Yeah, this is not the diddy the diddy's dum, dum Now I'm checkin' out the of the phat jazz drum The horns and the samples with the bass and the When added all together it's a phat jazz Listen, examine this carefully, you can dance to the beat Or chill and have a seat or choke of the 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 around So me a drink, stop and let me think About the of the street, The Funkadella Beat So go and get your and strap yourselves in For the journey's of life, the saga now begins 3, 2, 1, contact, we have lift off So I'm about to take flight and this is how it
I freak the funk on the microphone, it, baby, 1, 2 I got the skills and I thought that maybe 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 be free Till the break of 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 just don't care, in the back with the afro's And the brothers in the corner with the And if you haters start trouble you where to go And now you're tuned in to the sounds of the I take the and your aid to another 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 is how it sounds
Beats they be infinite and phatter than the The sounds can be heard from Cali to New Forget about your troubles, forget about blues jazz is alive, so go and spread the news And once the news is heard then others can Maybe find the phattest samples from the back of the
So chill with the breeze Microphone one, two to the three Break down doors, dance on and have your fun 'Cuz the party doesn't till the morning comes Yeah, now I can feel the beats so I'ma kick for a second a seat, yo, and this is how it sounds
This is how it Yeah, is how it sounds