(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, don't 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 hardy and have a ball

'Cause we're here to prove through 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, don't take it seriously, we're only buggin'

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

Well, sometimes it's all about just me

You know what I noticed all of a sudden

When I speak, people disagree a button

There's not another person who sounds like me

Indubitably, there will never be

I'll say a tongue twister like the blink of a eye

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

Like, Peter Parker picked up his gold pen

Put it on the pedestal, then pursued his friend

His plot deployed, the polluted punk

Persisted to prohibit, so the plot his plan flunked

My problem with fletchin' fletch people who flee

Is playin' the proper part without a picture of greed

And my present plate procrastinates my plea

So I'm the perfect pacemaker, perpetrators praise me

Tell me, girl, now is it true

That you'd love for me just to talk you?

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

You'd be mine, not just another fan

You'd be with me everywhere I go

You'd hold my hand at every show

Inseparable is what we'd be

Jazz and Jazeette eternally

But after all of this, you know the dream would 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'd dial my digits in the day, you'll end your night

Promise and swear that you'd do me right

But I doubt that anything that you do

Would ever give me the stomach to talk to you

Now I'm buggin'

Some DJs go, in order to impress

But DJ Silver Spinner is (Really fresh)

He got tricks up his sleeves and if that isn't enough

Grab a front row seat and check out this

When the place gets hot and the air gets thinner

The mutilator on the tables is the Silver Spinner

Your scratches fascinate us, so why don't you reveal it?

Make it hard enough so everybody can (Feel it)

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, don't take it seriously, we're only buggin'