| Yeah, this is not the diddy cause the diddy’s dum, dum
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| Now I’m checkin' out the sounds of the phat jazz drum
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| The horns and the samples with the bass and the boom
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| When added all together, it’s a phat jazz tune
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| Listen, examine this carefully, you can even dance to the beat
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| Or chill and have a seat, or choke of the smoke of a cactus tree
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| As I’m steady pumpin' sounds out my NBC
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| With the natural ability to make you wanna get down
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| And maybe slap five to everyone around
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| So pass me a drink, stop and let me think
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| About the sounds of the street — The Funkadella Beat
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| So go and get your friends and strap yourselves in
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| For the journey’s of your life, the saga now begins
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| 3, 2, 1, contact, we have lift off, right?
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| So I’m about to take flight, and this is how it sounds
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| I freak the funk on the microphone, check it, baby, 1, 2
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| Cause I got the skills and I thought that maybe you knew
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| That I can be chilled and have a good time
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| So when you see me, make sure you throw up your peace signs
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| Recline, let your mind be free
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| Till the break of dawn, at a club I’ll be
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| So you know to put your dirty hands up in the air
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| And wave 'em side to side like you just don’t care, yeah
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| Sister’s in the back with the afros
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| And the brothers in the corner with the jerboas
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| And if you haters start trouble, you know where to go
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| And now you’re tuned in to the sounds of the Skee-Lo
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| I take the stage and your aid to another fella emcee
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| Produce tracks is not wack, with sounds from my MP
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| 3, 2, 1, contact, we have lift off, right?
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| And so I’m about to take flight, and this is how it sounds
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| Beats they be infinite and phatter than the pork
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| The sounds can be heard from Cali to New York
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| Forget about your troubles, forget about your blues
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| Cause jazz is alive, so go and spread the news
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| And once the news is heard, then others can relate
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| Maybe find the phattest samples from the back of the crates
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| So chill, cool with the breeze, microphone check, one, two, to the three
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| Break down doors, dance on floors, and have your fun
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| Cause the party doesn’t stop till the morning comes
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| Yeah, now I can feel the beats, so I’ma kick back for a second
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| Have a seat, yo, and this is how it sounds
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| This is how it sounds
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| Yeah, this is how it sounds |