[note: Ive listened real hard and
Done my research on references, but the fact remains. . .
Parts of this transcription are pretty much shots in the dark.]
(. . .step on your fingernail. . .damn!
Thats ok, I can play with one hand, see?
It sounds good!)
Oh goddamn, I saw a goddamn
Fuckin goddamn
Goddamn- woah!
Oh goddamn
Shitchya its cool
Play it on the radio
Come here one time
Wassup yall
I got this funky groove goin on
I gotta give a shout out to my homeboy in la
Wassup boy? wassup yall, come on
Yo, this goes out to my homeboy trey
Going out in chapel hill
Yeah shouts out to a.k.a. known as roadie killer
New york city, mm hmm
Yo, shouts out to my main manager man
Al wolmark known as a.k.a. youre a bad motherfucker
C.e.c.
Bring in the bass, yall!
Yeah, and I thought thats how you felt about the motherfucker
Yeah, I thought thats how you felt
Yeah, sledge, bring in the bass!
For those of yall who wear fannie packs, come on
For those of yall that wear fannie packs, come on
For those of yall that wear fannie packs (and pony tails) come on
For those of yall that wear fannie packs (and got the pony tails) come fucking on
Yeah, my boy sledge on the bass in your face
My boy ben on the piano coming in, let him in, let him in!
Yeah. . .
Let my boy ben in, alright, yeah
Hey d?
Hey d?
Yeah, wassup?
You gonna let me in d?
Wassup?
You gonna me in?
Yo let that piano solo in
Let me in, let me in!
Goddamn, yeah!
You and your mother have seen things happen
I dont mind singing and I dont mind rappin
I can find at least a hundred ways to get my shit
I play the piano-
Goddamn thats some funky shit!
Yeah, I said for those of yall who wear fannie packs
This songs coming out, its coming attchya!
I wanna borrow an allen wrench!
I wanna borrow some duct tape!
I wanna borrow a mic cable!
Bass in your face!
Bass in your face
Lets break it break it break it down
Were gonna break this shit down
Gimme some bass
Thats pretty good
Bring this shit in!
Oh goddamn
Shitchya its cool
Play that cymbal, man
Play that tasty, tasty high hat work
Yo, Im gonna bring that tasty high hat work
Bring it
Im gonna bring that shit in
I wanna taste it, man
Right now!
Ah ha ha ha. . .
Yo, this sound goes out to my main man
At the point in atlanta
Wassup, g? gimme my fuckin monitor, man!
Ernie. .
Im sorry, I cant give you any more
Monitor than that
It wont go any higher than that
Because the transistors the resistors
They wont go any higher
Alright, yall
Take this motherfucker out with a piano solo
Goddamn, uh!
Uh god-
Damn!
Alright, turn that shit out!
1-2-3-4. . .
(I hope you taped that-
Thats our next single.
Oh, theyve left.
They gave up. . .
These guys are fucking idiots!
That sucked. . .)
