Yeah...a chick-a-doom, chick-a-doom chick-a-doom

Thats the joint, thats the jam
Turn that shit up, play it again

I like the way the rhythm makes me jump and move
It gots the feelin that makes me want to do my do
Got me feelin joy, turn my grey sky blue
And when you hear a cut baby doll I know you

Will feel it huh? Get up on the floor start movin some
Body parts that got brothers actin dumb
And they be actin dumb from the cut that playin
People break they neck from this demonstration

We about mass appeal, no segregation
Got Black to Asian and Caucasian sayin...

Let your body collide to the rhythm provided
By the mind state affairs classified and make your
Heat up and flare I swear
A serenade, a soul and so beware

And whats happenin here, seek one to help you
Feelin a piece of mind, let your spine unwind
Maybe in time you can stop this crime
But until then, yo Im-a rock a rhyme sayin...

Its the jam, its the jam, its the jam, its the jam
Its got groove its got feelin
(a chick-a-doom, a chick-a-doom chick-a-doom doom)
Its the jam, its the jam, its the jam, its the jam
Its got groove its got meanin
(a chick-a-doom, a chick-a-doom chick-a-doom doom)

Got the states appeal with the joints that real
I dont need no steel to make my point
Get down and dirty cause thats my joint
Ha! We preferably make all points

Through a nation we build off the musical field
Or a visual thrill, we do what we feel
Any time or place, on stage in ya face
Over tea in Earth and outer space

Because we rock that *shit*, we flip that *shit*
Some east coast west coast cosmic *shit*
Some north bound *shit*, some some south bound *shit*

Some overseas London out of town *shit*
Rockin the joint, rockin the jams
Turn that shit up, play it again cuz...

Its the jam, its the jam, its the jam, its the jam
Its got groove its got feelin
(a chick-a-doom, a chick-a-doom chick-a-doom doom)
Its the jam, its the jam, its the jam, its the jam
Its got groove its got meanin
(a chick-a-doom, a chick-a-doom chick-a-doom doom)