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Missy Misdemeanor Elliot – Work It

July 20th, 2009

DJ, please pick up your phone
I’m on the request line

This is a Missy Elliott one-time exclusive (Come on)

Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my bang down, flip it and reverse it
It’s your fremme neppa venette
It’s your fremme neppa venette

If you got a big ***, let me search it
And find out how hard I gotta work ya
It’s your fremme neppa venette
It’s your fremme neppa venette

I’d like to get to know ya so I could show ya
Put the p**** on ya like I told ya
Gimme all your numbers so I could phone ya
Your girl actin’ stank then call me over
Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa
Phone before you come, I need to shave my chocha
You do or you don’t or you will or won’t ya
Go downtown and eat it like a vulture
See my hips and my tips, don’t ya
See my a** and my lips, don’t ya
Lost a few pounds and my whips for ya
This the kinda beat that go ra-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah
Work it, I need a glass of water
Boy, oh, boy, it’s good to know ya

Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my bang down, flip it and reverse it
It’s your fremme neppa venette
It’s your fremme neppa venette

If you got a big ***, let me search it
And find out how hard I gotta work ya
It’s your fremme neppa venette
It’s your fremme neppa venette (Come on)

If you a fly gal get your nails done
Get a pedicure, get your hair did
Boy, lift it up, let’s make a toast-a
Let’s get drunk, that’s gon’ bring us closer
Don’t I look like a Halle Berry poster
See the Belvedere playin’ tricks on ya
Girlfriend wanna be like me, never
You won’t find a b**** that’s even better
I make you hot as Las Vegas weather
Listen up close while I take it backwards
I’m not a prostitute, but I could give you what you

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I love your braids and your mouth full of floss
Love the way my a** go bum-bum-bum-bum
Keep your eyes on my bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
And think you can handle this gadong-a-dong-dong
Take my thong off and my a** go vroom
Cut the lights off so you see what I could do

Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my bang down, flip it and reverse it
It’s your fremme neppa venette
It’s your fremme neppa venette

If you got a big ***, let me search it
And find out how hard I gotta work ya
It’s your fremme neppa venette
It’s your fremme neppa venette (Come on)

Boys, boys, all type of boys
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys
Why-thai,-thai-o-toy-o-thai-thai
Rock-thai,-thai-o-toy-o-thai-thai
Girl, girl, get that cash
If it’s 9 to 5 or shakin’ your a**
Ain’t
190
No shame, ladies do your thang
Just make sure you ahead of the game
Just ‘cause I got a lot of fame supa
Prince couldn’t get me change my name papa
Kunta Kinte a slave again, no sir
Picture black sayin’, “Oh, yes a master”
Picture Lil’ Kim dating a pastor
Minnie Me and Big Ren can out last ya
Who is the best, I don’t have to ask ya
When I come out you won’t even matter
Why you act dumb like “Uh,
C8f
Duh”
So you act dumb like “Uh, duh”
As the drummer boy go ba-rom-pop-pom-pom
Give you some-some-some of this Cinnabun

Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my bang down, flip it and reverse it
It’s your fremme neppa venette
It’s your fremme neppa venette

If you got a big ***, let me search it
And find out how hard I gotta work ya
It’s your fremme neppa venette
It’s your fremme neppa venette (Come on)

To my fellas
I like the way you work that
To my ladies
You sure know how to work that

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Missy Misdemeanor Elliot – 4 My People

July 8th, 2009

[Missy]
Uhh, yo
This is for my motherfucking club heads, you feel me?
AAAAOOW!!

