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 the bass and the boom When added all together it's a phat jazz Listen, examine 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 sounds out my NBC the natural ability to make you wanna get down
And maybe slap five to around So pass me a drink, and let me think About the sounds of the street, The Funkadella So go and get your friends and yourselves in For the of your life, the saga now begins 3, 2, 1, contact, we have off right? So I'm about to take flight and is how it sounds
I the funk on the microphone, check it, baby, 1, 2 'Cuz I got the skills and I thought 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 mind be Till the break of at a club I'll be So you know to put your hands up in the air
And wave 'em side to side like you don't care, yeah Sister's in the with the afro's And the brothers in the with the jerboas And if you start trouble you know where to go And now you're tuned in to the sounds of the 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 flight and this is how it
Beats they be infinite and than the pork The sounds can be from Cali to New York Forget about your troubles, forget your blues 'Cuz is alive, so go and spread the news And once the is heard then others can relate find the phattest samples from the back of the crates
So chill cool with the Microphone check one, two to the down doors, dance on floors and have your fun 'Cuz the doesn't stop till the morning comes Yeah, now I can feel the beats so I'ma back for a second a seat, yo, and this is how it sounds
This is how it Yeah, is how it sounds