MISSY ELLIOTT - Funky Fresh Dressed lyrics
rate me[intro: missy]<br>This is a misdemeanor exclusive<br>If your radio is experiencing any kind of difficulties<br>Turn the volume up<br>Yes, turn the volume up<br>Yes, turn the volume up<br>This is an exclusive (turn the volume up)<br><br>[verse 1: missy]<br>It's very necessary, on the contray<br>No you do not scare me, is you drinkin' bloody mary? <br>But shit, you betta hurry, before I have to bury<br>My attitude is bitchy, cuz my period is heavy<br>I used to drive a chevy, put twenties on that baby<br>My nigga was the shit, but then that stupid nigga left me<br>And now I'm lovin' larry, but larry go with terri<br>And terri is a freak, but it's his baby she will carry<br>The life he live's a fairy, cartoon like tom and jerry<br>My flow is legendary and your style is temporary<br>Yeah, you need to worry, like jason, it gets scary<br>The words that I spit don't fit in that category<br>Is my vision blurry? my speech is very slurry<br>Me without tim is like jamaicans with no curry<br>And yes, it's necessary, so hurry, nigga, hurry<br>Cuz when this album drops, you whack mc's will all get burried<br><br>[chorus]<br>Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party<br>Funky fresh dressed to impress (turn the volume up)<br>Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party<br>Funky fresh dressed to impress (turn the volume up)<br>Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party<br>Funky fresh dressed to impress (turn the volume up)<br>Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party<br>Funky fresh dressed to impress (turn the volume up)<br><br>[verse 2: missy]<br>Your style's very crummy, that's why you have no money<br>You always looking bummy, I don't care if you don't love me<br>Don't try to come before me, unless you are a dummy<br>Repeat, you'll lose your teeth and I would hate to call you gummy<br>Rainy or sunny, battle no way, honey<br>This not a game of hide-and-seek, go call ya mummy<br>It's about get so ugly, and i'ma keep y'all runnin'<br>Hiding from me, cuz you know you are weak<br>You ain't sayin' nothin', I keep it jumpin' jumpin'<br>In your kenwoods, I'm bumpin' sumthin' in ya trunk'n<br>You can say I'm buggin', cuz when I come out bustin'<br>That's why y'all be discussin' who I like and who I'm fuckin'<br><br>[repeat chorus]<br><br>[break: timbaland]<br>C'mon, c'mon<br>C'mon, c'mon<br>C'mon, c'mon<br>Fickidy, uh, uh, uh<br>C'mon, c'mon<br>C'mon, c'mon<br><br>[beat changes]<br><br>[verse 3: ms. jade]<br>I had a little homie named paul revere<br>Smokes blunt after blunt, guzzled 40's of beer<br>He would swear up and down every first of the year<br>He was gon' quit smokin', but he never did<br>Watch y'all huskey, it's about that time<br>Gettin' ready for the club 'round quarter til' nine<br>Couple bottles of hypnotic in the back of the ride<br>Might spit like a girl, but I hit like a guy<br>Me and missy ballin' up the avenue<br>Funky fresh dressed to impress, we mackin' dudes<br>Music biz only reason I ain't jackin fools<br>You know bullshit walk and stackin' rules<br>Shit keeps drawin', the streets keep callin'<br>Drink til' I'm nice and uh, uh-uh, on'n<br>I'm bad luck, y'all mad cuz y'all suck<br>Please do not try to fuck with young duck<br>Please do not try to fuck with young duck<br><br>[beat switches back to original]<br><br>[repeat chorus]
