It's Alright

Sista

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    [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

    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

    Chorus [x2]

    Song details

    Composition: Missy Elliott and Craig Mack

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