Missy Elliott - Pump It Up Lyrics
[Missy Elliott] {Nelly}Hey yo, Nelly! This is fire{What you talkin' about, girl?}Let's make it hot for the clubs{Missy!} Wooooo!(*"This is fire!" cut and scratched*)[Verse 1 - Missy Elliott]Down South girls got them real BIG BUTTSReal big butts make ya man wanna look (OH!)Back it up, flip it up, skinny girls - eugh!Love my guts, so ***** a tummy tuck(Oh yeaaah?) Yeah! I shakes my buttI shakes my gut like "yeah, ***** what?"Yeah I likes it rough, toughAsk your man how I'm good in handcuffsMe and Nelly came to rock the clubPack the place, don't push or shoveOut of the club, straight to the cribI'll let you know if the sex was good[Hook - Missy Elliott] + {Timbaland}Pump it up! {Show me love, G}Pump it up! {Let me see what you working wit'}Pump it up! {Let me see those big-ass hips}Pump it up! {Pump it up}This is how me and Nelly pump it upPump it up! {Show me love, G}Pump it up! {Let me see what you workin wit'}Pump it up! {Let me see those big-ass hips}Pump it up! {Pump it up}C'mon[Verse 2 - Missy Elliott]DOWN SOUTH PLAYERS! WE GOT THAT FIRE MADE!Get up on my booty, tutti-fruiti on the rootyI'm a thick chick, skinny girls act snootyNo matter what your size, my big thighs'll do my dutyLook at the way my rump shake like a movie (SAY WHAAAT?)See my tight jeans and the coochieSpend a little looty, you gotta WORK for the booty (Yup)Me and Nelly HOT ON THE TRACK (Track!)Nelly, can't no-one EVER TOP THAT (Top that!)Niggaz we came to rock the club (C'mon!)DJs better Pump It UpMother*****ers need to back it up'Cause we gon' tear the roof off the club[Hook](*beat stops, needle crackling*)[Missy] *talking*You know, Down South chicks got big assesand we a little heavy sometime, but whenyou're from the South, we don't call that"fat". We call that "big-boned". Fo' sho(*scratching, beat starts again*)[Verse 3 - Nelly]Yeah, ma! I heard you like the magic stickMe? I got the gadget stick, it's like "Go, go, gadget dick"You know, make you climb the walls and shitI make her wanna press pause and shitWalk up in the party, girls swingin' they pantiesThey was doing that before I had them brandysI get a little freaky when I'm in my yammyI may act a little freaky but I still got mannersIt's Nelly, felony, and Missy MisdemeanorBoth going down, there's just to many heatersCheck the records, we got records that broke records in record timeI ain't talkin' about the records that they buyin'Lyin', can a nigga keep up with me?You see I, still standin VI stackin' the "Ride Wit Me"You struggle to recoupI struggle on which Coup' to ride in[Missy] See how we be stylin'?[Hook](*"This is fire!" cut and scratched to fade*)
