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 jazz tune Listen, this 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 pumpin' sounds out my NBC With the natural ability to make you get down
And slap five to everyone around So pass me a drink, stop and let me About the of the street, The Funkadella Beat So go and get friends and strap yourselves in For the journey's of your life, the now begins 3, 2, 1, contact, we have lift off So I'm to take flight and this is how it sounds
I freak the funk on the microphone, it, baby, 1, 2 'Cuz I got the skills and I thought that maybe you That I can be chilled and have a time So you see me Make sure you throw up your 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 Sister's in the with the afro's And the brothers in the with the jerboas And if you haters trouble you know where to go And now tuned in to the sounds of the Skee-Lo I take the stage and your aid to fella emcee Produce is not whack 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 and phatter than the pork The sounds can be heard Cali to New York about your troubles, forget about your blues 'Cuz jazz is alive, so go and spread the And once the news is heard then others can find the phattest samples from the back of the crates
So chill with the breeze Microphone one, two to the three Break down doors, dance on floors and have fun 'Cuz the party doesn't stop till the 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, is how it sounds