Fashion, Styley

Lyrics

[Intro] Well, whachu know 'bout the people that [?] at the place Bomfunk mash it up, and Mr. B comin' up live and direct Leave mercy, ay, uh [Verse 1] Making with the rhythm with a fashion, styley Ragga-ragga tips, I'ma drop a little line I come when a wigga-wigga leaves Bomfunk MC comin' in the house Whacha making with the rhythm with a fashion, styley? (Ay! Uh!) [Verse 2] Making with the rhythm with a fashion, styley Ragga-ragga tips, I'ma drop a little line (Uh!) Making with the rhythm with a fashion, styley Ragga-ragga tips, I'ma drop a little line (Uh!) Making with the rhythm with a fashion, styley Ragga-ragga tips, I'ma drop a little line I come when a wigga-wigga leaves Bomfunk MC comin' in the house [Verse 3] Come dada, for de supa Bu Bu mix, come agen A-come dada, me can't stop de jung', come agen A-come dada, so swe—swe—sweet music, come agen Come agen, come agen (Away!) A-come dada, for de supa Bu Bu mix, come agen A-come dada, me can't stop de jung', come agen A-come dada, we Bomfunk MC's, come agen A-come dada, what am I, what am I, what am I (Ay!) Making with the rhythm with a fashion, styley? [Verse 4] I'ma do a little song with Mr. Bu Bu Girlies lose their minds, they go "Ooh, ooh" We won't be too shy, like catch a cuckoo We going to stand like Desmond Tutu I came in too tight in a voodoo (Uh!) When we rock the mic you wish you could too (Ay!) We blow the roof off to Timbuktu Some bitches call us dogs, we go "Woof!" (Uh!) [Verse 5] I'ma do a little song with Mr. Bu Bu Girlies lose their minds, they go "Ooh, ooh" We won't be too shy, like catch a cuckoo We going to stand like Desmond Tutu I came in too tight in a voodoo When we rock the mic you wish you could too We blow the roof off to Timbuktu Some bitches call us dogs, we go "Woof!" [Verse 6] I'ma do a little song with Mr. Bu Bu Girlies lose their minds, they go "Ooh, ooh" We won't be too shy, like catch a cuckoo (Ay!) We going to stand like Desmond Tutu I came in too tight in a voodoo When we rock the mic you wish you could too We blow the roof off to Timbuktu Some bitches call us dogs, we go (Ay! Uh!) [Verse 1] Making with the rhythm with a fashion, styley Ragga-ragga tips, I'ma drop a little line (Uh!) Making with the rhythm with a fashion, styley Ragga-ragga tips, I'ma drop a little line (Uh!) Making with the rhythm with a fashion, styley Ragga-ragga tips, I'ma drop a little line I come when a wigga-wigga leaves Bomfunk MC comin' in the house [Verse 2] Come dada, for de supa Bu Bu mix, come agen A-come dada, me can't stop de jung', come agen A-come dada, so swe—swe—sweet music, come agen Come agen, come agen (Away!) A-come dada, for de supa Bu Bu mix, come agen A-come dada, me can't stop de jung', come agen A-come dada, we Bomfunk MC's, come agen A-come dada, what am I, what am I, what am I (Ay!) Making with the rhythm with a fashion, styley? [Verse 5] I'ma do a little song with Mr. Bu Bu Girlies lose their minds, they go "Ooh, ooh" We won't be too shy, like catch a cuckoo We going to stand like Desmond Tutu I came in too tight in a voodoo When we rock the mic you wish you could too We blow the roof off to Timbuktu Some bitches call us dogs, we go "Woof!" [Verse 5] I'ma do a little song with Mr. Bu Bu Girlies lose their minds, they go "Ooh, ooh" We won't be too shy, like catch a cuckoo We going to stand like Desmond Tutu I came in too tight in a voodoo When we rock the mic you wish you could too We blow the roof off to Timbuktu Some bitches call us dogs, we go "Woof!"