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

This is some of the lingua-franca of da funk business

And people come from miles around with an almost religious devotion to get on 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

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

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 that 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 anti-locks, 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 yak and 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 he don't trip 'cause I don't want to have to gat 'em

So move your body baby, drive the homies crazy

The way you shake that ass it 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