[Intro: Kardinal Offishall] Yeah, well ok let's get it movin let's get it started This is Kardinal Offishall T Dot style But right about now you see me
Charly says, always tell your mummy before you go off somewhere Charly says, always tell your mummy before you go off somewhere Charly says, always
Absolutely no one under 17 will be admitted Without parent or certified adult guardian They'll fry your brain, they're sick as hell Jolly good fun, you
Ghetto style Dee-Jays Don't touch that stereo Ghetto bass, Ghetto bass Ghetto bass, Ghetto bass What's up, party people, we're back again Bringin' you
Head bussa Head bussa Head bussa Head bussa I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout
In the place to be DJ Jazzy Jeff and yours truly the Fresh Prince Ay, Jeff, do me a favor, give em just a lil' touch of the bass Not a lot, just a lil
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Let's go fishing for a black bass But it is a rainy day Let's go fishing to the lake But it is a windy day I went to buy many lures I got up early in
(J Cymbal) Jalo Music, Inc (Bop-bop-bop singing by bass voice) Mr. Bass Man, you've got that certain somethin' Mr. Bass Man, you set that music thumpin
We some head bussaz, we some head bussaz We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussaz We some head bussaz, we some head bussaz We'll knock a hata out,
Let's rise, for the international head bussa Wassup Lil' Scrappy, Lil' Scrappy, Lil' Scrappy B M E click, who are you? I'm Lil Jon, okay We some head
Aight, rap, ****, **** You got 24 hours to live, **** Your time's up right **** now, **** Y'all **** ain't no ****, **** **** **** **** And y'all act
Let's all sing, pop goes the weasel Pop goes the, pop goes the windin' of the weasel I see the empty pocket needs a refill I got a squad with a list
Right outta port angeles like a bullet with no pain Driving north on the harbor freeway Up and over st thomas vincent bridge Making stops as you go,
I'm breaking through computer screens And running in your living room, a via-tele-digi wretch like me Chasing all my dreams into a cable Where they beam
[Sample] And we know how to make some music And the music ain't supposed to stand still And little bit of, you know little bits of Negro? Into the
You do not dig them, so you say Try them, try them and you may Try them and you may, I say Slave drivers on your dollar bills that builds upon your ignorance
Real cool Brooklyn's in the house Brooklyn's in the house Brooklyn's in the house Brooklyn's in the house Brooklyn's in the house Real cool, 'cause
