(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 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
 Persistal to behave it so to ply it plank plunk
 My problem with fletchin' fletch people who flee
 Is playin' the proper pot without a pitcharee
 And my present plate who desorates 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 gimme the stomach to talk to you
 Now I'm buggin'
 Some DJ's go in order to impress
 But DJ's simply spinnin' is
 (Really fresh)
 We got trick, up our sleeve and if that isn't enough
 Grab a front row seat, check out this
 (Fuff)
 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?
 It 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'