Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, Thomas Allen, David Jolicoeur, Leroy Jordan, Vincent Mason, Tim Mosley, Howard Scott, Charles Miller, Lee Levitin, Lee Oskar, Missy Elliott, Gerald Goldstein, Harold Brown, Paul Huston, Morris Dickerson
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Missy ElliottPass That Dutch Lyrics:
(feat. Young Buck (G-Unit))
[Missy] Run for cover, cover, cover
[Young Buck] Remix, Missy, pass to me In the
club without the dutches, it ain't known to me,
yeah Fish food wrapped up in a peach Greenery
gon' slur your speech like urrr
[Missy] (Young Buck) Pass that dutch, pass that
dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch (yeah,
it's the remix) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch
(it's ya boy) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch
(Young Buck in the mix, let's go)
[Missy] (Young Buck) Misdemeanor on the floor,
pretty boy here I come Pumps in the bunk, make
you wanna hurt something I can take your man, I
don't have to sex 'em Hang 'em out the window,
call me Michael Jackson, hehehe I'm a pain in
your rectum, I am that bitch y'all slept on Heavy
hitter, rhyme spitter, call me re-run Hey, hey,
hey, I'm what's happening (yeah) Now to get my
drink, that's right Shake your ass till it stink,
that's right Mr. Mo's on the beat, that's right
Put it down for the streets, that's right
[Missy] (Young Buck) Whooo Pass that dutch,
pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch
(yeah, it's the remix) Pass that dutch, come on
pass the dutch baby (it's the remix) Shake,
shake, shake your stuff baby Whooo Pass that
dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that
dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat Don't
stop, get it till your clothes get wet (get it on
and get crazy)
[Missy] (Young Buck) Number one, drums go bump,
bump, bump This beat here will make you hump,
bump, jump If you's a fat one put your clothes
back on Before you start putting pot holes in my
lawn (ah) Oh my God, show 'em I'm large Shove my
beat up, attack like my name was Saddam I am the
bomb from New York to Milan And I can write a
song sicker than Jeffrey Dahm' *car alarm* Don't
touch my car alarm Break in my car, you will hear
viper armed I've been a superstar since Daddy
Kane was raw I'm live on stage, come on and give
me some applause *applause* Thank you, oh thank
you, you all are so wonderful
[Missy] (Young Buck) Whooo Pass that dutch,
pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch
Pass that dutch, come on pass the dutch baby
Shake, shake, shake your stuff baby Whooo Pass
that dutch, pass that dutch (yeah, what up Miss)
Pass that dutch, pass that dutch (it's the Young
Buck) Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (ok I'm
ready) Don't stop, get it till your clothes get
wet
[Young Buck] (Missy) It go (woohoo) run for
cover Delivery's so good just mack your mother
like Brothers barbeque And I will never really
ever understand what you did started do I got a
bottle of hypno you know I'm scorin' Throwback
North Carolina, Jordan, yeah Young Buck's a
heavyweight Because I handle my weight and I be
carryin' weight now wait Ok, the jump off jumped
off Play bullshit on the dancefloor, they run off
No dough, I got nothing to come off Ok Miss, go
and get your run off
[Missy] Pop that, pop that, make that money
Just keep it going like the Energizer bunny Shake
that, shake that, move it all around Spank that,
yank that dutch back now Freak him, freak her,
whatever your choice Didn't come to judge, I cam
to get you moist Scream, whoo whoo, now my voice
is lost Can I get a ride on a white horse *horse*
[Missy] (Young Buck) Whooo Pass that dutch,
pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch
Pass that dutch, come on pass the dutch baby
Shake, shake, shake your stuff baby Whooo Pass
that dutch, pass that dutch (it's the remix) Pass
that dutch, pass that dutch Pop that, pop that,
jiggle that fat Don't stop, get it till your
clothes get wet
[Young Buck] Young Buck playin' twister, not the
game But the same colors ain't what I'm twistin'
man I got a lot to go around You gettin' it over
and over and over till the sundown Heavy
breathing, cops chase me in a rundown Flow heat,
so they holler put the gun down I'm like no, all
I got is some goo-good They like yeah we know
you, you from the hoo-hood I'm like sheesh, I be
rappin' They like, yeah we know a nigga from the
alliance, take action I know you hate me though
I'm with the only female in the game makin' Oprah
dope Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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