Yeah, this is not the diddy 'cuz the dum, dum Now I'm checkin' out the sounds of the phat drum The horns and the samples with the bass and the When all together it's a phat jazz tune Listen, this carefully, you can even dance to the beat Or and have a seat or choke of the smoke of a cactus tree As I'm steady pumpin' out my NBC With the natural to make you wanna 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 friends and yourselves in For the journey's of life, the saga now begins 3, 2, 1, contact, we have off right? So I'm about to take and this is how it sounds
I the funk on the microphone, check it, baby, 1, 2 'Cuz I got the and I thought that maybe you knew That I can be and have a good time So you see me sure you throw up your peace signs Recline, let mind 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 side to side like you don't care, yeah Sister's in the back the afro's And the brothers in the corner with the And if you haters trouble you know where to go And now tuned in to the sounds of the Skee-Lo I take the stage and your aid to another fella tracks is not whack with sounds from my MP 3, 2, 1, contact, we have off right? And so I'm to take flight and this is how it sounds
Beats they be and phatter than the pork The sounds can be heard from to New York Forget your troubles, forget about your blues jazz is alive, so go and spread the news And once the news is then others can relate Maybe the phattest samples from the back of the crates
So chill with the breeze check one, two to the three Break down doors, dance on floors and 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