Missy Elliott - Dog In Heat Lyrics
[missy]Gimme that funk, mmm..Funk, mmm.. yo gimme thatFunk.. sho nuff thatFunk..[redman]Yo, yoBeware of the dogs, off the chain***** your whips at the club we piss in the parkin lanesBlow it up ten frames so you see it wideIf your broad aint *****in she dont need to ride (beat it)She can crawl in the trunk with her knees insideBy the spare, she hungry Ill feed her friesCause ima, dog nigga, shot-call niggaMy shotgun talk with a lecture hall scriptureApplaud {*ahh*} *****, shake that assI getcha, drunk and high and duct tape that ass fastThen leave you on your daddy front lawn (ding dong)With your hair all *****ed up, with one pump onGet stomped on, I take the money and runIm a dog, shit I ***** right in front of your sonIf you aint got missy and methWant me to spit the hot shit for you? nigga, write your check[missy]When you come home from work, Im gon make you do more workPour some wine in the cup, sip sippin on sizz-urpOhhh.. ohhh.. now we gon make love to and in yaSlide, wanna take a rideWhen you with me oh so right, tell them boys not tonightSay you chillin witcho ***** and this is one ydont wanna missUhh uhh.. cause this love right here is on fire (fire)Slide, wanna take a ride[chorus: repeat 2x]I love it boy when you play this songDead wrong, you know this record be turnin me onYou keep me growlin like a dog in heatHey wodie put it down make me sleep for weeks[missy]You on the block layin low, from the cops layin lowWhen you done let me know cause my love make you be like whoaOhhh.. ohhh.. cause I got yo mind in the trenchesSlide, lets take a rideBaby come give me some hey wodie aint no other oneCan shine on my life and make me wanna stay the nightMmmm mmmm.. cause you put butterflies on my stomachSlide, baby wont you slide[chorus][method man]Yo yo I wanna gangsta boogie with my gangsta *****Love it when the ***** talk back thanks to dickAll my dogs (woof) playin the wall, get at these broadsYou aint got no-ass-atall, we aint *****in wit yallIm not your smooth lovin, see me at casbah thugginHands where your stove top be stuffinNever catch tical hand-cuffin, Im in your party puffinSmellin like that wu-tang productionCousin tried to tell me ***** come a dime a dozenAnd when it come around Ill beat it down like percussionMissy come and get me, Im bout to call docWe can all meet up at peanuts, I heard it was the spotSomebody roll the weed up, push the car lighter, kick your feet upSaturday night, who got the fever?Brought the flavor, of indonesiaPuff puff give type proceduresAnd this joint bumpin out your speakers[chorus][missy]Im gonna take you high to the topAnd let your body not reject me babeIm gonna make you really love meIm gonna make you scream dont stopBut you must first respect his ladyYou must respect this lady
