[Chorus]    It's alright    As you may have heard    To smoke the fat one and let the thunder burn    It's okay, to play this loud    Mr DJ, don't mean to sweat you down    [Missy]    I stuck my fingers in the socket, I blew up like a rocket    in the market, now I cannot stop it    Oh mami, oh papi, why they envy me?    Messin up my creativity with all this negativity    so now I'm drinkin gin-and-seng    Anything to mess with my concentration with hallucinations    of invasion, from waiting on the nation    to get with my style    Cos I'm about to transmit into some funky ish    Can you get with this?    Zay, villaveu, yes, ugh!    They ask me if I'm nasty, they ask me, they bet me too    Like osh-kosh-bigosh, osh cock suck their cocks    Osh miss Miss iss oh shit    I gets mad styles, get it get it    I'm wit it wit it if you wit it, oh shit then let's split it    into a 20 sack, and I'ma be back    wit my boy Craig Mack like that, ugh!    Chorus    [Craig Mack]    Don't sweat me down    This jam needs a frontin MC, leave MC's shakin in the ground    Here come the bumpenin sound    Worth more than the coke that they sellin by the pound    I walk the street like Shaft    Hop to kick a paragraph, floatin on the funk like a life raft    Down with Sista, it's the MC brezzle twister    Mackalicious boy I'll pop you like a blister    Craig Mack's a Jedi Knight with The Force of course    I can run MC's thru my teeth like dental floss    So back up and don't sweat me down    Boo docks on locks, fat boys nabbed the home town    And you can get the balls like that    Hittin wicked like the funkalicious rhymes that's phat, uhh    And we can get back in forth off the back    Chorus    [Missy]    Oh if, I could bring sucker-suckertash    When I farts I poops cash from my ass    Cos If You Think You're Lonely Now    like Bobby Womack in gangsta format, I dunk shit like Shaq    I'm not greedy, I feeds the needy, I smokes a beady    I feel, the need to stroke the weedy    Oh big daddy, is you ready *slurp*    to slurp me in your mouth like spaghetti?    Hi Ho Silver, ya killer, my drug dealer    fo' reala, I drinks some Miller, ugh    Look up in the sky ARGH ARGH!!    It's a birdie, yes I'm worthy for certy    Black eyed peas, all in my butt like fleas    Oh we's smell panties    All in my crack    My amplifier's on the maxi light, Kotter Welcome Back