Lyrics:

B-Boys, Flygirls throw your hands in the air
Ah, yeah, like you just don't care
B-Boys, Flygirls throw your hands in the air
Ah, yeah, like you just don't care

B-Boys, Flygirls throw your hands in the air
Ah, yeah, like you just don't care

Old skool sounds come down blastin'
All the homies in the house, you know they be maxin'
Coolin' out with style-like back in the days
Representin' the skills, puttin' suckers in their place

Funky fresh with the most finest
DJ cuttin' records, so you could impress
All the Flygirls, yeah-the sexy ladies
See, ain't no doubt about what's happening later

B-Boys, Flygirls throw your hands in the air
Ah, yeah, like you just don't care
B-Boys, Flygirls throw your hands in the air
Ah, yeah, like you just don't care

B-Boys, Flygirls throw your hands in the air
Ah, yeah, like you just don't care
B-Boys, Flygirls throw your hands in the air
Ah, yeah, like you just don't care

Two turntables and a microphone
That's all we need to rock on the show
Bam, bam, bam, are you ready for yes-yes-yal('in)
Get your funky ass up, this is the last calling

Funky fresh-with the most finest
DJ cuttin' records, so you could impress
All the flygirls, yeah, the sexy ladies
See, ain't no doubt about what's happening later

B-Boys, Flygirls throw your hands in the air
Ah, yeah, like you just don't care
B-Boys, Flygirls throw your hands in the air
Ah, yeah, like you just don't care

B-Boys, Flygirls throw your hands in the air
Ah, yeah, like you just don't care
B-Boys, Flygirls throw your hands in the air
Ah, yeah, like you just don't care