I've played in L.A. and D.C., Manhattan and SydneynAnd Kingston, Jamaica where my Mandy was madenIt's 98 degrees in the straight-up shadenI say I'm stickin' with her for the rest of my given days nnSomebody told me that you're takin' a breaknA sabbatical from rhymin' on the records that you makenA little birdie said that wasn't the casenThey blamed your exodus on DC partners Kevin and Tait nnHold up, I didn't say all that nnI wanna move the people on a hot summer's daynI wanna serve up the Truth like it's pink lemonade nn[CHORUS]nSo if you're wonderin' why I nContinue to try mynSkills at this rap gamenGirl, I can't get enoughnI been rockin' the black folksnAnd tellin' those white jokesnAnd people are peoplenSo just throw your hands upnIf you're wonderin' why I nContinue to try mynnSkills at this rap gamenGirl, I can't get enoughnI been rockin' the church folksnAnd tellin' those same jokesnSo all of God's people nWon't ya throw your hands up nnI've been away for some down timenBut thought it was 'bout timenTo give my freaky people what they came here fornI guess I needed some head spacenAnd felt that by God's gracenMy homosapiens would still be up for some morenI'm talkin' God in my hip-hopnIf not, then my show stopsnAnd everyone around me knows I ain't gonna sell -outnTo those bad guys, they pushin' them white liesnTweak the word freak and you'll be airing tonight guys nn[CHORUS]nnI wanna move the people on a hot summer's daynI wanna serve up the Truth like it's pink lemonadenI wanna give my people what they can't denynI wanna light up the skies like the Fourth of July