This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
[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 mommy, oh papi, why they envy me?
Messing up my creativity with all this negativity
So now I'm drinking gin-and-seng
Anything to mess with my concentration with hallucinations
Of invasion, from waiting on the nation
To get with my style
Cause 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
With my boy Craig Mack like that, ugh!
[Chorus]
[Craig Mack]
Don't sweat me down
This jam needs a fronting MC, leave MC's shaking in the ground
Here come the bumpening sound
Worth more than the coke that they selling by the pound
I walk the street like Shaft
Hop to kick a paragraph, floating 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 sweat me down
Boo docks on locks, fat boys nabbed the home town
And you can get the balls like that
Hitting wicked like the funkalicious rhymes that's phat,
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
Cause 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
For 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 panties
All in my crack
My amplifier's on the maxi light, Kotter Welcome Back
[Chorus: x2]
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 mommy, oh papi, why they envy me?
Messing up my creativity with all this negativity
So now I'm drinking gin-and-seng
Anything to mess with my concentration with hallucinations
Of invasion, from waiting on the nation
To get with my style
Cause 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
With my boy Craig Mack like that, ugh!
[Chorus]
[Craig Mack]
Don't sweat me down
This jam needs a fronting MC, leave MC's shaking in the ground
Here come the bumpening sound
Worth more than the coke that they selling by the pound
I walk the street like Shaft
Hop to kick a paragraph, floating 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 sweat me down
Boo docks on locks, fat boys nabbed the home town
And you can get the balls like that
Hitting wicked like the funkalicious rhymes that's phat,
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
Cause 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
For 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 panties
All in my crack
My amplifier's on the maxi light, Kotter Welcome Back
[Chorus: x2]
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It's Alright Lyrics as written by Melissa A Elliott Ewart C Dewgarde
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