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It's
As you may heard
To the fat one and let the thunder burn
okay, to play 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 stop it
Oh mami, oh papi, why they me?
Messin up my with all this negativity
so now I'm drinkin
Anything to with my concentration with hallucinations
of invasion, from on the nation
to get with my
Cos I'm to transmit into 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 suck their cocks
Osh miss Miss iss oh
I mad styles, get it get it
I'm wit it wit it if you wit it, oh shit then let's it
into a 20 sack, and be back
wit my boy Mack like that, ugh!

[Craig
sweat me down
This jam needs a MC, leave MC's shakin in the ground
Here the bumpenin sound
more than the coke that they sellin by the pound
I walk the street Shaft
Hop to kick a paragraph, floatin on the funk like a raft
Down with Sista, it's the MC brezzle
boy I'll pop you like a blister
Craig Mack's a Knight with The Force of course
I can run MC's thru my teeth dental floss
So back up and don't sweat me
Boo docks on locks, fat boys nabbed the home
And you can get the balls that
Hittin wicked the funkalicious rhymes that's phat, uhh
And we can get in forth 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 Womack in format, I dunk shit like Shaq
I'm not greedy, I the needy, I smokes a beady
I feel, the need to stroke the
Oh big daddy, is you ready
to slurp me in mouth like spaghetti?
Hi Ho Silver, ya killer, my drug
fo' reala, I some Miller, ugh
up in the sky ARGH ARGH!!
It's a birdie, yes I'm for certy
Black eyed peas, all in my butt like
Oh we's smell
All in my
My amplifier's on the maxi light, Kotter Back