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