Coolio › Lyrics › 1, 2, 3, 4 (Sumpin' New)

This is some of the lingua-fringa of da funk business
And people come from miles around
With an almost religious devotion to get on down

One, two, three, four
Get your woman on the floor
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
Gotta, gotta get up to get down

One, two, three, four
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 additive to your education
I live my life by the code of the funk
Six hundred 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 betta nigga know

One two three, it's like A B C
If hip hop didn't pay, I'd rap for free
Slide, slide, but that's that past
I got sumpin' brand new for that ass

One, two, three, four
Get your woman on the floor
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
Gotta, gotta get up to get down

One, two, three, four
Get your woman on the floor
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
Gotta, gotta get up to get down

If you got beefed then nigga eat a porkchop
Once I get it goin', you know it don't stop
I break like antilocks, 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 liqua and do it all damn night

My name ain't Wanda, but I'll rock your world
Get more bounce than a gherry curl
Too many looky loos be lookin' for clues
There's a party goin' on, now whatcha gonna do

So grab your partner, do se 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

One, two, three, four
Get your woman on the floor
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
Gotta, gotta get up to get down

One, two, three, four
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 'cuz you might get smushed
It's the brother from around the way
And what I say I been comin' 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
'Cuz a west coast party don't stop
So when you see a young nigga in a Chevy hittin' switches
Then you gotta give the 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

One, two, three, four
Get your woman on the floor
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
Gotta, gotta get up to get down

One, two, three, four
Get your woman on the floor
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
Gotta, gotta get up to get down

One, two, three, four
Get your woman on the floor
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
Gotta, gotta get up to get down

One, two, three, four
Get your woman on the floor
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
Gotta, gotta get up to get down