*featuring Missy Elliott
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[Intro: Angie Martinez]
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[laughing]
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Whoo! Cool-a-Dre baby
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Oh! [laughing]
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It's club but it's still sexy
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Hey! life is good
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Yea, uh, uh, uh, yo
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What is that?
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[Verse: Angie Martinez]
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What's that sound?
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If you outside the club, and your joint c'mon
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You just pop the truck
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Pull the car up and the line is packed, and you far
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You tired a' waiting, you better be catch a charge like
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"Move bitch, get out the way", flash the bouncer to get out a payin'
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And that sound make you wanna get on stage
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Oh, you gotta' "move dem thangs"
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Beat change, it's a Cool-a-Dre thing
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That'll move your thang thang, remove your ring change the sound
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Get your jewels all sweated up, the booze is deaded up
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Anything goes bring it back, if you just catchin' up
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The sound coming outta' the club - that's wassup!
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And they let you up, finally, dancing it up
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Movin' aroung, DJ Keith - I need that sound (da-mn)
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[Chorus: Angie and Missy]
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That new shit, that hot shit
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Make you move shit - what's that sound?
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That move crowds, that new sound
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Make you can kick down - who's that chick?
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That's Angie, them bambi's
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Screamin' Angie - what's that sound?
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[Missy:] And this Missy gettin' tipsy off the wiskey
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[Verse: Missy Elliot]
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2002 be sceered, cause I'm runnin' this shit this year
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Haters 'n haters you better be clear
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Or you'll be kissin' my pussy on the rear
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What I'm talking 'bout, with my filthy mouth, from the Dirty South
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Is a drug-drop, c'mon check me out
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Ain't nobody does it easy-seezy
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And ain't nobody got the dick to sling me (owwww!)
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God damn, what's that sound?
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Didn't I tell you I'm about to shake it down
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I'm no punk, but a killa like Cam
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Get on the flo', yes yes mam
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When I show up the club get cram
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Insecure bitch watch yo man!
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Me and Ang like butter on toast
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I don't mean to boast, but we do
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[Angie:] I need that - yea
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[Chorus:]
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[Verse: Angie Martinez]
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Hello-oh? oh that's my ears ringing
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I'm sitting here thinking that sound is still bangin'
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As we leavin' the spot I'm still drinking
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Gotta' leave cause the cops are still waiting
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So we circle the block, as we workin' to blot
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Then purposely watch - we so blingin'
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And the truck is bright, light up the night
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Blinking, as we stuck in the chair feel like we sinking
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That sound still drowned the air waves
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The echo in my head feel like a bear cave
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So I sit back to the sound of this track
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Playin' on my way home - I can't forget that
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That beat when you hear from the street
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Make you wanna get on the floor and don't even speak
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Cause it don't even matter who be around
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Get.. and that's DJ Keith - playin' that sound (I need that)
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[Chorus:(2x)]
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What's That Sound
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| Angie Martinez |
