Yeah, this is not the diddy cause the diddy's dum, dum

Now I'm checkin out the sounds of the phat jazz drum

The horns and the samples with the bass and the boom

When added all together it's a phat jazz tune

Listen examine this carefully you can even dance to the beat

Or chill and have a seat or choke of the smoke of a cactus tree

As I'm steady pumpin sounds out my NBC

With the natural ability to make you wanna get down

And maybe slap five to everyone around

So pass me a drink stop and let me think

About the sounds of the street - The Funkadella Beat

So go and get your friends and strap yourselves in

For the journey's of your life the saga now begins

3, 2, 1 contact we have lift off right?

So I'm about to take flight and this is how it sounds



(Skee-Lo)

I freak the funk on the microphone check it baby 1, 2

Cause I got the skills and I thought that maybe you knew

That I can be chilled and have a good time

So when you see me - make sure you throw up your peace signs

Recline, let your mind be free

Till the break of dawn at a club I'll be

So you know to put your dirty hands up in the air

And wave em side to side like you just don't care, yeah

Sister's in the back with the afro's

And the brothers in the corner with the jerboas

And if you haters start trouble you know where to go

And now you're tuned in to the sounds of the Skee-Lo

I take the stage and your aid to another fella emcee

Produce tracks is not whack with sounds from my MP

3, 2, 1 contact we have lift off right?

And so I'm about to take flight and this is how it sounds



(Skee-Lo)

Beats they be infinite and phatter than the pork

The sounds can be heard from Cali to New York

Forget about your t