Music Video

Bring the Pain (feat. Method Man)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Lead Vocals
Method Man
Method Man
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Songwriter
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Songwriter
Carlton Douglas Ridenhour
Carlton Douglas Ridenhour
Songwriter
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Songwriter
Gary Rinaldo
Gary Rinaldo
Songwriter
Hank Shocklee
Hank Shocklee
Songwriter
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Producer
Timbaland
Timbaland
Producer
Demacio Castellon
Demacio Castellon
Assistant Engineer
Marc Lee
Marc Lee
Assistant Engineer
Carlos Bedoya
Carlos Bedoya
Engineer
Jimmy Douglass
Jimmy Douglass
Mixing Engineer
Herb Powers
Herb Powers
Mastering Engineer
Steamy
Steamy
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Are we on the air? This is A Missy Elliott Exclusive And I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Ooh baby, what's your name? I love the way you're spittin' the game You made me change from thinkin' all guys the same You the type of guy I wanna marry in months Got exactly what I want And ain't no fakin' the funk Your attitude is funk and you're makin' me crunk (C'mon) Yes, it's real baby Got me so crazy Light my fire dirty Like the way you serve me Stimulate my body Crunk just like a party Oh, you won't be sorry My poppy, I'm your mommy I'm in your life to come and let you explore Take you on a tour The kind of guys that be talkin' that noise Is the reason I ignore And you the one I wanna take to meet Moms "He's a rap superstar" I wanna be the one you like I'm sure to do you right Yes, it's real baby Got me so crazy Light my fire dirty Like the way you serve me Stimulate my body Crunk just like a party Ooh, you won't be sorry My poppy, I'm your mommy Is it real hon, if it's really real (Let's chill) Maybe pop an X pill (How does sex feel?) Come and get your next thrill (You the raw deal) Yo, I'm sayin' if your man won't (Mr. Meth will) That's amore', all day, mind over matter And my forte' is foreplay, sex on a platter Have it your way, then who, serve you everything on the menu And all that freak shit that you into Sweet lady, you drive me half crazy Maybe, we can go half on a baby? (On a baby?) Poppa got a brand new bag Hidden in the stash of his brand new Jag Lovely, kick your shoes off and get comfy We can bump uglies if you ain't got your monthly Yes, I, like American Pie Tell 'em M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-Y Yes, it's real baby Got me so crazy Light my fire dirty Like the way you serve me Stimulate my body Crunk just like a party Oh, you won't be sorry My poppy, I'm your mommy M-E-T-H-O-D, Man M-I-S-S-Y, I am I came came to bang bang the boogie I see you lookin' to bang out my nookie You want my cookies I baked for you rookies Work hard they want me to bang bang and stick me If you want my nookie you gots to come quickly M-E-T-H-O-D is ya wit' me? (Mr. Meth) Is ya wit' me?
Writer(s): Timothy Z. Mosley, Melissa A. Elliott, Donald Earle Jr. De Grate, Lashaun Tyson Owens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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