Yeah, this is not the '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 tune Listen, examine this carefully, you can even dance to the Or chill and have a seat or choke of the smoke of a cactus As I'm steady sounds out my NBC With the natural ability to make you wanna get
And maybe slap to everyone around So me a drink, stop and let me think About the sounds of the street, The Funkadella So go and get friends and strap yourselves in For the journey's of life, the saga now begins 3, 2, 1, contact, we have lift off So I'm about to take flight and this is how it
I freak the on the microphone, check 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 throw up peace signs Recline, let your be free Till the break of dawn at a 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 back the afro's And the brothers in the with the jerboas And if you start trouble you know where to go And now tuned in to the sounds of the Skee-Lo I take the stage and your aid to 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 and phatter than the pork The sounds can be heard from to New York Forget about your troubles, forget about your 'Cuz jazz is alive, so go and spread the And once the news is heard 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, dance on floors and 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 this is how it
This is how it Yeah, is how it sounds