Текст песни Missy Elliott - 4 my people
Missy Elliott - 4 my people слова песни
Uhh, yoThis is for my motherfucking club heads, you feel me?AAAAOOW!!People, gangstas, and pimps and peopleSmokin that deeper reeferUp in the club wit speakersI had some base and tweetersDJ is jockin needleSweat till I catch a feverCall me the illest divaYo I`m on FIRE!!!!!People go head and drink upGet in the club get fucked upSee me you got get lucked upSomeone to touch your rubberShow me some love, strip off your clothes, and take off your socksThe party`s jumpin, I see something fineBoy I wanna kiss you, but I`m just too shyLet me dance with you, let me wear you outHere`s a glass of orange juice, let`s go X it outThe music`s bangin, way down in my soulWhen you dance behind me, I lose all controlMake me grind my hips, make me move my waistWhen the music comes on, you take my breath awayThis is for my people, my party peopleThis is for my people, my motherfucking peopleC`mon, c`mon, get down, get, get on downC`mon, c`mon, get down, get, get on downThis is for my people, my party peopleThis is for my people, my ecstasy peopleC`mon, c`mon, get down, get on downC`mon, c`mon, get down, get, get on downI`m at the bar now, and I`m buying drinksAnd I got this feeling, and it`s all over meI wanna dance with you, and lick your faceTake me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasyThe vibe is right now, and I`m bout to scoreMr. DJ can you, play this joint once moreCuz I see the man I want, I want him right awayI`m look him right in his face and say dance with meThis is for my people, my party peopleThis is for my people, my motherfucking peopleC`mon, c`mon, get down, get, get on downC`mon, c`mon, get down, get, get on downThis is for my people, my party peopleThis is for my people, my ecstasy peopleC`mon, c`mon, get down, get on downC`mon, c`mon, get down, get, get on downFreak that, come here baby, grab me from the backBaby you the mack, and you know thatPut the needle on the track skip that, flip that, bring the beat backFreak that, come here baby, grab me from the backBaby you the mack, and you know thatPut the needle on the track, skip that, flip that, bring the beat backUno... dos... tres...Uno... dos... tres...Uno... dos... tres...Uno... dos... tres...Can`t stand when a nigga fuckin up my plansAll night liquored up while I`m tryin to danceDrunk, and his breath stink, freaky with his handsCocky with his mouth please like he got a fanCan`t stand when a bitch all in my sideI don`t even know her and she all up in my lightGivin me the side eye like she wanna fightPhilly known for boxing bitch better get it rightCan`t stand when a DJ fuckin up the songKnow I`m tryin to shake my ass all night longCuttin up the same shit all night longHigh `fore I got there, now my shit is blownCan`t stand when it aint jumpin like I wantCats that try to stop my fun, take away my bluntI don`t give a fuck he aint gon` take away my funSee him when this shit is over, make a nigga run, uhThis is for my people, my party peopleThis is for my people, my motherfucking peopleC`mon, c`mon, get down, get, get on downC`mon, c`mon, get down, get, get on downThis is for my people, my party peopleThis is for my people, my ecstasy peopleC`mon, c`mon, get down, get on downC`mon, c`mon, get down, get, get on down