Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Missy Elliott, Karriem Mack, Lashaun Owens
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Missy ElliottHurt Sumthin Lyrics:
Yeah, this for all my mixshow DJ's, underground
DJ's and wannabe DJ's Who know how to get the
party started, then spin it
This is an introduction, of what's about to come
One nation under a groove Heartbeat, tight work,
aw So for all you party people, this is not rock
and roll This is only for the clubs, heartbeat,
tight work, aw
Mister bartender, I need me a drink to really
talk kink so can you pour 'em Smoke me something
that make my eyes chink and wink out ya man see
how I score 'em Check out my pants, the sexy way
I dance, then switch my style again cos the
method's borin' Make me a bill, a million dollar
bill, I'm on top with you like Alicia fallin' See
I came in this game and I kicked the door in
Slept on me and you still get snorin' Don't you
see I'm on fire, you still ignorin' That's why
I'm rich and you still be poorin' This beat make
you say how mercy Lordy My voice sound like I've
been drinkin' forty A freak when I speak, I'm
talkin' naughty Comin' soon in your hood, I will
be tourin'
Ah, get back, aw, we about to, we about to hurt
somethin' Then you hear about how we keep the
club jumpin' We gon' tear the roof off this
mother sucker (jump, jump, jump, jump, jump) Take
that, aw, we about to, we about to hurt somethin'
Then you hear about how we keep the club jumpin'
We gon' tear the roof off this mother sucker
Why you want me to come out and play Over there
pussycat (touch? Exclusive ? for mixshow DJ's I
would give you one dollar if you play today I
want to do the voulez vous coucher Do you like to
eat a lot of sushi Look at me dance like I am
chick fully Ay sucker what you say (ey, ey, ey,
ey) See I know how to rock the party Put your
hands on that ass and spank somebody Got my hands
up like somebody rob me Boy, if you got bait, let
me see your money Small dick, get no chicks, I'm
truly sorry But you get the fake digits, no need
to call me Say what, shake your body
Sh-sh-sh-sh-shake your body
Ah, get back, aw, we about to, we about to hurt
somethin' Then you hear about how we keep the
club jumpin' We gon' tear the roof off this
mother sucker (jump, jump, jump, jump, jump) Take
that, aw, we about to, we about to hurt somethin'
Then you hear about how we keep the club jumpin'
We gon' tear the roof off this mother sucker
(yo, mami what's your name) Player please get a
job (I'm paid) Yeah, you must steal and rob You
talks trash, but you ain't even got a car (How
you know) Cos I seen your ass walk You call me ?
player, like you think it's my fault The type of
minute man, faking like you last long Please kill
it man, lying to the superstar It's so hot, go
head, take your clothes off
Ah, get back, aw, we about to, we about to hurt
somethin' Then you hear about how we keep the
club jumpin' We gon' tear the roof off this
mother sucker (jump, jump, jump, jump, jump) Take
that, aw, we about to, we about to hurt somethin'
Then you hear about how we keep the club jumpin'
We gon' tear the roof off this mother sucker
So, so, fresh, fresh, so, so, fresh, fresh
(touch?) So, so, fresh, fresh, so, so, fresh,
fresh (touch?) So, so, fresh, so, so, fresh
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