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 it's a phat jazz tune Listen, examine this carefully, you can dance to the beat Or chill and have a seat or choke of the smoke of a cactus As I'm steady sounds out my NBC With the natural ability to make you wanna get
And maybe slap five to everyone So me a drink, stop and let me think the sounds of the street, The Funkadella Beat So go and get your and strap yourselves in For the of your life, the saga now begins 3, 2, 1, contact, we lift off right? 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 maybe you knew That I can be chilled and a good time So you see me Make sure you up your peace signs Recline, let mind be free the break of dawn at a club I'll be So you know to put your dirty up in the air
And wave 'em side to side like you don't care, yeah Sister's in the back the afro's And the brothers in the corner with the And if you haters trouble you know where to go And now you're tuned in to the of the Skee-Lo I take the stage and aid to another fella emcee Produce tracks is not whack with sounds my MP 3, 2, 1, contact, we lift off right? And so I'm about to flight and this is how it sounds
Beats they be infinite and phatter 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 others can relate Maybe find the phattest from the back of the crates
So chill cool the breeze Microphone check one, two to the Break down doors, on floors and have your fun 'Cuz the party doesn't stop till the comes Yeah, now I can feel the beats so I'ma kick back for a a seat, yo, and this is how it sounds
This is how it Yeah, this is how it