Yeah, this is not the diddy 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 all together it's a phat jazz tune Listen, examine this carefully, you can even dance to the Or chill and a seat or choke of the smoke of a cactus tree As I'm steady pumpin' out my NBC With the natural ability to make you wanna get
And slap five to everyone around So pass me a drink, stop and let me the sounds of the street, The Funkadella Beat So go and get your friends and strap in For the journey's of your life, the saga now 3, 2, 1, contact, we have off right? So I'm about to flight and this is how it sounds
I freak the on the microphone, check 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 you throw up your peace signs Recline, let your be free Till the break of dawn at a club be So you to put your dirty hands up in the air
And wave 'em to side like you just don't care, yeah Sister's in the back with the And the brothers in the corner the jerboas And if you haters start trouble you where to go And now you're in to the sounds of the Skee-Lo I take the stage and your aid to another fella Produce tracks is not with sounds from my MP 3, 2, 1, contact, we have lift off And so I'm about to flight and this is how it sounds
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 is alive, so go and spread the news And once the news is heard then can relate Maybe find the phattest samples from the of the crates
So chill cool with the check one, two to the three Break down doors, on floors 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 Have a seat, yo, and this is how it
This is how it Yeah, is how it sounds