Heh whassup?
Here we go, here we go, here we go
One two for the money
or the show then three for the S-E
Hah hah, whassup?
It`s Ahmad, my man Mau` made the track
[Ahmad]
Well it`s the niggerole, pump one more time
The jeeps I rock will never stop playin for keeps
And got more soul than a ghost I have mostly EVERYBODY UP
The masses movin asses so let the beat hit
And it ain`t gon` quit `til you stop and say (no)
Cause I get more (ho!) than +Hip-Hop Hooray+
I rock steady, steady rocks don`t wanna box with God
Because I`m cool, givin props to the old school
And the West coast, who just toasted the return
of the funk with the fat beats for your trunk (so)
I walk and I stalk and I caulk(?) and I blast
Then I dip to the party, find me a honey and tag that ass
I saw a Puerto Rican freak who was all that
Tight pants for dancin, told her we gotta lambada
No restin yet black, cause here I am
Askin the question - can I party if I need to jam?
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
So can I party if I want to? (Yeah you can party)
Now can I party if I need to? (Yeah you can party)
Can I party if it`s essential and necessary
I`m addicted, I gotta have it, then I gotta have it (Say what?)
[Ahmad]
It`s the return of the incredible man
who stands firm and rips up fakes without a cape
I`m great, I paid dues, kid how dare you respect me not
I had to get a tetanus shot cause fools bit but
now I`m back on deck, ready to wreck
and swing at every pitch til I`m rich (whoo!)
And that`s not long because I got a new song to sing
Throne the king cause all the fools just stepped loose (ooh)
Back to the party at hand, I want you movin and groovin
Workin that ass, havin a blast
I`m fast on the feel so pass the pill
to the kid that rocks, everybody jockin stop then
throw your hands up and wave `em from left to right
If you like the niggarole say (HO!)
But you know, no restin yet, cause here I am
Askin the question - can I party if I need to jam?
[Chorus]
[Ahmad]
Kick it what did I say? (Get up!) Think you better (get up!)
Part efficient in circumfrence and if you don`t jump
touch the ceiling with the center of your palm, use your right arm
Everybody standin, should love my sound cause it`s too down
or three, might be four, fifty-six, maybe one more
To blow, might I flow, can I go, I`m that one so
Bumrush the doors, keep the doors locked
All I need`s a small flock of fans, hands move to the bam-boom
of the bass drum, when you hear the thump of the bass
Jump while you`re actin dumb, yell where you come from
(West coast) with the new soul scenario
(Just fo`) us to control your stereo
Ahmad I flip and rip kids and crews to shreds
Mau` will lay a beat down like the Feds
I guess all should say yes y`all cause here I am
Askin the question - can I party if I need to jam?
[Chorus]
[Ahmad]
Whassup? That`s Ahmad and the Joneses
We on this mic, for the ninety-three, to the ninety-four
and more
