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

I stuck my fingers in the socket, I blew up a rocket
in the market, now I cannot it
Oh mami, oh papi, why envy me?
Messin up my creativity all this negativity
so now I'm drinkin
Anything to mess my concentration with hallucinations
of invasion, from waiting on the
to get my style
Cos I'm about to transmit into funky ish
Can you get this?
Zay, villaveu, yes, ugh!
They ask me if I'm nasty, ask me, they bet me too
Like osh-kosh-bigosh, osh cock 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 shit let's split it
into a 20 sack, and be back
wit my boy Craig like that, ugh!

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


Oh if, I could sucker-suckertash
When I farts I cash from my ass
Cos If You Think Lonely Now
like Bobby Womack in gangsta format, I dunk shit Shaq
I'm not greedy, I feeds the needy, I smokes a
I feel, the need to stroke the
Oh big daddy, is you ready
to slurp me in your mouth spaghetti?
Hi Ho Silver, ya killer, my drug
fo' reala, I drinks Miller, ugh
Look up in the sky ARGH!!
It's a birdie, yes I'm for certy
Black eyed peas, all in my butt fleas
Oh smell panties
All in my
My on the maxi light, Kotter Welcome Back