Missy Elliott Lyrics
"Funky
Fresh Dressed"
(feat. Ms. Jade)
[Intro: Missy]
This
is a Misdemeanor exclusive
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Yes, turn the volume up
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This is
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[Verse 1: Missy]
It's
very necessary, over the contrary
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
Niggas
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]
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