Like your name is Missy Elliot
My name is Fantasia Barrino
And
Yo, what some more feel like
Dem know seh when dem
Rich nice
Woo c'mon
Sick uh-huh
Yes, woo, holla
I be thinkin' 'bout that
Music
When I walk up in the club, they be pushin'
Misdemeanor
[over the melody of Slick Rick's song "Lick the Balls"]
[Slick
Joy
Joy
Joy, so sick
Joy
Timbo, what they do, they try to be
Music make you lose control
Music make you lose control
Let?s go,
Bet it, bet it taste like candy
Bet it, bet it
Please stand up
In 2005, the industry will be pussy-whipped
It won't
Yeah, Missy Elliott, Grand Puba
Y'all don't really know who I
Beware, you're now listening
To the sounds of Mis-Demeanor
Turn everything up,
(two guys talking)
What time is it?
Tonight is party time, its
Baby, it's not true
When they say all men are dogs
'Cuz
2005
There will be no more room for y'all with no
Ohh oh, ohh, yeah, yeah
Ooh ooh, aw, yeah
Oh, yeah
Aw, yeah,
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