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Missy Elliot - Funky fresh dressed
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(feat. Ms. Jade) 

[Intro: Missy] 
This is a Misdemeanor exclusive 
If your radio 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 contray 
No you do not scare me, is you drinkin' Bloody Mary? 
But shit, you betta hurry, before I have to bury 
My attitude is bitchy, cuz my period is heavy 
I used to drive a Chevy, put twenties on that baby 
My nigga was the shit, but then that stupid nigga left me 
And now I'm lovin' Larry, but Larry go with Terri 
And Terri is a freak, but it's his baby she will carry 
The life he live's a fairy, cartoon like Tom and Jerry 
My flow is legendary and your style is temporary 
Yeah, you need to worry, like Jason, it gets scary 
The words that I spit don't fit in that category 
Is my vision blurry? My speech is very slurry 
Me without Tim is like Jamaicans with no curry 
And yes, it's necessary, so hurry, nigga, hurry 
Cuz when this album drops, you whack MC's will all get burried 

[Chorus] 
Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party 
Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) 
Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party 
Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) 
Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party 
Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) 
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 looking bummy, I don't care if you don't love me 
Don't try to come before me, unless you are a dummy 
Repeat, you'll lose your teeth and 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 
It's about get so ugly, and I'ma keep y'all runnin' 
Hiding from me, cuz you know you are weak 
You ain't sayin' nothin', I keep it jumpin' jumpin' 
In your Kenwoods, I'm bumpin' sumthin' in ya trunk'n 
You 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'mon 
C'mon, c'mon 
C'mon, c'mon 
Fickidy, uh, uh, uh 
C'mon, c'mon 
C'mon, c'mon 

[Beat changes] 

[Verse 3: Ms. Jade] 
I had a little homie named Paul Revere 
Smokes blunt after blunt, guzzled 40's of beer 
He would swear up and down every first of the year 
He was gon' quit smokin', but he never did 
Watch y'all 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 and Missy ballin' up the avenue 
Funky fresh dressed to impress, we mackin' dudes 
Music biz only reason I ain't jackin fools 
You know bullshit walk and stackin' rules 
Shit keeps drawin', the streets keep callin' 
Drink til' I'm nice and uh, uh-uh, on'n 
I'm bad luck, y'all mad cuz y'all suck 
Please do not try to fuck with young duck 
Please do not try to fuck with young duck 

[Beat switches back to original] 

[Repeat Chorus]