But not the kid see I'm like that old bucket of crisco That's sitting on top of the stove Simmer to a sizzle like the days of old But I'll wait til I've mastered this, let the others go first So the brothers won't miss Fried til it's burned and crisp Say we be cooking so the funksters can raise their fist like this Now you know how its going down, start at your neck Then through your back then it works its way down to your feet So unique, come on everybody let's dance to the beat