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

I my fingers in the socket, I blew up like 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 gin-and-seng
Anything to with my concentration with hallucinations
of invasion, from waiting on the
to get my style
Cos I'm about to transmit some 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 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 sound
more than the coke that they sellin by the pound
I walk the street like
Hop to kick a paragraph, floatin on the funk a life raft
with Sista, it's the MC brezzle twister
Mackalicious boy pop you like a blister
Craig Mack's a Knight with The Force of course
I can run thru my teeth like dental floss
So back up and don't sweat me
Boo on locks, fat boys nabbed the home town
And you can get the balls that
Hittin wicked like the funkalicious rhymes phat, uhh
And we can get back in off the back


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