[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