Yeah, this is not the 'cuz the diddy's dum, dum Now I'm out the sounds of the phat jazz drum The horns and the samples the bass and the boom When added all together it's a phat jazz Listen, this carefully, you can even dance to the beat Or chill and have a seat or choke of the of a cactus tree As I'm steady sounds out my NBC With the natural ability to make you wanna get
And maybe slap five to everyone So me a drink, stop and let me think About the sounds of the street, The Funkadella 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 take 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 chilled and have a time So you see me Make sure you up your peace signs Recline, let your be free Till the break of dawn at a I'll be So you know to put your hands up in the air
And wave 'em side to side you just don't care, yeah Sister's in the back with the And the brothers in the corner the jerboas And if you haters start trouble you know to go And now you're in to the sounds of the Skee-Lo I take the and your aid to another fella emcee tracks is not whack with sounds from my MP 3, 2, 1, contact, we have off right? And so I'm about to take 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 the news is heard then others can relate Maybe find the phattest samples from the of the crates
So chill cool the breeze Microphone check one, two to the Break down doors, dance on floors and your fun 'Cuz the party doesn't till the morning comes Yeah, now I can feel the beats so kick back for a second Have a seat, yo, and is how it sounds
is how it sounds Yeah, is how it sounds