(Nothing Serious) Just Buggin'

We're called Whistle and this is true

We love to do the things that we're not supposed to do

We don't mean robbin', stealin' or muggin'

In fact, we'll take it seriously, we're only buggin'

That was fresh

That was fresh

That was fresh

That, that, that, that was fresh

Party peoples in the place, we want you all to see

That we can be taken seriously

But if you don't believe that, then forget you all

'Cause we're gonna party-arty and have a ball

'Cause we're here to prove true bugged out means

That things aren't always what they seem

We want you all to scream and start to shout

As we go on a mission and bug on out

We're called Whistle and this is true

We love to do the things that we're not supposed to do

We don't mean robbin', stealin' or muggin'

In fact, we'll take it seriously, we're only buggin'

Well, it's all about us, Jazz and K.D

But sometimes it's all about just me

You know what I noticed all of a sudden

When I speak, people just be a muffin

There's not another person who sounds like me

And who could it be, there will never be

I'll say a tongue, give it like a blink of the eye

Say it so well, you will think it's a lie

Like Peter Potter picked up his gold pen

Put in on the back-sail that would soon be his friend

This plot deployed up a loony park

Persist to behave it so to ply it plank plunk

My problem with fletchin', fletch people who flee

Is playin' the proper pot without a pitchier

And my present plate who desolates my plea

So I'm the perfect pacemaker, perpetrator trades me

Tell me, girl, now is it true

That you love for me just to talk to you?

For you to be my girl, and I'll be your man

You'll be mine, not just another fan

You'd be with me everywhere I go

You'll hold my hand at every show

Inseparable is what we'd be

Jazz in, jazz in eternally

But after all of this, you know your dream will end

I wouldn't talk to you, I'd talk to your friend

And you would call me conceited, and you'd call me wrong

But you'd call me that night and try to turn me on

You dial my digits in the day and in the night

Promise you, swear that you'll do me right

But I doubt that anythin' that you'd do

Would ever give me the stomach to talk to you

Now I'm buggin'

Some DJs go in order to impress

But DJs simply spinnin' is (really fresh)

We got tricks up our sleeve and if that isn't enough

Grab a front row seat, check out this

When the place gets hot and the air gets thinner

The modulator overtake the soothin' silver spinner

This scratchin' fascinates us, so why don't you too be real?

Make it hard enough, so everybody can (feel it?)

Just, just, just, just feel it

Just, just, just feel it

Just, just, just, just

Just, just, just, just feel it

Just, just, just, just

Just, just, just, just

Just, just, just, just

Just, just, just, just

We're called Whistle and this is true

We love to do the things that we're not supposed to do

We don't mean robbin', stealin' or muggin'

In fact, we'll take it seriously, we're only buggin'