Intro - Cilongo, Monica

— Come on, get out the way!

— The light’s green.

Move!

— I hate these gangsta singers with their music loud.

Ma’am!

Ma’am,

can you please turn your rap music down?

You just woke my baby up.

Dammit!

O.K.

I just called the cops

— Don't you ever interrupt me when I’m listening to a Monica record.

(Oh)

Yeah, straight out the slumming streets of A-T-L

I know you waited for her arrival

Through the hurricanes, torandoes, and thunderstorms

The climate has now changed

And the storm is now over

I repeat the storm is now over

Let us begin

Hey, yo, Monica turn the volume up!