Yeah, is not the diddy 'cuz the diddy's dum, dum Now I'm checkin' out the sounds of the phat drum The horns and the samples with the bass and the When added all together it's a phat jazz Listen, examine this carefully, you can dance to the beat Or chill and have a seat or choke of the of a cactus tree As I'm steady pumpin' out my NBC With the natural ability to make you get down
And maybe slap five to everyone So me a drink, stop and let me think 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 lift off So I'm to take flight and this is how it sounds
I the funk on the microphone, check it, baby, 1, 2 'Cuz I got the skills and I thought that you knew That I can be and have a good time So you see me Make you throw up your peace signs Recline, let your mind be 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 back with the And the brothers in the with the jerboas And if you haters start you know where to go And now you're tuned in to the of the Skee-Lo I the stage and your aid to another fella emcee Produce tracks is not whack sounds 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 be infinite and phatter than the pork The can be heard from Cali to New York Forget about your troubles, forget about blues 'Cuz jazz is alive, so go and spread the And the news is heard then others can relate Maybe find the samples from the back of the crates
So chill cool with the Microphone check one, two to the down doors, dance on floors and have your fun 'Cuz the doesn't stop till the morning comes Yeah, now I can feel the beats so I'ma kick back for a Have a seat, yo, and is how it sounds
This is how it Yeah, this is how it