1, 2, 3, 4 (Sumpin' New) [Timber Mix]

This is some of the lingua franca of the funk business
 And people come from miles around
 With an almost religious devotion to get on down
 Ahh-ah-ha!
 1, 2, 3, 4, get your woman on the floor
 Gotta Gotta get up to get down
 Gotta Gotta get up to get down
 What up everybody, so glad you're here
 It's Coolio wit' the flow back in your ear
 This ain't the fantastic voyage, but I'm still on a mission
 To see if I can get your attention
 Now I want to drop some information
 Just a little additude to your education
 I live my life by the code of the funk
 600 watt amps, 18's in the trunk
 When I'm on the street, you gotta feel my beat, so
 Throw your hands up if you're down with the C, Double-O, L-I-O with the flow
 I'm lookin' for the party, so let a nigga know
 1 2 3, it's like A B C
 If hip hop didn't pay, I'd rap for free
 Slide, slide, but that's the past
 I got sumpin' brand new for that ass
 1, 2, 3, 4, get your woman on the floor
 Gotta Gotta get up to get down
 Gotta Gotta get up to get down
 1, 2, 3, 4, get your woman on the floor
 Gotta Gotta get up to get down
 Gotta Gotta get up to get down
 If you got beef, then nigga eat a porkchop
 Once I get it goin', you know it don't stop
 I break like dandylocks, panties drop
 From hood to hood, block to block
 Help, I need somebody
 To get it goin' on in this party
 Baby you can do it, take your time, do it right
 We can drink some liquor, do it all damn night
 My name ain't Wanda, but I'll rock your world
 Get more bounce than a Jheri curl
 Too many looky-loos be lookin' for clues
 There's a party goin' on, now whatcha gonna do, so
 Grab your partner, do-si-do
 If you don't know who it is, it's Coolio
 Slide, slide, but that's the past
 I got sumpin' brand new for that ass
 1, 2, 3, 4, get your woman on the floor
 Gotta, Gotta get up to get down
 Gotta Gotta get up to get down
 1, 2, 3, 4, get your woman on the floor
 Gotta Gotta get up to get down
 Gotta Gotta get up to get down
 Push, push, in the bush
 But don't step on no toes 'cause you might get smushed
 It's the brother from around the way
 And what I say I bend a corner on three like Dr. Dre
 Comin' at 'em with pattern, an' a fresh pair of atoms
 I hope you don't trip, cuz I don't want to have to gat 'em
 So move your body baby, drive the homeys crazy
 The way you shake that ass, always amaze me
 Ain't no party like a west coast party
 'Cause a west coast party don't stop
 So when you see a young nigga
 In a Chevy hittin' switches
 Then you gotta give a nigga his props
 I got size in my rise, and the motion for your ocean
 Coolio got the potion to kick the party open
 Slide, slide, but that's the past
 I got sumpin' brand new for that ass
 1, 2, 3, 4, get your woman on the floor
 Gotta Gotta get up to get down
 Gotta Gotta get up to get down
 1, 2, 3, 4, get your woman on the floor
 Gotta Gotta get up to get down
 Gotta Gotta get up to get down
 1, 2, 3, 4, get your woman on the floor
 Gotta Gotta get up to get down
 Gotta Gotta get up to get down
 1, 2, 3, 4, get your woman on the floor
 Gotta Gotta get up to get down
 Gotta Gotta get up to get down
 Ahh-ha-ha!