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 [bad word] back to burning soul, ya see 
Make'n 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 [bad word] 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 reach'n 
Triple check'n 
Downtown beek'n 
Hold it now 
Let'n old school jeans in 
Put the love in fantasy'n

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

Candy floss, we brought 
This exabition ride Reason for the party 
To have a drink outside
 Take a wif off the riff, and 
Get on that ride
We got these pretty young things [bad word] and lotion the slide
For time that flies 
Hips that glide 
Ice that's thin and 
The [bad word] 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 [bad word] for that 
And that's that 
That's that!!!!

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