Heh wha**up? Here we go, here we go, here we go One two for the money Or the show then three for the S-E Hah hah, wha**up? It's Ahmad, my man Mau' made the track [Ahmad] Well it's the n******gole, pump one more time The jeeps I rock will never stop playin for keeps And got more soul than a ghost I have mostly EVERYBODY UP The ma**es movin a**es so let the beat hit And it ain't gon' quit 'til you stop and say (no) Cause I get more (ho!) than +Hip-Hop Hooray+ I rock steady, steady rocks don't wanna box with God Because I'm cool, givin props to the old school And the West coast, who just toasted the return Of the funk with the fat beats for your trunk (so) I walk and I stalk and I caulk(?) and I blast Then I dip to the party, find me a honey and tag that a** I saw a Puerto Rican freak who was all that Tight pants for dancin, told her we gotta lambada No restin yet black, cause here I am Askin the question - can I party if I need to jam? [Hook - repeat 2X] So can I party if I want to? (Yeah you can party) Now can I party if I need to? (Yeah you can party) Can I party if it's essential and necessary I'm addicted, I gotta have it, then I gotta have it (Say what?) [Ahmad] It's the return of the incredible man Who stands firm and rips up fakes without a cape I'm great, I paid dues, kid how dare you respect me not I had to get a tetan*s shot cause fools bit but Now I'm back on deck, ready to wreck And swing at every pitch til I'm rich (whoo!) And that's not long because I got a new song to sing Throne the king cause all the fools just stepped loose (ooh) Back to the party at hand, I want you movin and groovin Workin that a**, havin a blast I'm fast on the feel so pa** the pill To the kid that rocks, everybody jockin stop then Throw your hands up and wave 'em from left to right If you like the n***arole say (HO!) But you know, no restin yet, cause here I am Askin the question - can I party if I need to jam? [Hook] [Ahmad] Kick it what did I say? (Get up!) Think you better (get up!) Part efficient in circumfrence and if you don't jump Touch the ceiling with the center of your palm, use your right arm Everybody standin, should love my sound cause it's too down Or three, might be four, fifty-six, maybe one more To blow, might I flow, can I go, I'm that one so Bumrush the doors, keep the doors locked All I need's a small flock of fans, hands move to the bam-boom Of the ba** drum, when you hear the thump of the ba** Jump while you're actin dumb, yell where you come from (West coast) with the new soul scenario (Just fo') us to control your stereo Ahmad I flip and rip kids and crews to shreds Mau' will lay a beat down like the Feds I guess all should say yes y'all cause here I am Askin the question - can I party if I need to jam? [Hook] [Ahmad] Wha**up? That's Ahmad and the Joneses We on this mic, for the ninety-three, to the ninety-four And more