The spritz and gels fumes are killing the dance floors just as much as my sweet beats
The vibes are good, the crowd is hype
The club owner told me I’m so good
He wants me to DJ every night

See you might think that you get the crowd poppin’
But no on compares to how DJ smooth keeps the crowd rockin’

Some say it’s eye-catching to watch me do my thang,
But all I came to do is have a good time and to not have one person complain
See I do what I do, and I do it well
I caress my turntable like it’s my child
I scramble the records and I make the ladies file,

File in line that is, they say, “Woah DJ Smooth’s some type of funky music wiz” and I can’t complain cuz’ I know I’m the best

Ya see I make the crowd pop n’ lock from east to west,
I walk in holding my equipment; with the sickest beats  planned that the best wouldn’t guess

Cause I’m the man of beats,
I don’t compare to the rest.