[Missy]
People, gangstas, and pimps and people
Smokin that deeper reefer
Up in the club wit speakers
I had some base and tweeters
DJ is jockin needle
Sweat till I catch a fever
Call me the illest diva
Yo I’m on FIRE!!!!!
People go head and drink up
Get in the club get fucked up
See me you got get lucked up
Someone to touch your rubber
Show me some love, strip off your clothes, and take off your socks

[Missy]
The party’s jumpin, I see something fine
Boy I wanna kiss you, but I’m just too shy
Let me dance with you, let me wear you out
Here’s a glass of orange juice, let’s go X it out
The music’s bangin, way down in my soul
When you dance behind me, I lose all control
Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist
When the music comes on, you take my breath away

[HOOK:]
This is for my people, my party people
This is for my people, my motherfucking people
C’mon, c’mon, get down, get, get on down
C’mon, c’mon, get down, get, get on down
This is for my people, my party people
This is for my people, my ecstasy people
C’mon, c’mon, get down, get on down
C’mon, c’mon, get down, get, get on down

[Missy]
I’m at the bar now, and I’m buying drinks

And I got this feeling, and it’s all over me
I wanna dance with you, and lick your face
Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy
The vibe is right now, and I’m bout to score
Mr. DJ can you, play this joint once more
Cuz I see the man I want, I want him right away
I’m look him right in his face and say dance with me

[HOOK]

[Missy]
Freak that, come here baby, grab me from the back
Baby you the mack, and you know that
Put the needle on the track skip that, flip that, bring the beat back
Freak that, come here baby, grab me from the back
Baby you the mack, and you know that
Put the needle on the track, skip that, flip that, bring the beat back
Uno… dos… tres…
Uno… dos… tres…
Uno… dos… tres…
Uno… dos… tres…

[Eve]
Can’t stand when a nigga fuckin up my plans
All night liquored up while I’m tryin to dance
Drunk, and his breath stink, freaky with his hands
Cocky with his mouth please like he got a fan
Can’t stand when a bitch all in my side
I don’t even know her and she all up in my light
Givin me the side eye like she wanna fight
Philly known for boxing bitch better get it right
Can’t stand when a DJ fuckin up the song
Know I’m tryin to shake my ass all
193
Night long
Cuttin up the same shit all night long
High ‘fore I got there, now my shit is blown
Can’t stand when it aint jumpin like I want
Cats that try to stop my fun, take away my blunt
I don’t give a fuck he aint gon’ take away my fun
See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run, uh

[HOOK]

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Aaliyah Feat. Missy Elliot – Best Friends

May 16th, 2009

Aaliyha feat. Missy Elliott
Best friends

Adlib Intro:
Hey…
Hey…
Hey, hey
Ooohhh
Eh hey hey
Yeah yeah yeah
Hey, eh hey
Hey
Mmm, mmm
Ah ah ah

Verse 1:
(Aaliyah)
My best friend say
She´s sick of me, cryin`on the phone
Tellin´how my man be doggin`me
My best friend say
Don´t tell her nothin“bout me and you
`Cause she ain´t showin` me no sympathy

My best friend say,
If she was me
She´d let you go a long, long, time ago
My best friend say (my best friend say)
I´ll be there…

Chorus:
I´ll still be there for you
In the time of need
You can lean on me, come on
I´ll be there for you

I´ll be there for you
In your time of need
You can lean on me, come on
I´ll be there for you

Verse 2:
(Missy)
My best friend say
I can stay with her, at her house
No doubt, anytime I like
My best friend say

Don´t let you in my life
`Cause you don`t do for me
And you don`t act right

My best friend say
If she was me
She would let yougo a long, long time ago
My best friend say
My best friend say
Oohh ooo oh yeh…

Chorus:
I´ll still be there for you
In the time of need
You can lean on me, come on
I´ll be there for you

Bridge:
Mmmmmm (hey)
Mmmmmm (hey)
Hey yea hey eh
Mmmm ( hey hey hey)
(Hey yea hey, and I´ll be there)

Chorus:
I´ll still be there for you
In the time of need
You can lean on me, come on
I´ll be there for you

Adlib Outro:
I´ll be there
I´ll be there
I´ll be there
I´ll be there, I´ll be there,
I´ll be there, I´ll be there

