Ya know, ya see
Supposed we was to raise the bar
Take the parts and make them raw

Take the parts and make them whole
Slip the mother fucker back to burning soul, ya see
Makin' love on the telephone
With the whole game watching
Turn around and say:
"What these crazy fools do when I turned my last back?
They was looking over but the crews still down", see
I was thinking we could work it out
We could bump this shit all over town
We could right that hit, girl
Flip that script, girl
Get that paper people bound
Ya know
We the ones that keep on reachin'
Triple checkin'
Downtown beekin'
Hold it now
Lettin' old school jeans in
Put the love in fantasyin'

Candy floss, we brought
This exhibition ride
Reason for the party
To have a drink outside
Take a whiff off the riff
And get on that ride
We got these pretty young things to come and lotion the slide
For time that flies
Hips that glide
Ice that's thin and
The ass that's wide
Late night, body tight
Bonafied vibration
Feeling right to the morning light
Out of sight without debation
Music got ya moving in your club position
Wind on my face
Sun on my back
I like a record button on a fresh layed track
Cool under pressure
Check the playback
Doesn't matter where I'm from
It's where I'm at
With my cat in this hat
With a dug out of bats
We got the sun shining down singing tit for tat
And that's that
That's that!!!!

When the beat drops
And the peeps lock
That's when we go
Owwwwwwww