[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!"