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 with the bass and the When added all together it's a phat tune Listen, examine this carefully, you can even 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 natural ability to make you wanna get
And maybe slap to everyone around So pass me a drink, stop and let me About the sounds of the street, The 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 to take 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 that 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 at a club I'll be So you know to put your hands up in the air
And wave 'em side to side like you just care, yeah Sister's in the back the afro's And the brothers in the corner the jerboas And if you haters start trouble you know to go And now you're tuned in to the of the Skee-Lo I take the stage and your aid to another fella Produce tracks is not whack sounds from my MP 3, 2, 1, contact, we lift off right? And so I'm about to take and this is how it sounds
Beats be infinite and phatter than the pork The can be heard from Cali to New York Forget your troubles, forget about your blues 'Cuz jazz is alive, so go and the news And once the news is heard others can relate find the phattest samples from the back of the crates
So chill with the breeze Microphone one, two to the three Break doors, dance 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 a seat, yo, and this is how it sounds
This is how it Yeah, this is how it