*featuring Ms. Jade
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[Intro: Missy]
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This is a Misdemeanor exclusive
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If your radio is experiencing any kind of difficulties
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Turn the volume up
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Yes, turn the volume up
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Yes, turn the volume up
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This is an exclusive (Turn the volume up)
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[Verse 1: Missy]
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It's very necessary, on the contray
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No you do not scare me, is you drinkin' Bloody Mary?
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But shit, you betta hurry, before I have to bury
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My attitude is bitchy, cuz my period is heavy
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I used to drive a Chevy, put twenties on that baby
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My nigga was the shit, but then that stupid nigga left me
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And now I'm lovin' Larry, but Larry go with Terri
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And Terri is a freak, but it's his baby she will carry
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The life he live's a fairy, cartoon like "Tom and Jerry"
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My flow is legendary and your style is temporary
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Yeah, you need to worry, like Jason, it gets scary
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The words that I spit don't fit in that category
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Is my vision blurry? My speech is very slurry
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Me without Tim is like Jamaicans with no curry
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And yes, it's necessary, so hurry, nigga, hurry
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Cuz when this album drops, you whack MC's will all get burried
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[Chorus]
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Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
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Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)
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Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
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Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)
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Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
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Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)
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Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
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Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)
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[Verse 2: Missy]
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Your style's very crummy, that's why you have no money
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You always looking bummy, I don't care if you don't love me
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Don't try to come before me, unless you are a dummy
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Repeat, you'll lose your teeth and I would hate to call you gummy
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Rainy or sunny, battle no way, honey
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this is not a game of Hide-and-Seek, go call ya mummy
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It's about get so ugly, and I'ma keep y'all runnin'
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Hiding from me, cuz you know you are weak
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You ain't sayin' nothin', I keep it jumpin' jumpin'
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In your Kenwoods, I'm bumpin' sumthin' in ya trunk'n
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You can say I'm buggin', cuz when I come out bustin'
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That's why y'all be discussin' who I like and who I'm fuckin'
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[Repeat Chorus]
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[Break: Timbaland]
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C'mon, c'mon
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C'mon, c'mon
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C'mon, c'mon
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Fickidy, uh, uh, uh
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C'mon, c'mon
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C'mon, c'mon
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[Beat changes]
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[Verse 3: Ms. Jade]
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I had a little homie named Paul Revere
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Smokes blunt after blunt, guzzled 40's of beer
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He used to swear up and down every first of the year
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He was gon' quit smokin', but he never did
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Watch y'all huskey, it's about that time
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Gettin' ready for the club 'round quarter til' nine
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Couple bottles of hypnotic in the back of the ride
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Might spit like a girl, but I hit like a guy
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Me and Missy ballin' up the avenue
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Funky fresh dressed to impress, we mackin' dudes
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Music biz only reason I ain't jackin fools
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You know bullshit walk and stackin' rules
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Shit keeps drawin', the streets keep callin'
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Drink til' I'm nice and uh, uh-uh, on'n
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I'm bad luck, y'all mad cuz y'all suck
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Please do not try to fuck with young buck
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Please do not try to fuck with young buck
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[Beat switches back to original]
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[Repeat Chorus]
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Funky Fresh Dressed
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Missy Elliott |