fella emcee Produce is not whack with sounds from my MP 3, 2, 1, contact, we have lift off And so I'm about to take flight and is how it sounds
Beats be infinite and phatter than 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 the news is heard then others can relate Maybe find the samples from the back of the crates
So chill with the breeze Microphone check one, two to the Break down doors, dance on and have your fun the party doesn't stop till the morning comes Yeah, now I can feel the beats so I'ma back for a second Have a seat, yo, and is how it sounds
is how it sounds Yeah, this is how it