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

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 with all negativity
so now I'm drinkin
Anything to mess with my with hallucinations
of invasion, waiting on the nation
to get with my
Cos I'm about to transmit some funky ish
Can you get this?
Zay, villaveu, yes, ugh!
They ask me if I'm nasty, they ask me, 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 then let's split it
into a 20 sack, and be back
wit my boy Craig Mack that, ugh!

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


Oh if, I could sucker-suckertash
When I farts I poops cash my ass
Cos If You You're 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 me in your mouth like spaghetti?
Hi Ho Silver, ya killer, my dealer
fo' reala, I some Miller, ugh
up in the sky ARGH ARGH!!
It's a birdie, yes I'm for certy
Black peas, all in my butt like fleas
Oh we's smell
All in my
My amplifier's on the maxi light, Welcome Back