Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Vocals
Redman
Redman
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Reggie Noble
Reggie Noble
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
Melissa Elliott
Melissa Elliott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timbaland
Timbaland
Producer
Darren S. Moore
Darren S. Moore
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Drew Coleman
Drew Coleman
Assistant Recording Engineer
Herb Powers
Herb Powers
Mastering Engineer
Jimmy Douglass
Jimmy Douglass
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh (Yeah)
3000, baby
Another hot production (Raunchy)
Uh-huh
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Ooh
Raunchy
Raunchy?
Yeah
Raunchy
Uh-huh, raunchy
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Ha, ha
[Verse 1]
Yo
Good riddance, to **** and bitches bullshittin'
I house MC's like baths and full kitchens (Uh)
Ready or not, Doc, hood lynchin'
Icy flows, I write with wool mittens
It's two, not one, Missy dot, dot com
Come once in the blue like free hot lunch
So once it's on, turn it up
Chickens flockin' in, shoppin' at birds are us, murderous
Don't blame me, blame the music
I write with napalms in my hands, flame the fuses
Like ca-psss, off you go
I'm nice battin', I practice when the park is closed
[Verse 2]
I'm that man who squats out of jeeps and vans
Jump from roof to roof on the TV cam
Fuck a model, I go out with the cheapest tramps
Pussy have me trippin', like Kima, Keisha, Pam (Uh-ha)
I remain cool like, like open house on a school night
Animal House, gettin' thrown out for food fights (Uh)
P-P-P strictly don't give a fuck (Uh-huh)
And Brick City **** strictly don't give a fuck
[Verse 3]
Let me intervene, come between, like dick through your jeans
Hang down to your knees, it's muah, the Don Juan
Carry on, D-A-N to the danger
Y'all MC's in a whole lot of danger
Change up all your rhymes, you need beats (Uh)
My beats, you see completely unique, forgive thee
See, its the shots of Henessey that's in me
Reggie Noble come through after me, uh-huh
[Verse 4]
Shit takes two to tango and two to fuck (Uh)
I done fucked in Range Rovers to Isuzu trucks
Used to move weight, now you makin' moves to duck (Uh)
I'm built solid without bolts, screws and nuts
Pussy tight? Jiffy Lube it up
Doc came up, hoes use to hang up, now my arm close hang 'em (Uh)
My crew deeper than Karl Kani pockets
We don't buy bullets, we ask, "What size rockets?" (Ooh)
For the occasion
One shot'll have you ravin'
Like Symoné, when the four-four blown
Two minutes later, I'll make it hotter (Ha)
Snap it from the vine to my Abdullah oblongata
[Bridge]
So whatchu wanna do?
Whatchu wanna do?
[Verse 5]
Yo, I got the chickens, the brews, take an X and mushrooms (Uh)
Def Squad in the house bitch, drop your drawers
Tell your boyfriend to, "Ease up, and park the cars"
[Verse 6]
I'm from the south, better watch your mouth (Uh-huh)
It's the M-I, the S-I, if you try, then you die
I don't take no mercy on you suckers, so (Uh)
Would you still be in love, baby, if I cut ya' throat?
Cut the jokes
I ain't got no love for yo' (Uh-huh)
No friends with those, who imitate me, ya' bold
My style I own
I'ma have to steal your flow, you know me, Joe
I ain't got to say no more, bitch
[Outro]
Thats right ****
It's Misdemeanor here
Redman
Timbaland, uh
Motherfucker
Huh, three triple zero
Uh huh
The Matrix, baby
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I'm out
Written by: Melissa A. Elltiot, Regie Noble, Timothy Z. Mosley
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