Work (feat. Missy Elliott) - Ciara

DJ please, pick up your phone I'm on the request line G U-nit! This is a Missy Elliot one time exclusive (Come on) Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it If you got a big, let me search ya To find out how hard I gotta work ya (Missy) (REMIX) Unh Yeah Now Missy she too much for me (I'm freaky) She took me to to the crib man, she told me (eat me) Now my babymama I told her ass not to beat me Her broke ass wanna fight, Missy know how to treat me She sitting on cash, she got money out the ass Gave her them back shots and got money out her ass Now you can see me in the coupe like WHAT Next time I'll hit her in that G5 TRUCK I've got the magic stick, I can go for hours From the bed to the floor, to the sink to the shower With her back to the bed and her legs to the sky I can go hard, know why, big girls don't cry I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub Ching! Ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back rubbed This the shit she hollered in my ear before we left the club I'd like to get to know ya, so I can show ya Put the pussy on ya, like I told ya Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya Your girl acting stank than call me ov-ah Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa Call before you come, I need to shave my cho-cha You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha Go downtown and eat it like a vul-cha See my hips and my tips don'tcha See my ass and my lips don'tcha Lost a few pounds in my waist for ya This the kinda beat that go wa-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah Work it! I need a glass of wat-ah Boy oh boy its good to know ya If you're a fly gyal, get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy lift it up, lets make a toast-ah Lets get drunk, its gon bring us clos-ah Don't I look like a Halle Berry post-ah? See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya Girlfriend wanna be like me nev-ah You won't find a bitch that's even bett-ah I make it hot as Las Vegas weath-ah Listen up close while I take you backwards I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want I love your braids and your mouth full of funk Love the way my ass ba-bump ba-bump bump Keep your eyes on my ba-bump ba-bump bump And think you can handle this ga-donk ga-donk donk Take my thong off and my ass go boom Cut the lights off so you see what I can do Boys, boys, all type of boys Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys {??} thanga thang, {??} thanga thang Girls, girls, get that cash If its 9 to 5 or shakin ya ass Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang Just make sure you ahead of tha game Just cause I got a lot of fame sup-ah Prince couldn't get me change my name papa Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no sir Picture black sayin, "Oh yessuh massa" Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor Minute man, big men can outlast ya Who is the best? I don't have to ask ya When I come out, you won't even matt-ah Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh So you act dumb like ughhh, duh And the drummer boy go pa-rum pa-pum pum Give ya some some some of this Cinnabon To my fellas, ooooh Good God, I like the way you work that To my ladies, woo You sure know how to work that, good God

Hello baby This is a Missy Elliott exclusive (Uh) He just wanna get me hot He just tryna get my twat He wanna taste of my goodies He say it taste like butterscotch Boy you cannot get me locked You tryna get me you get blocked Unless you tryna marry me My ring must be big as a rock I open up my candy shop, my panties drop You see what I got, ya I got the strawberries and berries, them chocolates nice All in the box Know you better stop, 'cause I am the cream of the crop Baby you know what I got I'm top notch I keep rubbin' 'til your body start to tweak, ahh When you push up on it, put that thang on me boy What's popping, baby? Can you put me to sleep, yeah Every time you see me, do me dirty, yeah I'll be back, I talk that, I want that shit bad I can't wait 'til midnight, baby come see me I-I-I-I-I-I-I, oh, I-I-I-I-I-I-I If I am your girl or your chick Don't treat me like I'm just a bitch Boy you don't try to play stick 'Cause Missy not chasin' your d- Boy you don't wanna get hit, you's a trip 'round your boys You be flippin' that script Tell me why you be frontin', you know you so pussy-whipped I am the best that they get, when I kiss on ya lips and I'm throwin' these d- All on your face that you taste on, that's cake when I shake it I might let you lick Licky-lit, like kitty-kit, let you hit it real quick I'm fit like a brick, I'm hot as one can get This shit is so lit I keep rubbin' 'til your body start to tweak, ahh When you push up on it, put that thang on me boy What's popping, baby? Can you put me to sleep, yeah Every time you see me, do me dirty, yeah I'll be back, I talk that, I want that shit bad I can't wait 'til midnight, baby come see me I-I-I-I-I-I-I, oh, I-I-I-I-I-I-I Softly, tell me would you stay baby You know I give you more than she I know just where you wanna be, yeah Hair-do wild, make-up on your favorite pillow, baby Louder than the TV, knockin' boots We rockin' to grindin' music playin' I wish you could see what I see, baby Comin' for you boy, don't you say a thing Baby, why you so thirst? (Thirst) Boy you just a big flirt (Flirt) You know I got a man Know this p- not yours (Yours) You just tryna pop the churrs You get kicked to the curb (Curb) I know want this big old donk But you must wife this chick first I'm lookin' for a romance (Woo) We could hold hands (Woo) Handstand, do a lap dance (Woo) Yeah I want a black man To eat it up like Pac-Man Boy you stop playin' (Woo, yeah) Stop playin' This be the jam Miss don't really give a damn I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn I don't-I don't-I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn (Woo) I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn I don't-I don't-I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn (Woo) Ahh-ahh-ahh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Oh, with you babe, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

