Текст песни Missy Elliott f Ms. Jade - Under Construction *
Missy Elliott f Ms. Jade - Under Construction * слова песни
* second single, send corrections to the typist[Intro: Missy]This is a Misdemeanor exclusiveIf your radio is experiencing any kind of difficultiesTurn the volume upYes, turn the volume upYes, turn the volume upThis is an exclusive (Turn the volume up)[Verse 1: Missy]It`s very necessary, on the contrayNo you do not scare me, is you drinkin` Bloody Mary?But shit, you betta hurry, before I have to buryMy attitude is bitchy, cuz my period is heavyI used to drive a Chevy, put twenties on that babyMy nigga was the shit, but then that stupid nigga left meAnd now I`m lovin` Larry, but Larry go with TerriAnd Terri is a freak, but it`s his baby she will carryThe life he live`s a fairy, cartoon like "Tom and Jerry"My flow is legendary and your style is temporaryYeah, you need to worry, like Jason, it gets scaryThe words that I spit don`t fit in that categoryIs my vision blurry? My speech is very slurryMe without Tim is like Jamaicans with no curryAnd yes, it`s necessary, so hurry, nigga, hurryCuz when this album drops, you whack MC`s will all get burried[Chorus]Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to partyFunky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to partyFunky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to partyFunky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to partyFunky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)[Verse 2: Missy]Your style`s very crummy, that`s why you have no moneyYou always looking bummy, I don`t care if you don`t love meDon`t try to come before me, unless you are a dummyRepeat, you`ll lose your teeth and I would hate to call you gummyRainy or sunny, battle no way, honeyThis not a game of Hide-and-Seek, go call ya mummyIt`s about get so ugly, and I`ma keep y`all runnin`Hiding from me, cuz you know you are weakYou ain`t sayin` nothin`, I keep it jumpin` jumpin`In your Kenwoods, I`m bumpin` sumthin` in ya trunk`nYou can say I`m buggin`, cuz when I come out bustin`That`s why y`all be discussin` who I like and who I`m fuckin`Repeat Chorus[Break: Timbaland]C`mon, c`monC`mon, c`monC`mon, c`monFickidy, uh, uh, uhC`mon, c`monC`mon, c`mon(*Beat changes)[Verse 3: Ms. Jade]I had a little homie named Paul RevereSmokes blunt after blunt, guzzled 40`s of beerHe would swear up and down every first of the yearHe was gon` quit smokin`, but he never didWatch y`all huskey, it`s about that timeGettin` ready for the club `round quarter til` nineCouple bottles of hypnotic in the back of the rideMight spit like a girl, but I hit like a guyMe and Missy ballin` up the avenueFunky fresh dressed to impress, we mackin` dudesMusic biz only reason I ain`t jackin foolsYou know bullshit walk and stackin` rulesShit keeps drawin`, the streets keep callin`Drink til` I`m nice and uh, uh-uh, on`nI`m bad luck, y`all mad cuz y`all suckPlease do not try to fuck with young duckPlease do not try to fuck with young duck(*Beat switches back to original)Repeat Chorus