It`s Alright — текст песни (Sista (Missy Elliot) 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!

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

Chorus [x2]