(Chorus). It's all about. The phat and perfect family. We make 'em jazzy. And make 'em parlez all the way. The kind of flows. That shake the hottest towns.
Verse 1. Ladies and gentlemen guess. Who's back in town. It's Too Phat and Phlowtron. Ay yo we runnin' it down. Breaking the barrier's of sound. Jealousy knows no bounds.