I´ll be there
I´ll be there
I´ll be there
I´ll be there, I´ll be… I´ll be there

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Aaliyah Feat. Missy Elliot – John Blaze (mit Angabe Wer Singt)

May 16th, 2009

[Missy]
Uhh, yo
Uhh.. uhh
Uhh, yo yo
John Blaze, John Blaze
Uhh, uh-huh
Uhh, UHH, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Yo
John Blaze, ehehehe

[Aaliyah] + (Missy)
Why can’t, I explain (I explain) explain (explain)
And you keep, me so amazed (mmm) I’m so amazed/(I’m so amazed)
Why do (yes), I feel this way (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Could it be (uh-huh), you’re John Blaze/(John Blaze)
You’re John Blaze (uh-huh)

Boy you blowin my mind, boy you blowin (uh-huh) my mind (uh-huh)
You look so fine (You sure was number one to me — you John Blaze)
In every way, (mm-hmm) ooh yeah
You’re John Blaze (say what?) You’re John Blaze (yo, yo yo)
Boy you blowin my mind, (yo boy) boy I’ve lost my mind (uh-huh)
You look so fine (You sure was number one to me — you John Blaze)
In every way (ehehehe)
You’re John Blaze/(John Blaze, uh-huh, yo yo yo)

Why am, I sprung out (uh-huh) I’m sprung out (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Do you know, what I’m talkin bout, no doubt/(no doubt, yo yo yo yo)
Why do (mm-hmm), I feel this way
All I know (uh-huh), is you’re John Blaze (you’re John Blaze)
You’re John Blaze (you’re John Blaze)

Boy you blowin my mind (uh-huh), boy you blowin my mind (uh-huh)
You look so fine (You sure was number one to me — you John Blaze)
In every way, (John Blaze) ooh yeah

You look John Blaze (John Blaze) You’re John Blaze
(yo, yiggy yo, yiggy yiggy yo yo yo you’re John)
Boy you blowin my mind, (uh-huh) yes you do (say what?)
You look so fine (You sure was number one to me — you’re John Blaze)
In every way (say what?)
You look John Blaze (yo, yo) John Blaze

[Missy]
I don’t what it is, it’s somethin bout you
Got me in a daze, you amaze, everything, you do John Blaze
You bad to the gizza, izza, kizza
Mizza izza Supa, Dupa, Fly
Nigga say what?
I don’t what it is, ehehe, it’s somethin bout you
Got me in a daze, you amaze, everything, you do John Blaze
You crazy, yo, you bad to the gizza, izza, kizza
Mizza izza Supa, Dupa, Fly
Nigga ehehehe, yeah

[Aaliyah]
Boy you blowin my mind, boy you blow my mind
You look so fine
In every way, every way
You look John Blaze, you’re John Blaze
Boy you blowin my mind
You look so fine, so fine
In every way, ooh yeahahehahh
You look John Blaze, John Blaze

REST IN PEACE AALIYAH

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Christina Aguilera,pink, Mya, Lil Kim, Missy Elliot – Lady Marmalade

April 18th, 2008

Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, flow sister
Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, flow sister
He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge
Struttin’ her stuff on the street.
She said, hello, hey Joe, you wanna give it a go?
Get chor get chor ya ya, da da, Get chor get chor ya ya here
Mocha chocalata ya ya,
Creole Lady Marmalade

Voulez vous coucher avec moi, ce soir
Voulez vous coucher avec moi

He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up
That boy drank all that magnolia wine On the black satin sheets where he started to freak, yeah
Get chor get chor ya ya, da da, Get chor get chor ya ya here
Mocha chocalata ya ya, Creole Lady Marmelade
Voulez vous coucher avec moi, ce soir
Voulez vous coucher avec moi
Uh, ya come through with tha money in that garter belts Let em know we got tha cake straight out tha gate We independent women some mistake us for whores I’m saying “Why spend mine when I can spend yours?” Disagree? Well that’s you and I’m sorry I’ma keep playing these cats out like Atari In high heel shoes getting love from the Jews Four bad ass chicks from the Moulin Rouge

