Featuring: 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)
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[ 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
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[ 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
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