Yeah, this is not the diddy 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 it's a phat jazz tune Listen, examine this carefully, you can even to the beat Or and have a seat or choke of the smoke of a cactus tree As I'm pumpin' sounds out my NBC With the natural ability to make you get down
And maybe slap five to around So pass me a drink, and let me think the sounds of the street, The Funkadella Beat So go and get your and strap yourselves in For the journey's of your life, the saga now 3, 2, 1, contact, we lift off right? So I'm about to take flight and this is how it
I freak the on the microphone, check it, baby, 1, 2 'Cuz I got the skills and I thought that 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 dawn at a club be So you know to put dirty hands up in the air
And wave 'em side to side like you just care, yeah Sister's in the with the afro's And the brothers in the corner with the And if you haters start 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 lift off And so I'm about to take flight and this is how it
they be infinite and phatter than the pork The sounds can be from Cali to New York Forget about your troubles, about your blues 'Cuz is alive, so go and spread the news And once the is heard then others can relate Maybe the phattest samples from the back of the crates
So cool 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 feel the beats so I'ma kick for a second Have a seat, yo, and this is how it
is how it sounds Yeah, is how it sounds