Come on, get out of 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 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 A.T.L I know you waited for her arrival Through the hurricanes and tornadoes 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