Hey, hey, hey.
Here we go, gather around.
It's a brand new song brought off in the town.
It's a brand new dance called the gig.
And it's done by niggas on this.
Me and my homies, we in the biz.
Me and DJ Fresh, we holla at your bitch.
Don't be mad, cause she's gonna pig.
She's gonna get us, and I'm gonna hit.
After I hit, he's gonna hit.
She's gonna hit, then she's gonna lick.
She's gonna dip right, right down,
and she's gonna go downtown.
And suck it real good, do it real good.
Yeah, she's from the hood, a hood rat.
I could rap, I go tough.
Imagine that, cause I'm a dummy,
a stupid little dummy.
I'm hella dummy.
The party just began, go dummy.
I'm a dummy, a stupid little dummy.
I'm hella dummy.
Hi, hello, buddy.
The yellow bus, it's stopping down.
Yellow bus, yes, it's stopping ground.
If you're on the yellow bus, get on down.
If you're not owning it, get on down.
Sit your ass down.
Put on your helmet, put your chin strap on.
Do the Elvis, do the Swayze, do the all in.
Do the gang, now do the ballin'.
Can't stop ballin', never been fallin'.
Me and my homies get money, we all in.
I bet it just like it's poker.
If that's a bad chick, I'm gonna smoke her.
We over, we don't know her.
You do it big, but I'm an ogre.
Look, I ain't starvin', I can't, can't, can't
do the Carlton, I'm a dummy, stupid little dummy.
I'm hella dummy.
The party just became hella dummy
cause I'm a dummy, a stupid little dummy.
I'm hella dummy.
Hi, hello, buddy.
Look, in the Bay, we don't play, we go dumb.
Faux Dre, Faux Dre, Dr. Dre, not Dr. Dre.
Nigga like Dre.
Burly, the owner of the building, me and the billing.
Chilling, feeling, getting illens, getting illens.
A leprechaun, where's me go chill in this?
I need that, believe that, where the weed at?
But I don't need that, I may take a hit just tonight.
I wake up in the morning off kryptonite
and do it real big, go stupid, man.
Nigga like Superman.
Bird, no, it's a plane.
No, he's out the window of his goddamn range.
Going dumb, can't hang.
If you ain't stupid, then you can't hang.
I ain't from L .A., I don't bang.
I wear red and blue and talk slang.
I say, what's up, blood?
Nothing, cuz.
In the same sentence, you know what it was.
This is what it is.
No disrespect to you, but this is what I do
with me and my crew, nigga.
I'm a dummy, a stupid little dummy.
I'm hella dummy.
The party's beginning, go dummy.
I'm a dummy, a stupid little dummy.
Man, go dummy.
Hi, I love it, baby.
I love it.
Nigga, the party just begun, man.
And we go stupid, man.
We do the dummy.
Oh my God, BJ Fresh.
I love you.
I love you.
Mr. Fab.
Dummy.
He dummy, dummy.
It's real good right now, man.
Holding it down, man.
You know what I'm saying?
Tonight's show, part two, man.
We back again, man.
You already know, man.
Huddle up, huddle up, huddle up, huddle up.
All right.
