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It's
As you may have
To the fat one and let the thunder burn
It's okay, to this loud
Mr DJ, mean to sweat you down

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

[Craig
sweat me down
This jam needs a frontin MC, MC's shakin in the ground
come the bumpenin sound
Worth more the coke that they sellin by the pound
I walk the street like
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 with The Force of course
I can run MC's thru my teeth dental floss
So up and don't sweat me down
Boo on locks, fat boys nabbed 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 bring sucker-suckertash
I farts I poops cash from my ass
Cos If You Think Lonely Now
like Bobby Womack in gangsta format, I dunk shit like
I'm not greedy, I feeds the needy, I smokes a
I feel, the to stroke the weedy
Oh big daddy, is you *slurp*
to slurp me in mouth like spaghetti?
Hi Ho Silver, ya killer, my dealer
fo' reala, I drinks Miller, ugh
up in the sky ARGH ARGH!!
It's a birdie, yes I'm for certy
eyed peas, all in my butt like fleas
Oh we's smell
All in my
My on the maxi light, Kotter Welcome Back