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

I stuck my fingers in the socket, I up like a rocket
in the market, now I stop it
Oh mami, oh papi, why envy me?
Messin up my creativity with all this
so now I'm drinkin
Anything to mess with my with hallucinations
of invasion, from on the nation
to get with my
Cos I'm to transmit into some funky 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 cock suck their
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 I'ma be
wit my boy Craig Mack that, ugh!

[Craig
Don't sweat me
This jam 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 like a raft
with Sista, it's the MC brezzle twister
Mackalicious boy I'll pop you a blister
Craig Mack's a Jedi Knight with The 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 nabbed the town
And you can get the like that
Hittin like the funkalicious rhymes that's phat, uhh
And we can get back in forth off the


Oh if, I could bring
When I farts I poops cash my ass
Cos If You Think Lonely Now
like 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 *slurp*
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!!
It's a birdie, yes I'm for certy
Black peas, all in my butt like fleas
Oh smell panties
All in my
My amplifier's on the maxi light, Kotter Back