Hey sisters, soul sisters, betta get that dough sisters
We drink wine with diamonds in the glass, by the case The meanin of expensive taste He wanted get chor get chor ya ya Mocha chocalata Creole Lady Marmalade
One more time, c’mon Marmelade (Whoo ooo, whoo ooo) Lady Marmalade (Oo yeah yeah) Lady Marmalade (Ooh Oooh oh) Hey, hey, heeeeeeeeyyy
Touch of her skin, feelin’ silky smooth Color of cafe au lait.
Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried
More, more, more
Now he’s back home doin’ 9 to 5, Livin’ his grey flannel life, But when he turns off to sleep memories keep
More, more, more
Get chor get chor ya ya, da da, Get chor get chor ya ya here Mocha chocalata ya ya, Creole Lady Marmalade

Voulez vous coucher avec moi, ce soir
Voulez vous coucher avec moi
Voulez vous coucher avec moi, ce soir Voulez vous coucher avec moi (Oohh…)
Christina (Hey ey ey ey oh oh ohh..) Pink (Laadyyyy Maaarmaallaaade) Lil Kim Hey uh uh uh uh uh uh Mya (Oooh ooo..) Rockwilder (Lady) Moulin Rouge (Oh Ooo) Misdemeaner here Creole Lady Marmalade

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Beyonce Featuring Free, Mc Lyte & Missy Elliot – Fighting Temptations

March 3rd, 2008

Ef2
[Intro]

[Beyonce Sings]
Fighting Temptation

[Missy Says]
Yo Beyonce, Free, Mc Lyte y’all ready
Let it put it down for da clubs

[all four]
Ladies! (yeah) We got dat beat dat make you jump
To my fellas! (whoo)! I’ll got them cars them ladies love
Party People! (yeah) We gonna party all night
And let yo soul, work! (ooo!) And let yo soul keep on workin out

[First verse: Missy]
I’m the type of chick who be fightin’ temptation
Make you wait before we have a relation
Playboy holla at me lata’
Don’t you know I’m managed by violator (yeah!)
(they shootin’) I’m exterminator
I look good so hate me hater
Me and my girls drinkin’, where’s the waiter
Cheatin’ guys I already played ya
Ladies don’t saphacate us
If you touch us we gonna altercation
Warn Missy you’s impersonator
I got so much ice I even scare Jacob

[all four]
Beyonce, Mc Lyte, and Free
Missy Put it down on da beat

[Missy]
Party people it’s good sensation
We gonna show you how to fight temptation

[Chorus: Beyonce]
I’m just fighting temptation (yeah)
Gotta get more control (control, yeah)
Yet it’s very tempting when you ask to take me home (home)
You know you want my love (love)
I don’t think the time is right (no)
Call when I’m ready, but it won’t be tonight

[Second verse: Free]
We in da club Free gully no doubt
See this real deal playa starin’ dead in my mouth
He got his crew, but I got mine to
Send a note to my table like (what you gonna do)
Eye game got him spreadin’ me out
In my ear dry tears how he left his spouse
And oh, the nice cars and impressive house
He want to run up in I ain’t no regular route (hhoooo!)
Me and the girls we ain’t stressin’ out
We ain’t birds we ain’t headin’ south (nnnoooo)!
Them one nighters that’s sad and doubt
That little talk on da creep what you said is out
I gets cheddar, to help me do what ever, no beef with Dennis Hedwards but I
Fight temptation
I’m not sayin’ I don’t like temptation

I’m just lookin’ for da right temptation, ya kno’

