[Intro]

Tank fly boss walk jam nitty gritty

You're listening to the boy from the big, big, big... (Ho)

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, oh okay, okay

Acc' man, break out my dancin' shoes, boy

Well, here it comes, the new freestylers

[Verse 1]

Speaking something fresh, be my guest at the matinee

Flowing through the veins is the blood of Cab Calloway

Under the spotlight but not in front of a big band

Tell me, how much charisma can you withstand?

Step inna de place to be gracefully gracious

Hear some sly remarks but let the haters be haters

It's a full house, but there's no card dealings

A wink to the haters to show there's no hard feelings (Nah)

Even if you said "Hau is fake", don't bother getting your flat brim bent out of shape (Nah)

Just 'cause you're here without a date, don't take it out on me, man

I'll show you how to make a move so smooth, oh, you just gotta see

Honestly, you gotta speak confidently

On the beat, I dance like "Ooh sexy"

On the beat, you dance like two left feet

You're dancing to the words, man you gotta loosen up, bruh

If you get it right then you get to loosen up bras

Remove panties then do what you gotta

International, do the lambada

[Chorus]

Tank fly boss walk jam nitty gritty

You're listening to the boy from the big bad city

This is jam hot (Let me tell ya)

This is jam hot (Okay, okay)

Tank fly boss walk jam nitty gritty

You're listening to the boy from the big big big big...

[Verse 2]

Dressed to impress, but it's not a zoot suit

But I look fresh as them brothers used to

Quick with the wit like them brothers in the Juice Crew

When I gets loose, I leave brothers with a loose tooth

Clicking my fingers like Spike and Denzel

At the start of Malcolm X in a Friday night special

Whatever joint you chose, I got the pointy shoe shuffle

Where the naughty girls shimmer and the naughty boys hustle

Enter the dancehall swinging off the chandelier

Eyeing off your chain like “Give it up, hand it here”

Escape out the back never to be seen again

Disappear into the dark's unknown parts, yo

Clear out the windpipe, crisp, clean pinstripe

Tell a honey dip what my insight been like

She's under my spell, we under the dim light

She's breathless 'cause my grip's like skin tight

Red light, green light, one, two, three

Sporting turbo glasses like a young Bruce Lee

With a one-inch punch, I can punch through trees

So don't get mad if ya hon' chose me (Uh)

[Chorus]

Tank fly boss walk jam nitty gritty

You're listening to the boy from the big bad city

This is jam hot (Let me tell ya)

This is jam hot (Okay, okay)

Tank fly boss walk jam nitty gritty

You're listening to the boy from the big bad city

This is jam hot (Let me tell ya)

This is jam hot

[Instrumental Break]

[Bridge]

After the show is the after party and

After the party is the hotel lobby and

After tequila, it's probably vodka

After a slow dance, man, we break it down proper, like

[Instrumental Break]

[Outro]

This the way that we run things and no, we don't stop

All over the country 'til the wheels fall off

This the way that we run things and no, we don't stop

All over the country 'til the wheels fall off

(That's the sound of the beast)

(Sound of the beast)

(You know it, you know it)

(You know it, you know it)

(You know it, you know it just won't cease)