Yeah, is not the diddy 'cuz the diddy's dum, dum Now I'm checkin' out the of the phat jazz drum The and the samples with the bass and the boom When added all together it's a phat jazz Listen, examine this carefully, you can even dance to the Or chill and have a seat or choke of the smoke of a tree As I'm pumpin' sounds out my NBC With the natural ability to you wanna get down
And maybe slap five to everyone So pass me a drink, and let me think the sounds of the street, The Funkadella Beat So go and get your friends and yourselves in For the journey's of life, the saga now begins 3, 2, 1, contact, we lift off right? So I'm about to take and this is how it sounds
I the funk on the microphone, check it, baby, 1, 2 'Cuz I got the and I thought that maybe you knew That I can be chilled and a good time So you see me Make you throw up your peace signs Recline, let your be free Till the of dawn at a club I'll be So you know to put dirty hands up in the air
And wave 'em side to side like you just don't care, Sister's in the with the afro's And the in the corner with 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 have lift off 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 to New York Forget about your troubles, forget your blues jazz is alive, so go and spread the news And the news is heard then others can relate find the phattest samples from the back of the crates
So chill with the breeze Microphone check one, two to the Break doors, dance 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 for a second Have a seat, yo, and is how it sounds
This is how it Yeah, this is how it