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Missy Elliott-Dog In Heat


Give me that funk!
Uh!(Uh!)
Funk!
Uh!
Yo-Give me that...funk!
Show me off that-funk! (Funk!)

Yo, yo,
Beware of the dogs, off the chain,
F*** 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 f***** she don't need to ride, (beat it)
She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside,
By the spare, she hungry I'll feed her fries,
Cause I'ma, dog n****, shot-call n****,
My shotgun talk with a lecture hall scripture,
Applaud (ahh) b****, shake that a**,
I getcha, drunk and high and duct tape that a** fast,
Then leave you on your daddy front lawn, (ding dong)
With your hair all f***** up, with one pump on,
Get stomped on, I take the money and run,
I'm a dog, s*** I f*** right in front of your son,
If you ain't got Missy and Meth,
Want me to spit the hot s*** for you?  N****, 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 sizz-urp,
(Ohhh.. ohhh..)
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 witcho bitch and this is one y'don't wanna miss,
Uhh uhh.. cause this love right here is on fire, (fire)
Slide, wanna take a ride...

Chorus:
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 boy, 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 boy 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,
(Ohhh.. ohhh..)
Cause I got yo mind in the trenches,
(Slide!)(Let's take a ride!)
Baby come give me some,
Hey woody, ain't no other one,
Can shine on my life and make me wanna stay the night,
(Mmmm mmmm...)
Cause you put butterflies on my stomach...
(Slide!)(Baby won't you slide!)

(Chorus)

Yo, yo,
I wanna gangsta boogie with my gangsta b****,
Love it when the p*** talk back thanks to d***,
All my dogs (woof) playin the wall, get at these broads,
You ain't got no-a**-at'all, we ain't f***** wit y'all,
I'm not your smooth lovin, see me at Casbah thuggin,
Hands where your Stove Top be stuffin,
Never catch Tical hand-cuffin, I'm in your party puffin,
Smellin like that Wu-Tang production,
Cousin tried to tell me p**** 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 the w*** up, 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...

(Chorus)

I'm gonna take you high to the top,
and let your body not reject me babe,
I'm gonna 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...(Uh...)


Website: http://www.missy-elliott.com