Lyrics:

This is some of the lingua franca of the funk business,
and people come from miles around
with an almost religious devotion
to get on down.

1, 2, 3, 4, get your woman on the floor
Gotta Gotta get up to get down
Gotta Gotta get up to get down

What up everybody so glad you're here
it's Coolio wit' the flow back in your ear
this ain't a fantastic voyage but I'm still on a mission
to see if I can get your attention
Now I wants to drop some information
just a little additive to your education
I live my life by the code of the funk
600 watt amps, 18's in the trunk
When I'm on the street, you gotta feel my beat, so
throw your hands up if you're down with the C
double O, L, I, O with the flow
I'm lookin' for the party, so let a nigga know
1, 2, 3, it's like A-B-C
if hip hop didn't pay, I'd rap for free
slide, slide, but that's the past
I got sumpin' brand new for that ass

1, 2, 3, 4, get your woman on the floor
Gotta Gotta get up to get down
Gotta Gotta get up to get down

1, 2, 3, 4, get your woman on the floor
Gotta Gotta get up to get down
Gotta Gotta get up to get down

If you got beefed, then nigga eat a porkchop
once I get it goin', you know it don't stop
I brake like antilocks, panties drop,
from hood to hood, block to block
Help, I need somebody
to get it goin' on in this party
baby you can do it, take your time do it right,
we can drink some yak and do it all damn night
My name ain't Wanda, but I'll rock your world
get more bounce than a Jheri curl
too many looky loos be lookin' for clues
there's a party goin' on, now whatcha gonna do, so
Grab your partner, do-si-do,
if you don't know who it is, it's Coolio,
slide, slide, but that's the past,
I got sumpin' brand new for that ass

1, 2, 3, 4, get your woman on the floor
Gotta Gotta get up to get down
Gotta Gotta get up to get down

1, 2, 3, 4, get your woman on the floor
Gotta Gotta get up to get down
Gotta Gotta get up to get down

Push, push, in the bush
but don't step on no toes 'cause you might get smushed
it's the brother from around the way
and what I say I been comin' on three like Dr. Dre
Comin' at 'em with a pattern an' a fresh pair of atoms
I hope you don't trip 'cause I don't want to have to get 'em
so move your body baby, drive the homeys crazy,
the way you shake that ass, it always amaze me
Ain't no party like a west coast party
'cause a west coast party don't stop
so when you see a young nigga
in a Chevy hittin' switches, then you gotta get a nigga his props
I got size in my rise and the motion for your ocean
Coolio got the potion to kick the party open
slide, slide, but that's the past
I got sumpin' brand new for that ass.

1, 2, 3, 4, get your woman on the floor
Gotta Gotta get up to get down
Gotta Gotta get up to get down

1, 2, 3, 4, get your woman on the floor
Gotta Gotta get up to get down
Gotta Gotta get up to get down

1, 2, 3, 4, get your woman on the floor
Gotta Gotta get up to get down
Gotta Gotta get up to get down

1, 2, 3, 4, get your woman on the floor
Gotta Gotta get up to get down
Gotta Gotta get up to get down