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Missy Elliott » Funky Fresh Dressed
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	(Intro:Missy) This is a Misdemeanor exclusive If your is experiencing any kind of difficulties Turn the volume up Yes, turn the volume up Yes, turn the volume up This is an exclusive (Turn the volume up) (Verse 1: Missy) It's very necessary, on the contrary No you do not scare me, as you drink your Bloody Mary Police, you better hurry, before i have to bury My attitude is bitchy, cuz my period is heavy I used to drive a Chevy, put 20s on that baby My nigga was the shit, but then that stupid nigga left me so now I'm lovin' Larry, but Larry go with Terry & Terry is a freak, but it's his baby she will carry The life he lives is fairy, cartoon like "Tom & Jerry" My flow is legendary & your style is temporary Yeah, you need to worry, like Jason, it gets scary The words that i spit don't fit in that catergory Yes my vision blury My speech is very slurry Me w/o Tim is like Jamaicans with no curry & yes, it's necessary, so hurry, nigga, hurry Cuz when this albulm drops, you whack MCs will get all buried (Chorus x3:) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) (Verse 2: Missy) Your style's very crummy, that's why you have no money You always lookin' bummy, i dont care if you dont love me dont try to come before me, unless you are a dummy Repeat, youll loose your teeth & i would hate to call you gummy Rainy or sunny, battle no way, honey This not a game of Hide-and-Seek, go call ya mummy Its about to get so ugly, & ima keep ya'll runnin' Hidin from me, cuz you know you are weak you aint sayin nothin, i keep it jumpin jumpin In your Kenwoods, I'm bumpin somethin in ya trunkin You can say I'm buggin, cuz when I come out bustin Thats why ya'll be discussin who i like & who i'm fuckin (Repeat Chorus) (Break: Timbaland) C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon Ficky, uh, uh, uh C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon (beat changes) (Verse 3: Ms. Jade) Had a little homie named Paul Revere Smoked blunt after blunt, guzzled 40s of beer He would swear up & down every 1st of the year He was gonna quit smokin, but he never did Watch ya'll huskey, it's about that time Gettin ready for the club 'round quarter til nine Couple bottles of hypnotic in the back of the ride Might spit like a girl, but i hit like a guy Me & Missy ballin up the avenue Funky fresh dressed to impress, we mackin dudes Music biz only reason i aint jackin fools You know bullshit walk & stackin rules Niggas keeps drawin, the streets keep callin Drink til i'm nice & uh, uh-uh, on'n I'm bad luck, ya'll mad cuz ya'll suck Please do not try to fuck with this young buck Please do not try to fuck with this young buck (beat switches back to original) (repeat chorus)
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