Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Lead Vocals
Craig Brockman
Craig Brockman
Keyboards
Charles W. Bereal, Jr.
Charles W. Bereal, Jr.
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Songwriter
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Songwriter
Reggie Noble
Reggie Noble
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Producer
Timbaland
Timbaland
Mixing Engineer
Steve Penny
Steve Penny
Assistant Engineer
Jesse Gorman
Jesse Gorman
Assistant Recording Engineer
Grayson Sumby
Grayson Sumby
Assistant Recording Engineer
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
Jimmy Douglass
Jimmy Douglass
Mixing Engineer
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Producer

Lyrics

Gimme that funk, funk Yo, gimme that Funk Sho' nuff that funk Yo, yo, beware of the dogs, off the chain *** Your whips at the club, we piss in the parkin' lanes Blow it up ten frames, so you see it wide If your broad ain't *** she don't need to ride She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside By the spare, she hungry I'll feed her fries 'Cause I'ma dog *** shot call *** My shotgun talk with a lecture hall scripture Applaud *** shake that *** I getcha drunk and high and duct tape that *** fast Then leave you on your daddy front lawn With your hair all *** up, with one pump on Get stomped on, I take the money and run I'm a dog, *** right in front of your son If you ain't got Missy and Meth Want me to spit the hot *** for you? *** write your check When you come home from work, I'm gon' make you do more work Pour some wine in the cup, sip sippin' on sizzurp Now we gon' make love to and in ya Slide, wanna take a ride When you with me, oh, so right, tell them boys not tonight Say you chillin' with your *** and this is one y'don't wanna miss 'Cause this love right here is on fire Slide, wanna take a ride I love it, boy, when you play this song Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin' me on You keep me growlin' like a dog in heat Hey wodie, put it down, make me sleep for weeks I love it, boy, when you play this song Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin' me on You keep me growlin' like a dog in heat Hey wodie, put it down, make me sleep for weeks You on the block layin' low, from the cops layin' low When you done let me know 'cause my love make you be like whoa 'Cause I got your mind in the trenches Slide, let's take a ride Baby, come give me some, hey wodie, ain't no other one Can shine on my life and make me wanna stay the night 'Cause you put butterflies in my stomach Slide, baby, won't you slide? I love it, boy, when you play this song Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin' me on You keep me growlin' like a dog in heat Hey wodie, put it down, make me sleep for weeks I love it, boy, when you play this song Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin' me on You keep me growlin' like a dog in heat Hey wodie, put it down, make me sleep for weeks Yo, yo, I wanna Gangsta Boogie with my gangsta *** Love it when the *** talk back thanks to *** All my dogs playin' the wall, get at these broads You ain't got no *** at all, we ain't *** wit y'all I'm not your smooth lovin', see me at Casbah thuggin' Hands where your Stove Top be stuffin' Never catch Tical handcuffin', I'm in your party puffin' Smellin' like that Wu-Tang production Cousin tried to tell me *** come a dime a dozen And when it come around, I'll beat it down like percussion Missy, come and get me, I'm 'bout to call Doc We can all meet up at Peanut's, I heard it was the spot Somebody roll up the, push the car lighter Kick your feet up Saturday Night, who got the Fever? Brought the flavor of Indonesia Puff, puff, give type procedures And this joint bumpin' out your speakers I love it, boy, when you play this song Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin' me on You keep me growlin' like a dog in heat Hey wodie, put it down, make me sleep for weeks I love it, boy, when you play this song Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin' me on You keep me growlin' like a dog in heat Hey wodie, put it down, make me sleep for weeks I'm gonna take you high to the top And let your body not reject me, babe I'm gon' make you really love me I'm gonna make you scream don't stop But you must first respect his lady You must respect this lady
Writer(s): Reggie Noble, Timothy Z. Mosley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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