Yeah, this is not the 'cuz 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 added all together it's a phat 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 sounds out my NBC the natural ability to make you wanna get down
And slap five to everyone around So me a drink, stop and let me think About the sounds of the street, The Funkadella So go and get your and strap yourselves in For the journey's of your life, the saga now 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 I got the skills 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 mind be Till the break of at a club I'll be So you know to put your dirty up in the air
And 'em side to side like you just don't care, yeah in the back with the afro's And the brothers in the corner with the And if you haters trouble you know where to go And now tuned in to the sounds of the Skee-Lo I take the and your aid to another fella emcee tracks is not whack with sounds from my MP 3, 2, 1, contact, we have off right? And so I'm about to take flight and is how it sounds
Beats be infinite and phatter than the pork The sounds can be heard from to New York about your troubles, forget about your blues 'Cuz jazz is alive, so go and spread the And once the is heard then others can relate Maybe find the samples from the back of the crates
So chill cool with the Microphone one, two to the three Break down doors, dance on floors and your fun the party doesn't stop till the morning comes Yeah, now I can the beats so I'ma kick back for a second a seat, yo, and this is how it sounds
This is how it Yeah, is how it sounds