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

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

C'os 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 **** suck their ****s
Osh miss Miss iss oh, ****
I gets mad styles, get it get it

I'm wit it, wit it, if you wit it, oh, **** then let's split it
Into a 20 sack, and I'ma be back
Wit my boy Craig Mack like that, ugh

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

Don't sw*** ** 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 through my teeth like dental floss
So back up and don't sw*** ** 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
And we can get back in forth off the back

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

Oh, if I could bring sucker suckertash
When I farts, I poops cash from my ***
'Cos If you think you're lonely now
Like Bobby Womack in gangsta format, I dunk **** 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
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
It's a birdie, yes I'm worthy for certy

Black Eyed Peas, all in my butt like fleas
Oh, we's smell *******
All in my crack my amplifier's on the maxi light
Kotter welcome back

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

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