Tag team, back again, check it, direct it, let's begin Party on, party people, let me hear some noise DC's in the house, jump, jump, rejoices There's a party over here, a party over there Wave your hands in the air, shake your derriere These three words mean you're getting busy Whoop dat ass, hitman Whoop dat ass Upside down and inside out I'm about to show all you folks what it's all about Now it's time for them to get on the mic And make this motherfuckin' party hot I'm takin' it back to the old school Cause I'm an old fool, who's so cool? If you wanna get down, I'ma show you the way Whoop dat ass, let me hear you say Whoop dat ass Shaka laka, shaka laka, shaka laka, shaka Point blank, chinny juice I'm drinkin' Bent and bent as I puff on dank, rock the mic Uh oh, I crave skin rip Find a honey dip to dip it in, slam dunk it, stick it Flip it and ride that B-O-O-T-Y, oh my Ooh, that's it, come on, come on Whoop dat ass, I'm done Come on! Louder! Give it to me! Come on, come on! Louder! You love it? Come on, come on! Yeah! Whoop dat ass Some say I'm crazy cause I'm pushing up daisies The underground sound that you n****s have found amazing Outstanding, demanding, commanding You people dancing S***, that's a breath taker I produce, a.k.a. The Undertaker You wanna come down to the underground? Old school is a shovel, can you dig it, fool? Can you dig it? Can y'all dig it? W-H-O-O-N-P as I flow to the flat From the school of old hardcore, keep the folklore right Three to the two and one mic check Mad skill, flow ill on the mess of steel That's the grill of the microphone I just killed Party people wish the party tag team is through There it is, I thought you knew Whoop dat ass Yeah, tag team music coming straight at ya That's me, DC, the brain supreme And my man Steve Roland Bring it back, y'all, bring it back, y'all, bring it back Here we go Whoop dat ass Whoop dat ass