(. . .step on your fingernail. . .damn!   That’s ok, I can play with one hand, see?   It sounds good!)      Oh goddamn, I saw a goddamn   F**kin goddamn   Goddamn- woah!   Oh goddamn   Shitchya it’s cool      Play it on the radio   Come here one time   Wassup y’all   I got this funky groove goin’ on   I gotta give a shout out to my homeboy in la   Wassup boy? wassup y’all, 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. you’re a bad motherf**ker   C.e.c.   Bring in the bass, y’all!   Yeah, and I thought that’s how you felt about the motherf**ker   Yeah, I thought that’s how you felt   Yeah, sledge, bring in the bass!      For those of y’all who wear fannie packs, come on   For those of y’all that wear fannie packs, come on   For those of y’all that wear fannie packs (and pony tails) come   on   For those of y’all that wear fannie packs (and got the pony   tails) come f**king 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 don’t mind singing and I don’t mind rappin’   I can find at least a hundred ways to get my shit   I play the piano-   Goddamn that’s some funky shit!      Yeah, I said for those of y’all who wear fannie packs   This song’s coming out, it’s 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   Let’s break it break it break it down   We’re gonna break this shit down   Gimme some bass   That’s pretty good   Bring this shit in!   Oh goddamn   Shitchya it’s cool      Play that cymbal, man   Play that tasty, tasty high hat work   Yo, I’m gonna bring that tasty high hat work   Bring it   I’m 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 f**kin’ monitor, man!   Ernie. .   I’m sorry, I can’t give you any more   Monitor than that   It won’t go any higher than that   Because the transistors the resistors   They won’t go any higher      Alright, y’all   Take this motherf**ker out with a piano solo   Goddamn, uh!   Uh god-   Damn!   Alright, turn that shit out!   1-2-3-4. . .      (I hope you taped that-   That’s our next single.   Oh, they’ve left.   They gave up. . .   These guys are f**king idiots!   That sucked. . .)