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It’s Alright
Sista feat. Craig Mack
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🇬🇧 English · Original
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Yup, yup
Yup, yup
Yup, yup
Yup, yup
It's alright (It's alright)
As you may have heard (Yeah)
To smoke a fat one (Smoke a fat one)
And drink a Thunderbird (A Thunderbird)
It's okay (It's okay)
To play this loud (Play it loud now)
Mister DJ don't mean to sweat you down (Hey)
I stuck my fingers in the sockets
I blew up like a rocket in the market (Ha)
Now I cannot stop it
Oh mommy, oh papi, why they envy me?
Messin' up my creativity with all this negativity (Uh, uh)
So now I'm drinkin' ginseng
Anything to mess with my concentration
With hallucinations, I'm impatient from waitin' on a nation
To get with my style
'Cause I'm about to transmit it to some funky ish
Can you get with this?
Say, Willy Boo, yes, uh
They ask me if I'm nasty, they ask me, they beg me to
Like osh kosh b'gosh, ush cock, suck the cock
Us is miss is, oh shit
I gets mad styles, get it, get it
I'm wit' it wit' it if you wit' it, oh shit it, let's split it
Into a twenty sack
And I'ma be back with my boy Craig Mack like that, uh
It's alright (It's alright)
As you may have heard (Yeah)
To smoke a fat one (Smoke a fat one)
And drink a Thunderbird (A Thunderbird)
It's okay (It's okay)
To play this loud (Play it loud now)
Mister DJ don't mean to sweat you down (Hey)
Don't sweat me down
This jam leaves the front of them
Sleeves and MCs shakin' in the ground
Here come the rumblin' sound
Worth more than the gold but they sell 'em by the pound
I walk the street like Shaft
On the kick, a paragraph, floatin' on the funk like a life raft
Down with sister, Mr. MC, pretzel twister
Mackalicious, boy, I'll pop you like a blister
Craig Mack, into the night with the force
Of course, I convert MCs to a teeth like dental floss
So back up, but don't sweat me down
Boondocks, hard knocks, Brentwood and out the hometown
And you can get the balls like that
Kickin' wicked type of funkolicious rhymes that's fat
And we can get back and forth or forth and back
It's alright (It's alright)
As you may have heard (Yeah)
To smoke a fat one (Smoke a fat one)
And drink a Thunderbird (A Thunderbird)
It's okay (It's okay)
To play this loud (Play it loud now)
Mister DJ don't mean to sweat you down (Hey)
Oh, if
I could bring fucka-fucka-tash
When I farts I poops cash from my ass
'Cause if you think you're lonely now
Like Bobby Womack and kicks the format, I dunk shit like Shaq
I'm not greedy, I feeds the needy, I smokes a beedy
I feel the need to stoke the weed-y
Oh big daddy, is you ready?
Just loop me in your mouth like spaghetti
Hi ho, silver, you're killer, my drug dealer
For real-a, I drink some Miller, uh
Look up in the sky, ah, ah, it's a birdy
Yes, I'm worthy, deservedly
Black-eyed peas, all in my butt like fleas
Oh, we smell panties
All in my crack
My amplifier's on the max and like Carter, welcome back
It's alright
As you may have heard
To smoke a fat one
And drink a Thunderbird
It's okay
To play this loud
Mister DJ don't mean to sweat you down
It's alright (It's alright)
As you may have heard (Yeah)
To smoke a fat one (Smoke a fat one)
And drink a Thunderbird (A Thunderbird)
It's okay (It's okay)
To play this loud (Play it loud now)
Mister DJ don't mean to sweat you down (Hey)
Yup, yup
Yup, yup
Yup, yup
Yup, yup
Sweat you down
Yup, yup