You pull up in the car, so what? It's a Benz Telling me you got money to spend You wanna spend it on me Baby, please You show up in the club, so what? You got bottles Tryna talk shit like I'm gonna follow Really? Really? I don't even know you I don't know you like that at all (I don't even know you) no, oh If you keep on staring I'ma show you what it's like to fall (I think we got a problem) Why you looking like I'm that kinda girl? Just 'cause I'm hot don't mean that I'm that girl If you want me, don't treat me like I'm her Don't get fucked up, I'm not that kinda girl Boy, I wanna like you But it's better if you just don't speak, ooh (shut up) Yeah, tryna tell you, you don't get it You wanna touch it, you'll regret it You'll see, try me I know what you're thinking Wanna find out what my body's for, baby I don't think you're ready, baby Show me you got something more (Show me that there, oh, yeah) Why you looking like I'm that kinda girl? Just 'cause I'm hot don't mean that I'm that girl If you want me, don't treat me like I'm her Don't get fucked up, I'm not that kinda girl Why you looking (why you looking?) like I'm that kinda girl? Just 'cause I'm hot don't mean that I'm that girl If you want me (if you want me), don't treat me like I'm her Don't get fucked up, I'm not that kinda girl See, I'm not the kinda girl you can freak on the first date I'm straight, that's right, I'll make ya wait I look good, look great Want my cake while he all up in my face Mhm, he tryna get a taste What you think, I'm a thot? Forget that Boy, you been around the block? I ain't with that If you wanna smash, why you talk trash? Boy, you got it bad, you gets no ass Boys, de boys, dey love me Tell 'em ain't no freak, don't try to wife me Tell 'em they no find no girl like me Not the kinda girl give up mi panties Why you looking like I'm that kinda girl? Just 'cause I'm hot don't mean that I'm that girl If you want me, don't treat me like I'm her Don't get fucked up, I'm not that kinda girl Why you looking (why you looking?) like I'm that kinda girl? Just 'cause I'm hot ('cuase I'm hot) don't mean that I'm that girl If you want me (if you want me), don't treat me like I'm her Don't get fucked up, I'm not that kinda girl

This is a Misdemeanor exclusive If your radio is experiencing any kind of difficulties Turn the volume up Yes, turn the volume up Yes, turn the volume up This is an exclusive Turn the volume up It's very necessary, on the contrary No you do not scare me, is you drinkin' Bloody Mary? But shit, you betta hurry, before I have to bury My attitude is bitchy, 'cuz my period is heavy I used to drive a Chevy, put twenties on that baby My nigga was the shit, but then that stupid nigga left me And now I'm lovin' Larry, but Larry go with Terri And Terri is a freak, but it's his baby she will carry The life he live's a fairy, cartoon like, "Tom and Jerry" My flow is legendary and your style is temporary Yeah, you need to worry, like Jason, it gets scary The words that I spit don't fit in that category Is my vision blurry? My speech is very slurry Me without Tim is like Jamaicans with no curry And yes, it's necessary, so hurry, nigga, hurry 'Cuz when this album drops, you whack MC's will all get buried Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Your style's very crummy, that's why you have no money You always looking bummy, I don't care if you don't love me Don't try to come before me, unless you are a dummy Repeat, you'll lose your teeth and I would hate to call you gummy Rainy or sunny, battle no way, honey This not a game of Hide-and-Seek, go call ya mummy It's about get so ugly, and I'ma keep y'all runnin' Hiding from me, 'cuz you know you are weak You ain't sayin' nothin', I keep it jumpin' jumpin' In your Kenwoods, I'm bumpin' sumthin' in ya trunk'n You can say I'm buggin', 'cuz when I come out bustin' That's why y'all be discussin' who I like and who I'm fuckin' Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon Fickidy, uh, uh, uh C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon I had a little homie named Paul Revere Smokes blunt after blunt, guzzled 40's of beer He used to swear up and down every first of the year He was gon' quit smokin', but he never did Watch y'all huskey, it's about that time Gettin' ready for the club 'round quarter 'til nine Couple bottles of hypnotic in the back of the ride Might spit like a girl, but I hit like a guy Me and Missy ballin' up the Avenue Funky fresh dressed to impress, we mackin' dudes Music biz only reason I ain't jackin' fools You know bullshit walk and stackin' rules Niggas keeps drawin', the streets keep callin' Drink 'til I'm nice and uh, uh-uh, on'n I'm bad luck, y'all mad 'cuz y'all suck Please do not try to fuck with this young duck Please do not try to fuck with this young duck Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Turn the volume up