[Chorus]
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It's alright
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As you may have heard
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To smoke the fat one and let the thunder burn
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It's okay, to play this loud
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Mr DJ, don't mean to sweat you down
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[Missy]
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I stuck my fingers in the socket, I blew up like a rocket
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in the market, now I cannot stop it
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Oh mami, oh papi, why they envy me?
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Messin up my creativity with all this negativity
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so now I'm drinkin gin-and-seng
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Anything to mess with my concentration with hallucinations
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of invasion, from waiting on the nation
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to get with my style
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Cos I'm about to transmit into some funky ish
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Can you get with this?
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Zay, villaveu, yes, ugh!
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They ask me if I'm nasty, they ask me, they bet me too
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Like osh-kosh-bigosh, osh cock suck their cocks
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Osh miss Miss iss oh shit
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I gets mad styles, get it get it
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I'm wit it wit it if you wit it, oh shit then let's split it
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into a 20 sack, and I'ma be back
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wit my boy Craig Mack like that, ugh!
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Chorus
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[Craig Mack]
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Don't sweat me down
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This jam needs a frontin MC, leave MC's shakin in the ground
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Here come the bumpenin sound
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Worth more than the coke that they sellin by the pound
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I walk the street like Shaft
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Hop to kick a paragraph, floatin on the funk like a life raft
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Down with Sista, it's the MC brezzle twister
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Mackalicious boy I'll pop you like a blister
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Craig Mack's a Jedi Knight with The Force of course
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I can run MC's thru my teeth like dental floss
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So back up and don't sweat me down
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Boo docks on locks, fat boys nabbed the home town
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And you can get the balls like that
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Hittin wicked like the funkalicious rhymes that's phat, uhh
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And we can get back in forth off the back
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Chorus
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[Missy]
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Oh if, I could bring sucker-suckertash
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When I farts I poops cash from my ass
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Cos If You Think You're Lonely Now
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like Bobby Womack in gangsta format, I dunk shit like Shaq
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I'm not greedy, I feeds the needy, I smokes a beady
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I feel, the need to stroke the weedy
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Oh big daddy, is you ready *slurp*
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to slurp me in your mouth like spaghetti?
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Hi Ho Silver, ya killer, my drug dealer
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fo' reala, I drinks some Miller, ugh
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Look up in the sky ARGH ARGH!!
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It's a birdie, yes I'm worthy for certy
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Black eyed peas, all in my butt like fleas
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Oh we's smell panties
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All in my crack
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My amplifier's on the maxi light, Kotter Welcome Back
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It's Alright (featuring Craig Mack)
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| Missy Elliott |
