Yeah, is not the diddy 'cuz the diddy's dum, dum Now I'm checkin' out the sounds of the jazz drum The horns and the with the bass and the boom When added all together it's a jazz tune Listen, examine this carefully, you can even dance to the Or chill and a seat or choke of the smoke of a cactus tree As I'm steady sounds 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 About the sounds of the street, The Beat 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 to take flight 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 your be free Till the break of dawn at a club be So you know to put dirty hands up in the air
And 'em side to side like you just don't care, yeah in the back with the afro's And the brothers in the 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 tracks is not with sounds from my MP 3, 2, 1, contact, we lift off right? And so I'm about to take flight and this is how it
Beats they be infinite and phatter the pork The sounds can be from Cali to New York Forget about your troubles, forget about your jazz is alive, so go and spread the news And once the news is heard then others can find 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 the party doesn't stop till the morning comes Yeah, now I can the beats so I'ma kick back for a second a seat, yo, and this is how it sounds
This is how it Yeah, is how it sounds