Текст песни Missy Elliott f Method Man, Redman - Miss E ...So Addictive
Missy Elliott f Method Man, Redman - Miss E ...So Addictive слова песни
[Missy]Gimme that funk, mmm..Funk, mmm.. yo gimme thatFunk.. sho` nuff thatFunk..[Redman]Yo, yoBeware of the dogs, off the chainFuck your whips at the club we piss in the parkin lanesBlow it up ten frames so you see it wideIf your broad ain`t fuckin she don`t need to ride (beat it)She can crawl in the trunk with her knees insideby the spare, she hungry I`ll feed her friesCause I`ma, dog nigga, shot-call niggaMy shotgun talk with a lecture hall scriptureApplaud {*ahh*} bitch, shake that assI getcha, drunk and high and duct tape that ass fastThen leave you on your daddy front lawn (ding dong)with your hair all fucked up, with one pump onGet stomped on, I take the money and runI`m a dog, shit I fuck right in front of your sonIf you ain`t got Missy and Methwant me to spit the hot shit for you? Nigga, write your check[Missy]When you come home from work, I`m gon` make you do more workPour some wine in the cup, sip sippin on sizz-urpOhhh.. ohhh.. now we gon` make love to and in yaSLIDE, wanna take a rideWhen you with me oh so right, tell them boys not tonightSay you chillin witcho bitch and this is one y`don`t wanna missUhh uhh.. cause this love right here is on fire (fire)SLIDE, wanna take a ride[Chorus: repeat 2X]I love it boy when you play this songDead wrong, you know this record be turnin me onYou keep me growlin like a dog in heatHey wodie put it down make me sleep for weeks[Missy]You on the block layin low, from the cops layin lowWhen you done let me know cause my love make you be like WHOAOhhh.. ohhh.. cause I got yo` mind in the trenchesSLIDE, let`s take a rideBaby come give me some HEY WODIE ain`t no other onecan shine on my life and make me wanna stay the nightMmmm mmmm.. cause you put butterflies on my stomachSLIDE, baby won`t you slide[Chorus][Method Man]Yo yo I wanna gangsta BOOGIE with my GANGSTA BITCHLove it when the pussy talk back thanks to dickAll my dogs (woof) playin the wall, get at these broadsYou ain`t got no-ass-at`all, we ain`t fuckin wit y`allI`m not your smooth lovin, see me at Casbah thugginHands where your Stove Top be stuffinNever catch Tical hand-cuffin, I`m in your party puffinSmellin like that Wu-Tang productionCousin tried to tell me pussy come a dime a dozenAnd when it come around I`ll beat it down like percussionMissy come and get me, I`m bout to call DocWe can all meet up at Peanut`s, I heard it was the spotSomebody roll the weed up, push the car lighter, kick your feet upSaturday Night, who got the Fever?Brought the flavor, of indonesiaPuff puff give type proceduresand this joint bumpin out your speakers[Chorus][Missy]I`m gonna take you high to the topand let your body not reject me babeI`m gonna make you really love meI`m gonna make you scream don`t stopBut you must first respect his ladyYou must respect this lady