Step on your finger.
Damn! See if I can play with one hand...
See? Sounds good.
Oh, goddamn, I saw a goddamn f**ing goddamn.
Goddamn. Woah!
Oh, goddamn.
f**ing goddamn.
Oh, goddamn.
Oh, goddamn.
sh**, yeah it's cool.
Oh, goddamn.
sh**, yeah it's cool.
Oh, goddamn.
sh**, yeah it's cool.
Oh, goddamn.
sh**, yeah it's cool.
Oh, goddamn.
sh**, yeah it's cool.
Oh, goddamn.
Play it on the radio.
sh**, yeah it's cool.
sh**, yeah it's cool.
sh**, yeah it's cool.
Oh, goddamn.
Come here one time, what's up y'all.
I got this f**ing rim going on out here.
I'm gonna give a shout out
To my home boy out there in LA:
Wussup boy? Wussup yo? Come on.
Oh, goddamn.
Yo this goes out to my home boy Tre,
Going on in Chapel Hill.
Yeah shouts out as aka known as "Roadie k**er".
They all said it.
Mmm-hmm.
They all said it.
Ugh!
They all said it.
Mmm.
They all said it.
Yo shouts out to my main manager-man, Al Wolmark,
Known as aka, "Ill Pride of Motherf**er".
CEC
CEC
CEC
Bring in the ba**, ya'll!
Yeah! And I thought that's how you felt
About the motherf**er!
Yeah! I thought that's how you felt.
Yeah Sledge, bring in the ba**. Yeah.
For those of ya'll that wear fannie packs,
Yah come on.
For those of ya'll that wear fannie packs,
Come on!
For those of y'all that wear fannie packs!
And ponytails!
Come on!
For those of ya'll that wear fannie packs
And ponytails,
I've got the f**ing on!
Yeah! My boy Sledge on the ba** in your face!
My boy Ben on the piano, comin' in.
Let him in! Let him in!
Yeah!
Let my boy Ben in. Alright.
Yeah.
Hey D! Hey D!
Yo, wa**up?
Oh, goddamn.
You gonna let me in D?
Wa**up?
You gonna let me in?
Yo, let that piano solo in.
Let me in!
Let me in!
Goddamn!
Yeah,
Yeah,
Yeah,
Yeah!
Yeah, ah.
I been around the world,
I've seen things happen.
I don't my singing and I don't mind rapping.
I could find another hundred ways to get my sh**.
Goddamn, that's so f**ing sh**!
Yeah, I said for those of y'all with fannie packs:
Your song's coming up, it's coming at ya!
I wanna borrow an Alan wrench,
I wanna borrow some duct tape,
I wanna borrow a mic cable.
Ba** in your face!
Ba** in your face,
Ugh!
Ba** in your face,
Ugh!
Ba** in your face,
Ugh!
Ugh!
Yo G, see in.
Alright, let's break it, break it, break it down.
We're gonna break this sh** on down.
Gimme some ba**.
Aaaaaah
Ah that pretty good.
Bring this sh** in!
Oh goddamn!
Oh goddamn!
Oh goddamn!
Oh goddamn!
sh**, yeah it's cool
sh**, yeah it's cool
sh**, yeah it's cool
Yeah!
sh**, yeah it's cool
sh**, motherf**ers.
Play that cymbal, man,
Play that tasty, tasty high-hat work.
Yo, I'm gonna bring that tasty high work,
I'm gonna bring that sh** in.
I wanna taste it, man.
Right now!
Ha ha ha!
A ha ha ha!
Yeah
Ha ha ha!
Goddamn
A ha ha ha!
Yah, this song goes out to
My main-man at The Point in Atlanta
Wussup, G? Gimme more f**ing monitor man!
Bernie!
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!
Yo, yo eh!
Alright, yo, take this motherf**er out
With a piano solo.
Goddamn, ugh!
Ugh, goddamn.
Uh.
Alright.
Turn that sh** out.
1! 2! 3! 4!
Ugh!
Ha ha ha! I hoped you taped that!
That's our next single.
Oh, they left.
They gave up.
"These guys are f**ing idiots."
Ha ha ha!
That s**ed!