Uh, your bad self, help me break this down from off the shelf. Here's a music servin' you so use it, papa's got a brand new funk. Get down party for your right, huh, let's get it on like we said before.
We got so much soul. You can damn near see it. Spinnin on a 45. I've come to the conclusion. Clear the confusion. My point is to rock. Dis funky joint.
1 million bottlebags count 'em. Think they can bounce the ounce an' it get 'em. Yo, black spend 288 million. Sittin' there waitin' for the fizz. An' don't know what the fuck it is.
The year is 87'. Back in the 12th grade g. When I used to hang with ch to the ip hangin' in the halls. Tryin' to get the young bitches ridin' my ballz.
Party time. Okay, party people in the house. . Ooh, party, ah, party. Ooh, party, ah, party. Ooh, party, ah, party. Ooh, party, ah, party. . I was at this club, this place called Roy's.
Scratching: [I can make you dance...][I Don't think so]. [I can make you dance...][On the dance floor baby..]. . I don't dance because that just aint my style..
You wanna take control of me but I won't let you do it. You say you know what's best for me, I'm gonna make you prove it. . You're always complaining at me.
It's been a long time kickin' it and everybody knows this. Oak town still in the house, so, I suppose it's. Time for some more shit, so, yo, peep the flow, bitch.