[Chorus: Beyonce]
I’m just fighting temptation (Fighting temptation)
Gotta get more control (control, yeah)
Yet it’s very tempting when you ask to take me home (yeah yeah)
You know you want my love (yeah yeah yeah)
I don’t think the time is right (ooohh!)
Call when I’m ready, but it won’t be tonight

[Third verse: Mc Lyte]
Yeah, party liked I neva partied before
I hit the door all the dudes hit the floor
Sweet, they messin’ wit da brown sugar queen
Fightin’ Temptation like Layla Ali wit da 1, 2
Let me show you wat da hon’ do, when I come through wit da butta dip crew
Now show me dat you got my back, love me from where you at
I got eyes up over my shoulder, if you should decide to get closer (hhooo!)
Well then this dance is straight over, I’m gone and Missy testaroasa
‘Be cool’ dat wat Free say
B say ‘keep it clean but give them lee way’
All I know it’s a crazy sensation
You fine but I’m fightin’ temptation

[Chorus: Beyonce]
I’m just fighting temptation (oohhh)
Gotta get more control (woooooo, ooohh)
Yet it’s very tempting when you ask to take me home (woooo)
You know you want my love (my love)
I don’t think the time is right (yeah)
Call when I’m ready, but it won’t be tonight (yeah yeah yeah)

[Beyonce]
Wooooooo

[Missy]
We goin’ show you how to fight temptation

[Beyonce & Free at the same time]
Beyonce: My love, yeah
Free: I’m jus’ lookin for da right temptation

[Beyonce]
Wooooo

[Beyonce & Missy at the same time]
Beyonce: yeah, yeah, yeah
Missy: We goin’ show you how to fight temptation

[Free]
I’m jus’ lookin for da right temptation

[Beyonce]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woooooo

[all four: repeat 3X]
W-w-what you gonna do

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Jodeci Feat. Missy ‘misdemeanor’ Elliott – Sweaty

November 14th, 2007

[DeVante]
So what chu’ sayin’ baby

[Missy]
Miggity, mix check one, two get ready uh huh
I’ma get with Red, while I sex ya get sweaty huh
Mix check one, two get ready uh huh
I’ma get with Red, while I sex ya get sweaty huh
Mix check one, two get ready uh huh
I’ma get with Red, while I sex ya get sweaty huh

[DeVante]
So what chu’ sayin’ baby

[Missy]
Miggity, mix check one, two get ready uh huh
I’ma get with Red, while I sex ya get sweaty huh
Mix check one, two get ready uh huh
I’ma get with Red, while I sex ya get sweaty huh
Mix check one, two get ready uh huh
I’ma get with Red, while I sex ya get sweaty huh

[K-Ci]
Your body’s lookin’ so fine girl, so baby walk this way
Come to check out all my lines girl, sure that I can make you pay
Come and talk for a minute and I can surely make you smile
Then you can jump right in it, I know I’ve heard it for awhile

[Chorus: Jodeci & Missy x2]
Girl I’m ready (Girl I’m ready)
To get nasty (Wanna get nasty)
Said you wanna get freaky
But are you ready to get sweaty (HUH! SO KEEP IT GOIN’)

[DeVante & Jo-Jo]
I’ll make ya, sweaty
Girl I’ll make ya, sweaty
Girl I’ll make ya, sweaty

[K-Ci]

Ooh, I know you like to have fun girl, I know you like to catch vet
You know that I’ll be the one girl to make you love the sex
I’ll give you all that you can take girl, if you go all the way
We don’t ever have to break girl, cause I ain’t hit you all day

[Chorus x2]

[Jodeci]
You can come play for awhile, for awhile, for awhile
Girl I know you will sweat my style, sweat my style
You can come play for awhile, for awhile
Girl I know you’ll leave with a smile

[Chorus x2]

[* Phone Ringing *]

