It S Alright lyrics

f/ Craig Mack



[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!



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[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



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[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



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