Ms. Jade - Feel The Girl Lyrics
[Intro] Ladies and gentlemen Ladies and gentlemen (Ms. Jade) Lay lay lay ladies and gentlemen (Ms. Jade) Ladies and gentlemen (Ms. Jade) Ladies and gentlemen (Ms. Jade) Lay ladies and gentlemen (Ms. Jade) *skrip skirt skrip* Lay lay (Ms. Jade) La la la lay *Earr err err* [Verse 1] Ms. Jade's the name comin to ruin the game bringin the thunder and rain, bustin a train or a plane Me and my girls shrivel all over the world Makin you stumble and hurl, braids ponytails and the curls I got them folk pumpin and movin around Jumpin and gettin it down, sweatin and workin it now No question, gonna throw on them clothes tonight So set them bows tonight, engines gon' hum on the bikes No matter is he black, peurto rican or white Stiletto, Timbs, and them Nike's, free chicken wings and some rice I got your dude lickin my toes and stuff What wha wha wha what, light the chronic up! I know y'all gonna love when I do it I do it professional like Duro and Clue doin it all for the loot Y'all better get them asses up out the seats sweat runnin down your cheeks, virgins turn into freaks [Chorus] x2 (Timbaland:) *Fricka fa frick* feel the girl (Ms. Jade:) Ms. Jaaaaaaade (Timbaland:) *Fricka fa frick fa frick* feel the girl (Ms. Jade:) Ms. Jaaaaaaade (Timbaland:) *Frickida frick fa frick* feel the girl she'll (Ms. Jade:) Ms. Jaaaaaaade Light the chronic up! [Verse 2] Ya bet was lost, time to set it off Shoppin at the mall, don't care what it cost Concerned about who be in my sheets You got beef with me? Then don't speak to me Like how my flow different kinda pace Garbage and the waste, "please get out my face" You wanna taste? Miss me like I'm Mase You wanna taste? Like me William H. I'm leavin y'all toothless like Gerome rollin on the chromes, two ways and the phones This Philly chick ain't wit this silly shit Blunts and dutches licked, scrapin up for rent Rat smugg-el-in, like the government Keep 'em bub-bel-in, take it on the chin So now they all duckin from the slugs kisses and the hugs, just cut up the rug! [Chorus] x2 [Verse 3] I ain't gon' stop, 'til I'm satisfied Chain hangin like Nas, see right through the lies Y'all never knew a dame could be so tight-- killin and feelin it right, gettin it on tonight We keep it real, type of chicks we are gettin nice at the bar, bang it loud in your car I'm from the town, niggas gon' hold me down Lost but now I'm found, watch me snatch the crown I clear my throat, ladies spit what I wrote takin off my coat, stuntin tryin to poke We in the back, countin and peelin the stacks combin and brushin the tracks--y'all can't hold me back I'm comin out switchin and changin your route Takin it to the house, bills and large amounts I got the club bouncin and shakin they frames Masculine puff and then pass, if your feelin in Philly then dance [Chorus] x4 (Timbaland:) *Frid fra frick fra* feel the girl *Frid fra freaky freaky* feel the girl *Freh freh freh* feel *fee* feel the girl *Shh doha doha digga doha doha fra fricky fricky* feel the girl *Fra fridicka* feel the girl *Fra freh freh freh freh freh* feel feel feel feel *Fra fra freaky* feel
