Howie Tee - (Nothing Serious) Just Buggin' lyrics

[Chorus] We're called Whistle and this is true We love to do the things that we're not supposed to do We don't mean robbin', stealin', or muggin' In fact, don't take it seriously—we're only buggin' [Interlude] That was fresh That was fresh That was fresh That, that, that, that was fresh [Verse 1] Party peoples in the place, we want you all to see That we can be taken seriously But if you don't believe that then forget you all 'Cause we're gonna party-arty and have a ball 'Cause we're here to prove through bugged out means That things aren't always what they seem We want you all to scream and start to shout As we go on a mission and bug on out [Chorus] We're called Whistle and this is true We love to do the things that we're not supposed to do We don't mean robbin', stealin', or muggin' In fact, don't take it seriously—we're only buggin' [Verse 2] Well, it's all about us, Jazz and K.D But sometimes it's all about just me You know what I notice all of a sudden When I speak people just hear muttin' There's not another person who sounds like me Indubitably, there will never be I say a tongue twister like a blink of the eye Say it so well, you will think it's a lie Like Peter Parker picked up his gold pen Put it on a pedestal and pursued his friend His plot deployed, the polluted punk Persisted to prohibit so the plotted plan flunked My problem with fletchin' fletch people who flee Is playin' the proper pot without a pitcharee And my present plate who procrastinates my plea So I'm the perfect pacemaker, perpetrator trades me Tell me, girl, now is it true That you'd love for me just to talk to you? For you to be my girl and I'll be your man You'll be mine, not just another fan You'd be with me everywhere I go You'd hold my hand at every show Inseparable is what we'd be Jazzin', Jazzette eternally But after all of this, you know your dream will end I wouldn't talk to you, I'd talk to your friend And you would call me conceited and you'd call me wrong But you'd call me that night and try to turn me on You dial my digits in the day and in the night Promise you, swear that you'll do me right But I doubt that anything that you'd do Would ever gimme the stomach to talk to you Now I'm buggin' [Bridge] Some DJ's go [scratch] in order to impress But DJ Silver Spinner is (really fresh) We got tricks up our sleeve, and if that isn't enough Grab a front row seat, and check out this (fuff) When the place gets hot and the air gets thinner The mutilator on the tables is the Silver Spinner Your scratches fascinates us, so why don't you reveal it? It make it hard enough so everybody can (Feel it?) [DJ Interlude] Just, just, just, just feel it Just, just, just feel it Just, just, just, just Just, just, just, just feel it Just, just, just, just Just, just, just, just Just, just, just, just Just, just, just, just [Chorus] We're called Whistle and this is true We love to do the things that we're not supposed to do We don't mean robbin', stealin', or muggin' In fact, don't take it seriously—we're only buggin'