[Intro Timbaland (Ms. Jaded)]
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Ladies and gentlemen
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Ladies and gentlemen
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(Ms. Jade) Lay lay lay ladies and gentlemen
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(Ms. Jade) Ladies and gentlemen
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(Ms. Jade) Ladies and gentlemen
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(Ms. Jade) Lay ladies and gentlemen
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(Ms. Jade) Skrip skirt skrip lay lay
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(Ms. Jade) La la la lay
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Earr err err
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[Verse 1 Ms. Jade]
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Ms. Jade's the name comin' to ruin the game
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Bringin' the thunder and rain, bus or a train or a plane
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Me and my girls shrivel all over the world
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Makin' you stumble and hurl, braids, ponytails and the curls
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I got them folk pumpin' and movin' around
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Jumpin' and gettin' it down, sweatin' and workin' it now
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No question, gonna throw on them clothes tonight
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So set them bows tonight, engines gon' hum on the bikes
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No matter if he black, peurto rican or white
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Stiletto heels tonight, free chicken wings and some rice
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I got your dude lickin' my toes and stuff
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What wha wha wha what, light the chronic up!
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I know y'all gonna love when I do it
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I do it professional like Duro and Clue
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Doin' it all for the loot
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Y'all better get ya'll asses up out the seats
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Sweat runnin' down your cheeks, virgins turn into freaks
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[Chorus Timbaland (Ms.Jade)]
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Fricka fa frick feel the girl
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(Ms. Jaaaaaaade)
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Fricka fa frick fa frick feel the girl
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(Ms. Jaaaaaaade)
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Frickida frick fa frick feel the girl she'll
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(Ms. Jaaaaaaade)
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Light the chronic up!
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[2x]
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[Verse 2 Ms. Jade]
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Ya bet was lost, time to set it off
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Shoppin' at the mall, don't care what it cost
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Concerned about who be in my sheets
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You got beef with me? Then don't speak to me
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Like how my flow different kinda pace
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Garbage and the waste, please get out my face
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You wanna taste? Miss me like I'm Mase
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You wanna taste? Lick me William H.
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I'm leavin y'all toothless like Gerome
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Rollin' on the chromes, two ways and the phones
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This Philly chick ain't wit this silly shit
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Blunts and dutches licked, scrapin' up for rent
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Rat smugg-el-in', like the government
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Keep 'em bub-bel-in', take it on the chin
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So now they all duckin' from the slugs
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kisses and the hugs, just cut up the rug!
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[Chorus (x2)]
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[Verse 3 Ms. Jade]
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I ain't gon' stop, 'til I'm satisfied
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Chain hangin' like Nas, see right through the lies
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Y'all never knew a dame could be so tight
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killin' and feelin' it right, gettin' it on tonight
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We keep it real, type of chicks we are
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Gettin nice at the bar, bang it loud in your car
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I'm from the town, niggas gon' hold me down
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Lost but now I'm found, watch me snatch the crown
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I clear my throat, ladies spit what I wrote
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Takin' off my coat, stuntin' tryin to poke
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We in the back, countin' and peelin' the stacks
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Combin' and brushin' the tracks, y'all can't hold me back
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I'm comin out switchin' and changin' your route
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Takin' it to the house, bills and large amounts
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I got the club bouncin' and shakin' they frames
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Glass fillin', puff and then pass, if your feelin' in Philly then dance
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[Chorus (x4)]
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[Outro Timbaland]
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Frid fra frick fra feel the girl
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Frid fra freaky freaky feel the girl
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Freh freh freh feel feel feel the girl
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Shh doha doha digga doha doha fra fricky fricky feel the girl
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Fra fridicka feel the girl
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Fra freh freh freh freh freh feel feel feel feel
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Fra fra freaky feel
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Feel The Girl
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Ms. Jade |