Yeah, the phone is sticking to my afro y 'all,
check it out
Back again for the rundown,
funky till sundown
It's
Double
K and
Thestone, let's have fun now
This ain't your typical,
throw your hands up
We on that laid back tippin',
Los
Angeles trippin'
Jay
Boog did the track, and I did the dope
On put the label on it, that's
all you need to know
I turn snow to concrete when
it's time to speak
Turn sluts into virtues when my
word starts perving
Yeah, man,
we coolin' and smoothin' it out
Young ladies dig the wave,
words flow out my mouth
And I tell them every day,
it don't get no better
I'm shootin' the shit like
tips from a black
Ber etta
Keepin' it hot like sweaters,
compact like a
Jetta
In a very wicked way,
sign the ticket this way
Old school like, pick it, yeah, that's us
People un der the steps,
don't call us putts
And that's
Move it to my beat,
now what we want you to do
An d
J
Boogie one time, man, that's a
Put your hands together,
yeah, just like that
Yeah, like that
Move it to my beat,
now what we want you to do
Put your hands together, yeah, just like that
SF style
Clickety -clack and jump back
to the three -fourth
Good time shit, umbrella and seashore
Like the sand for the sound,
got a valve for your towel
Kids build a sandcastle,
let man handle the plow
Did a job diggin', now
J -Boogie got the women
Movin', livin' and groovin',
soothin', so always sippin'
Bombay, that's the
Sapphire style
Climb in the glass, dance, crack a fly, smile,
and I can't pile a few more fems in the car
They're closing up the club,
so we heading for the bar, now I never starve
Power the
D, flower the dame, like acting
R &B, spinning round in the rain
I'm on the dance floor, acting like I'm in pain,
rayon and amoebas, gerbils with a stain
Spilling the wine, starting the
Soul
Train line, don't worry about a thing,
everything will be fine
Move it to my beat,
now what we want you to do?
want to do it, do it, do
Put your hands together,
yeah, just like that
Move it to my beat,
now what we want you to do
Put your hands together,
yeah, just like that
See it came, the lady with
the black mid -riff
Double -dropped the shades
and he paused mid -spliff
Now look,
Ms.
Dismissed, the others cause you gotta
Hit the floor with that,
send through the lumbada
Big fat and then white hair they said it just don't party folks and y
'all alike stir up the night rubber -dubbing on the one
Never minding on the two
J boogie my man.
This one's for you
Over to my beat now what we
want you to do
Over to my beat now what we want you to do