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' [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/b/ballyhoo/freestyle.html ]
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