Yeah, this is not the diddy 'cuz the dum, dum Now I'm checkin' out the sounds of the jazz drum The horns and the samples with the and the boom When added all it's a phat jazz tune Listen, examine carefully, you can even dance to the beat Or chill and have a seat or choke of the smoke of a tree As I'm steady pumpin' out my NBC With the ability to make you wanna get down
And maybe slap to everyone around So pass me a drink, stop and let me the sounds of the street, The Funkadella Beat 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 off right? So I'm about to take flight and is how it sounds
I freak the funk on the microphone, 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 throw up your peace 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 back with the And the in the corner with the jerboas And if you haters start trouble you know to go And now you're tuned in to the sounds of the I take the stage and your aid to another emcee Produce tracks is not whack sounds from my MP 3, 2, 1, contact, we have off right? And so I'm about to take flight and is how it sounds
Beats be infinite and phatter than the pork The sounds can be heard from to New York Forget about your troubles, forget your blues 'Cuz is alive, so go and spread the news And once the news is then others can relate Maybe find the phattest samples from the of the crates
So chill cool the breeze check one, two to the three Break down doors, dance on floors and have fun the party doesn't stop 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
This is how it Yeah, this is how it