[DeVante]
Mr. Dalvin, pick up

[Mr. Dalvin (Rap)]
Ah, whoa, whoa, whoa girl I got ya sweat
I got the Trojan keep me strap
And let me freak the funky body all the way down to Manhattan, uh
In ya thang, we jet, we out the way I’m doin’ my thing
I hurt ya feelings so good ya might think I’m kind of strange, what yes
But anyway it’s Mr. Dalvin on the case
I got ya drippin from ya ankles, from ya thighs, to ya freakin’ face
We’re good and ready when all ya want is sweaty
Let me run around the party, just like I be witcha dirty, uh

[Chorus x2]

[Jodeci & Missy ad-libs to fade]

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Jodeci Feat. Missy ‘misdemeanor’ Elliott – Won’t Waste You

November 14th, 2007

[People Talking]
Yo what’s up K, what’s up dog (Hey)
It’s cool man, yo what’s been goin’ on with you man
Look K, you know everything that’s been goin’ on, what’s up baby
What’s up, so what’s up man,
Nothin’ just the same girl that gave me a tatoo last weekend
Well, yeah I heard that, she got it goin’ on

[Chorus]
Won’t waste your time, I won’t waste your time
Don’t play with my mind, don’t play with my mind
Won’t waste your time, I won’t waste your time
Don’t play with my mind, don’t play with my mind

[K-Ci]
Ooh, last night I called you on the phone
Sounded like you had an attitude with me
Do you want me to leave you alone
If so, like a bird I will set you free
I won’t NO!

[Chorus]
I won’t waste your time
So girl don’t play with my mind (Do what you wanna do)
Do what you wanna do (Don’t cha’ play me like a fool)
Just don’t play me like a fool

[K-Ci]
Was it something I said or something I done
Ya know I would do anything for you
Just last week we were having fun
Now all of a sudden you wants to be so cruel, oh oh oh

[Chorus]
I won’t waste your time (I won’t waste your time, no no)
So girl don’t play with my mind (Don’t cha’, don’t cha’ play with me)
Do what you wanna do (Do what you wanna do baby)
Just don’t play me like a fool (Don’t waste no time)

[Jodeci]
You know time is too precious girl (Yes it is, yes it is)
So we gotta do, what we gotta do (Yeah)
You know games are not for me no, no (No, no)
If you want, I can play them too (I won’t waste your time, no)

[Chorus]
I won’t waste your time (Oh)
So girl don’t play with my mind (Hey)
Do what you wanna do (Do what you wanna do with me baby)
Just don’t play me like a fool (Don’t cha’ play me like ya fool)

[Missy]
Black sugar, the man gets enough of this stuff, it’s good nigga
Give me, give me hey, yeah, they got the fingers
Up, up me ass but bigger black sugar
Big up, big up BUMP! BUMP! black sugar
Cats get enough of this stuff, it’s good nigga
Give me, give me hey, yeah, they got the fingers
Up, up me ass but bigger black sugar
Big up, big up BUMP! BUMP!
Give me the day, give me the day, I’m freestyler
Breakin’ through the place, black sugar on she prowla
Just because I’m far, plenty gent-men gets angry
Bucks and bucks, in my butt and then ya take me, ooh baby
Help me, help me, help me 9-1-1 honey
Check for respect and a nine for me gun, son
I don’t really wanna hurt no one
Me just wanna break a few bones when I’m done

[Chorus with various ad-libs] to fade

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Jodeci Feat. Missy ‘misdemeanor’ Elliott, Timbaland – Bring On Da Funk

November 14th, 2007

[DeVante]
Stick em’ uh uh uh uh uh, yeah

[Jodeci]
I beeped you, baby ya have to clear me from the dance floor
Trying to look in my window, but you just couldn’t see me though
You attracted me with all your body, uh do you wanna roll with me
Through uptown

[Timbaland]
All I got is that old funk
So let it bang and boom in ya trunk
Girl I know that’s what you want, that, that funk

