Uh, aiyyo Timbaland
See what they don't understand is
We about to flip
Our whole style on 'em for
Two-double-zero-one
(Hey)
And for those of you who hated
(Hey)
You only made us more creative
Aow
(Misdemeanor uh)
You don't wanna speak my name
Mess around get that as* blown away
Brrrrah
Fool go on away
I ain't never like your tail anyway
Missy got somethin' to say
I ride down the block in an Escalade
Bling bling all in your face
I think you might need
To put on your shades
Rah
I know you feel me doe
You hatin' on me,
But you hear me doe
Twenty inch rims
Sittin' crazy low
Aah
I'ma crazy ho
I'ma keep the party live
Me and Timbaland
Gonna flip it tonight
Keep your hands in the sky
Wave 'em round
Like your crazy high
CHORUS:
Huh
Time to lick shots
Time to see you dance
Hey you, why you frontin'
Blaow
Time to lick shots
Time to see you dance
Hey you, why you frontin'
Blaow
You don't know who I be
You mammy tell you not
To f*** wit me
If I give you head,
You'll never leave
Rah
Stop sweatin' me
Flip it on the blackhand side
Looka here boy
Don't you even try it
Make me dislocate your spine
My rings fix your shine like turpentine
What you comin' 'round here now fo'?
Baby hell no, you just want my dough
Get cha black as* on the flo'
Fool touch me, that's a no no
Rah
Mr. DJ won't you play that song?
Tell the freaks shake
They nasty thongs
Hey boys won't you sing along
Cause we gon' rock the party
Till the early morn
Repeat chorus
Y'all don't hear me
(Hot)
You got your guns but
You don't scare me
(Ooh)
Originality is leary
(Ugh)
My only style and I ain't sharin'
(Back up, back up, easy now)
Hey y'all
(Hot)
Let's turn it up and
Tear the club down
(Ugh)
Grab your drinks and
Give me two rounds
(Zoo)
I'll break you off
I'm goin' down, down
Watch yourself,
I'm about to turn it up
Repeat chorus twice
Writer(s): Missy Elliott, Timothy Mosley
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