| Lyrics: | B-Boys Flygirls throw your hands in the air.
Aah yeah, like you just don't care.
Old
skool sounds, come down blastin'
all the homies in the house, you know they be maxin'
Coolin' out with style-like back in the days
Representin' the skills, puttin' suckers in their
place
Funky fresh-with the most finest
DJ cuttin' records, so u could impress
All the flygirls, yeah-the sexy ladies
See, ain't no doubt about what's happening later
B-Boys Flygirls throw your hands in the air.
Aah yeah, like you just don't care.
Two turntables and a microphone
That's all we need to rock on the show
Bam, bam,
bam-are you ready for yes-yes-yal('in)
Get your funky ass up-this is tha last calling
Funky fresh-with the most finest
DJ cuttin' records, so u could impress
All the
flygirls, yeah-the sexy ladies
See, ain't no doubt about what's happening later
B-Boys Flygirls throw your hands in the air.
Aah yeah, like you just don't care. |