[Jodeci]
I know you want it, and you know I got it baby
Anything you want from me baby
Girl if you want it, just come get it from me
Anything you want from me, I’m trying to tell you bring on that funk
Bring on da funk, bring on da funk
Bring on da funk, bring on da funk
Bring on da funk, bring on da funk
Bring on da funk, now

[K-Ci]
Now you know, you really do fit my steelo
You can flow, I just got to know
Do you wanna roll with me, sweet lady in my Jeep
Let’s keep it all discreet, I’m just a simple freak babe

[Timbaland]
All I got is that old funk
So let it bang and boom in ya trunk
Girl I know that’s what you want, that funk, that funk
All I got is that old funk
So let it bang in ya trunk
Girl I know that’s what you want, uh that funk

[Jodeci]

Girl if you want it, just come get it from me
Anything you want from me, I’m trying to tell you bring on that funk
Bring on da funk, bring on da funk
Bring on da funk, bring on da funk
Bring on da funk, bring on da funk
Bring on da funk, bring on da funk
Bring on da funk, bring on da funk
Bring on da funk, bring on da funk
Bring on da funk, bring on da funk
Bring on da funk, now

[Mr. Dalvin]
Yeah, bring it on, cause we be gettin’ freaky
Cause we be gettin’ freaky
Cause we gettin’ down
Cause we gettin’ down
Cause we gettin’ down
And we be gettin’

[Missy (singing) -1]
Jodeci funk, that’s what it is, ooh
Gotta get into you
Jodeci funk, that’s what it is, ooh
Gotta get into you, ooh ooh

[Mr. Dalvin with Timbaland rapping along]
We be kickin’ at the parties and the after-parties
So baby bring ya bodies
She be gettin’ smacked a lot, slapped a lot

[Mr. Dalvin with Missy singing 1 in background; repeat to fade]
Cause we be gettin’ down
And we be gettin’ down

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Tweet Feat. Missy Elliot – Oops (oh My)

August 31st, 2007

[Verse 1]
Tell you what I did last night
I came home, say, around a quater to three
Still so high
Hypnotized
In a trance
From the start it, so butter and brown and tantalizing
You woulda thought I needed help from this feeling that I felt
So shook I had to catch my breath

[Chorus:]
Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head
Oh my
Oops, there goes my skirt dropin’ to my feet
Oh my
Ooh, some kinda touch careesing my face
Oh my
Ooh I’m turning red
Who could this be?

I tried and I tried to avoid
But this thing was happening
Swollow my pride
Let it ride and party
But this body felt just like mines
I got worried
I looked over to the left
A reflection of myself
That’s why I couldn’t catch my breath

[Chorus:]
Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head
Oh my
Oops, there goes my skirt dropin’ to my feet
Oh my
Ooh, some kinda touch careesing my face
Oh my

[Fabolous (rap)]
Uh, yeah, yeah, Desert storm, yeah
Fabolous, yeah, Tweet, yeah

Shorty I strickly wanna spank you

The most I gotta do is spell my name to get your Vickies to your ankles
I’m serious mami
You’re fuckin wit the kid
Aka William H period Bonnie
You know I’m the type
That be Crushin and merkin
Havin ladies touchin the herk
And blushin and smirkin
Early in the morning rushin for workin
Screaming Ooh My F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
Each night I’m freakin
Ma, you ain’t gonna talk me to death cause you got free nights and weekends
Ghetto Fab’s all over the place
Oops there goes my kids all over you face
Ooh My

[Missy]
(I looked over to the left)
Umm I was looking so good I couldn’t reject myself
(I looked over to the left)
Umm I was feeling so good I had to touch myself
(I looked over to the left)
Umm I was eyein my thighs butter pecan brown
(I looked over to the left)
Umm comin outta my shirt and then the skirt came down

[Chorus 2x:]
Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head
Oh my
Oops, there goes my skirt dropin’ to my feet
Oh my
Ooh, some kinda touch careesing my face
Oh my
Ooh I’m turning red
Who could this be?

Ooh My

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