Missy Elliott - Funky Fresh Dressed Lyrics
[intro: missy]This is a misdemeanor exclusiveIf your radio is experiencing any kind of difficultiesTurn the volume upYes, turn the volume upYes, turn the volume upThis is an exclusive (turn the volume up)[verse 1: missy]Its very necessary, on the contrayNo you do not scare me, is you drinkin bloody mary?But shit, you betta hurry, before I have to buryMy attitude is *****y, cuz my period is heavyI used to drive a chevy, put twenties on that babyMy nigga was the shit, but then that stupid nigga left meAnd now Im lovin larry, but larry go with terriAnd terri is a freak, but its his baby she will carryThe life he lives a fairy, cartoon like tom and jerryMy flow is legendary and your style is temporaryYeah, you need to worry, like jason, it gets scaryThe words that I spit dont fit in that categoryIs my vision blurry? my speech is very slurryMe without tim is like jamaicans with no curryAnd yes, its necessary, so hurry, nigga, hurryCuz when this album drops, you whack mcs will all get burried[chorus]Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to partyFunky fresh dressed to impress (turn the volume up)Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to partyFunky fresh dressed to impress (turn the volume up)Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to partyFunky fresh dressed to impress (turn the volume up)Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to partyFunky fresh dressed to impress (turn the volume up)[verse 2: missy]Your styles very crummy, thats why you have no moneyYou always looking bummy, I dont care if you dont love meDont try to come before me, unless you are a dummyRepeat, youll lose your teeth and I would hate to call you gummyRainy or sunny, battle no way, honeyThis not a game of hide-and-seek, go call ya mummyIts about get so ugly, and ima keep yall runninHiding from me, cuz you know you are weakYou aint sayin nothin, I keep it jumpin jumpinIn your kenwoods, Im bumpin sumthin in ya trunknYou can say Im buggin, cuz when I come out bustinThats why yall be discussin who I like and who Im *****in[repeat chorus][break: timbaland]Cmon, cmonCmon, cmonCmon, cmonFickidy, uh, uh, uhCmon, cmonCmon, cmon[beat changes][verse 3: ms. jade]I had a little homie named paul revereSmokes blunt after blunt, guzzled 40s of beerHe would swear up and down every first of the yearHe was gon quit smokin, but he never didWatch yall huskey, its about that timeGettin ready for the club round quarter til nineCouple bottles of hypnotic in the back of the rideMight spit like a girl, but I hit like a guyMe and missy ballin up the avenueFunky fresh dressed to impress, we mackin dudesMusic biz only reason I aint jackin foolsYou know bullshit walk and stackin rulesShit keeps drawin, the streets keep callinDrink til Im nice and uh, uh-uh, onnIm bad luck, yall mad cuz yall suckPlease do not try to ***** with young duckPlease do not try to ***** with young duck[beat switches back to original][repeat chorus]
