Yeah, this is not the diddy the diddy's dum, dum Now I'm checkin' out the sounds of the phat jazz The horns and the with the bass and the boom When all together it's a phat jazz tune Listen, examine this carefully, you can dance to the beat Or chill and have a seat or of the smoke of a cactus tree As I'm steady pumpin' out my NBC the natural ability to make you wanna get down
And maybe slap five to everyone 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 of your life, the saga now begins 3, 2, 1, contact, we have off right? So I'm about to take 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 up your peace signs Recline, let your mind be Till the break of dawn at a club be So you know to put your dirty up in the air
And wave 'em side to side you just don't care, yeah Sister's in the back with the And the brothers in the corner with the 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 aid to another fella emcee Produce tracks is not whack with from my MP 3, 2, 1, contact, we have lift off And so I'm to take flight and this is how it sounds
Beats they be infinite and than the pork The sounds can be from Cali to New York Forget about your troubles, forget your blues 'Cuz jazz is alive, so go and the news And once the is heard then others can relate Maybe find the phattest from the back of the crates
So chill with 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 morning Yeah, now I can feel the so I'ma kick back for a second Have a seat, yo, and this is how it
This is how it Yeah, this is how it