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Work It Lyrics

Missy Elliott – Work It Lyrics

Dj please, pick up your phone
I'm on the request line
This is a Missy Elliott one time exclusive
(C'mon, c'mon)

Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thang down, flip it and reverse it
{*"I put my thang down, flip it and reverse it" - backwards 2X*}
If you got a big {*elephant noise*} let me search ya haha hana
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
{*"I put my thang down, flip it and reverse it" - backwards 2X*}

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 then 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 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
S** me so good I say blah-blah-blah
Work it! I need a glass of what-ah
Boy oh boy it's good to know ya


[Verse 2:]
If you're a fly gal, get your nails done
Get a pedicure, get your hair didd
Boy lift it up, lets make a toast-ah
Lets get drunk, it's 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
{*"Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards" - backwards*}
I'm not a prostitute but I can give you what ya want
I love your braids and your mouth full of fonts
Love the way my ass go ba-bump ba-bump bump
Keep your eyes on my ba-bump ba-bump bump
And think you can handle this ga-dunk ga-dunk dunk
Take my thong off and my ass go boom
Cut the lights off so you see what I can do


[Verse 3:]
Boys, boys, all type of boys
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys
Wan tan taya taya tang-a-tang, wan tan taya taya tang-a-tang
Girls, girls, get that cash
If it's 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 Say'n, "Oh yessa massa"
Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor
Minute Man, big Red 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
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Songwriters: Melissa A. Elliott, Paul Simon, Curtis James Jackson, Christopher Stein, Deborah Harry, Darryl Matthews Mcdaniels, Joseph Ward Simmons, Clem Burke
Work It lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management

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