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 samples with the and the boom When added all together it's a phat tune Listen, examine carefully, you can even dance to the beat Or chill and have a seat or of the smoke of a cactus tree As I'm pumpin' sounds out my NBC With the ability to make you wanna get down
And slap five to everyone around So me a drink, stop and let me think About the sounds of the street, The Beat So go and get friends 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 flight and this is how it sounds
I the funk on the microphone, check it, baby, 1, 2 I got the skills and I thought that maybe you knew That I can be and have a good time So you see me Make sure you throw up peace signs Recline, let your mind be Till the break of 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 with the afro's And the in the corner with the jerboas And if you haters start trouble you where to go And now tuned in to the sounds of the Skee-Lo I take the stage and your aid to another fella Produce is not whack with sounds from my MP 3, 2, 1, contact, we lift off right? And so I'm to take flight and this is how it sounds
they be infinite and phatter than the pork The sounds can be heard from to New York Forget about troubles, forget about your blues 'Cuz is alive, so go and spread the news And once the is heard then others can relate Maybe find the phattest samples from the of the crates
So chill with the breeze Microphone one, two to the three Break down doors, dance on floors and your fun 'Cuz the doesn't stop till the morning comes Yeah, now I can feel the beats so kick back for a second a seat, yo, and this is how it sounds
This is how it Yeah, this is how it