Come on, get out the way

The light's green, move

I hate these gangster singers with their music loud

Ma'am, ma'am, can you please turn your rap music down?

You just woke my baby up, damn it

Okay, I just called the cops

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

Yeah

Straight out the slumming streets of ATL

I know you waited for her arrival

Through the hurricanes and tornados

And thunderstorms

The climate is now changed

And the storm is now over, I repeat

The storm is now over

Let us begin

Hey yo, Monica