| I take a second, poke around |
| But it does not make a sound |
| I guess there’s no one in this town |
| One day, we will see it all |
| Before you walk, you gotta crawl |
| And when we do we’ll have a ball |
| You might think you’re trippin' |
| When these jams start rippin' |
| But the CD ain’t skippin' |
| So turn it up and start pimpin'! |
| Yeah, Freestylin' |
| Yeah, Buck whilin' |
| In '95 it stripped down raw |
| And it kicked my in the jaw |
| The phattest thing I ever saw |
| And everytime I get up here |
| I strike the chord and get the cheer |
| And everything just gets so clear |
| Ready to take the stage and I feel fine |
| Jumpin' and pumpin' and humpin' |
| And I get mine |
| Feel the energy from the people below |
| Rockin' to these rhymes like a stereo |
| Sound system, a million watts of love |
| Go back to the days when that’s all that there was |
| The people gettin' down and theit jumpin' around |
| Like a mad man sensitive to sound |