[Master Ace]

Awww yeah! Uh, uh huh

One two, microphone check one two

Microphone check one two, mircophone check one two

Tell you what I'm gonna do



On and on and on is how the beat goes

So sell the British Walkers and cut the afros

And dance till the feeling is gone in your toes

I wear shorts in the summer, Timberlands when it snows

Sometimes I like to chill, sometimes I like to mingle

Sometimes I get the fever for the flavor of a single

Sexy young slimmy, but not too young, though

That's because Jimmy might end up on death row

Now this here jam is like a special kind of song

It's not too short, but then again it's not too long

I brought someone with me, someone you might know

He's bound to wreck your body from the tip of your toe