Hello childrenSing it outBlack Jack Johnson, N-Y-CR-O-Z-K-I-N-GSun in the moon, ice stores in VeniceBefore it's all done, y'all gon' all understand it likeBang, the haters can't *** with itCause they mom and they sister, they girl in love with itThe sound man holla black, come with itSpin the record to the record, done spinningGet up top as you getting up with itNow dirty, dirty as you getting crunk with itSmoke is smoke from coast to coastCare for the first draw, be that overdoseWho stay holding it for Brooklyn, you know it's mostThe jackpot, I got the gold for brokeThis the only way the Smith family know where to goRight here to my youngest when it's older folksI'ma put it down like a dirty soul was soldFreak daddy came here to work the mojo overCause the high is high and the low is lowThat gold for the sinner, man, the holy foePut your *** in the sky like I know you knowHop, back at Onation, get chode to chodeStay rockin', steady, steady, cause I told you soAfter y'all get it, come on, let it go some moreSeattle about something for sure, for sureFor sure, for sureLet me see it in the world, man, can you show the roadWhen it feel good to ya, baby, throw your bowsCause we are, so, get chodeYes, we are, so, get chodeYes, we are, rock n' rollYes, we are, so, get chodeYes, we are, rock and rollYes, we are, so, get chodeYes, we are, rock and rollYes, we are, so, get chodeYes, we are, rock and mother***in' rollHah!I am a fighter and a loverI'm the freaky, baby daddy I'm a bad mother***erI'm the earth, wind, fire and the thunderI said I am, go ask my mamaYou don't believe thatThat *** believe what you wannaAll right, okay, what's up, shut upSpeak language, come straight from the gutterObserve the turns that we trade with one anotherLike, yo, what's good, what's poppin', what's crackin'?Yo, what it is, how you livin', what's happenin'?The work songs that the slaves sang back thenThe playground chants where little girls clap nowBlackjack, Johnson, NYC, R-O-C-K-I-N-GSun and the moon, earth, stars, and planetsBefore it's all done, y'all gon' all understand itBlackjack, Johnson, NYC, R-O-C-K-I-N-GSun and the moon, earth, stars, and planetsPlanets, planets, planetsSpaceGive me the spaceSeattle, give me the spaceLet your nigga rockGive me the spaceLet that ghetto rockLet that ghetto rockWatch the ghetto rockWatch the ghetto rockThis is the soundUh, this is the soundGhetto rock, this is the soundGhetto rock, this is the soundGhetto rock, this is the soundGhetto rock, this is the soundGhetto rock, this is the sound Ghetto rock in the mother***in' roomBoogeyman Music! What's up, Seattle?What we got?Yo, can I do some acapella for y'all real quick?Turn the lights down, turn the lights downTurn the lights down, turn the lights down