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It's
As you may have
To smoke the fat one and let the thunder
It's okay, to this loud
Mr DJ, don't mean to sweat you

I stuck my fingers in the socket, I blew up like a
in the market, now I cannot it
Oh mami, oh papi, why they me?
up my creativity with all this negativity
so now I'm drinkin
to mess with my concentration with hallucinations
of invasion, from waiting on the
to get with my
Cos I'm about to into some funky ish
Can you get this?
Zay, villaveu, yes, ugh!
They ask me if I'm nasty, they ask me, bet me too
osh-kosh-bigosh, osh cock suck their cocks
Osh miss Miss iss oh
I mad styles, get it get it
I'm wit it wit it if you wit it, oh shit then let's it
a 20 sack, and I'ma be back
wit my boy Craig Mack that, ugh!

[Craig
sweat me down
This jam needs a frontin MC, leave MC's shakin in the
come the bumpenin sound
Worth more than the coke that sellin by the pound
I walk the like Shaft
Hop to kick a paragraph, floatin on the funk like a life
Down with Sista, it's the MC twister
Mackalicious boy pop you like a blister
Craig Mack's a Jedi Knight The Force of course
I can run MC's thru my teeth like floss
So up and don't sweat me down
Boo docks on locks, fat boys the home town
And you can get the balls that
Hittin wicked the funkalicious rhymes that's phat, uhh
And we can get back in forth off the


Oh if, I could bring
I farts I poops cash from my ass
Cos If You Think Lonely Now
Bobby Womack in gangsta format, I dunk shit like Shaq
I'm not greedy, I feeds the needy, I smokes a
I feel, the to stroke the weedy
Oh big daddy, is you ready
to slurp me in your mouth like
Hi Ho Silver, ya killer, my dealer
fo' reala, I some Miller, ugh
Look up in the sky ARGH!!
a birdie, yes I'm worthy for certy
Black peas, all in my butt like fleas
Oh we's panties
All in my
My amplifier's on the light, Kotter Welcome Back