Cyba Slam fif world dance party (Uppa echelon dance remix)

[Spoken Word: David Kaplan]
If you knew somebody, you'd get in the door, you give the doorman some blow. Next thing you know you're in the after hours, next thing you know you got the models, you chillin'. But you know what, at the end of the day you ain't shit. Nobody ain't' shit. Motherfuckers is droppin' dead. Liver transplant, fucking pancreatic problems. We all going. It's just when

[Intro: Yo Chill and Chip Skylark]
Fasho
Fasho doe, fasho doe (Shit)
Just pulled up in the party with Chill
(What's up? Let's get it! Let's go!)

[Verse 1: Chip Skylark]
I pulled up on her
Left in a dark alley
Smoove smoove operator
Dip, dip, you die, docta
Who gone help?
I pull up with more shocka than Silkk
I pull up with
My dog Chilly, make the party freeze
Who is he?
Yeah, Skylark be
Way above tha clouds
Stompin' on ya clout
Who the fuck is he?
Who the fuck is he now?

[Chorus 1: Chip Skylark and Yo Chill]
Gonna [?]
Shit
Slam
Supa verses from Chill and Chip
(Get down on the floor, gonna hear that mo')
Who is that kid in the mist?

[Verse 2: Yo Chill]
Fuck the world
Fuck your girl
I don't give a fuck about that shit
Pulled up!
No whip!
Take the subway, rock a fresh ass fit
Fuck death, that's lit
I be no dead
Do the fucking math, bitch
I just not said
Speakin' no English
Bitch I do this, jefe
Can't stomp on me, bitch
'Cause I'm a zombie
Yeah, son
No one can rob me
'Cause I ain't got shit
Bitch, what you want son?
Gave him a quarter
And a dimo
Thirty-five cents but that can't cop lean doe

[Verse 3: Chip Skylark and Yo Chill]
Still cold, so cold
You might need a South Pole (Chillin')
North Face
No face, no case
I pull up in that bank
Big bank, lil bank
Gotta take what I need
Fuck what you want
Chill in this bitch, said ridin' big foreign
Fuck what you like
Bitch this that funk
ECW in the back of your trunk

[Chorus 2: Chip Skylark and Yo Chill]
Say slam
That cyber slam
That cyber slam
That cyber slam
Super verses

[Verse 4: Yo Chill and Chip Skylark]
Now baby get down
To the dance floor
I need five dollars
I need four more
Now got nine dollars
On my body
I don't give a fuck
Saddam, I shot 'em
Yeah bitch, I'm on it
Yeah bitch, I'm zonin'
Bitch I do this shit, six in the morning (Yo Chill!)
I'm on the floor
Doin' this dance
Baby, shake yo ass
Baby, shake yo ass

[Outro: Chip Skylark and Yo Chill]
Yo Chill! Yeah

[Spoken Word: David Kaplan]
And walk around with your eyes bulging out at 16 motherfuckin' years old thinking like 'Fuck this shit!' I don't give a fuck about who the President, I don't even know who the President was. Fuck the President