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Dog In Heat
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Ca sĩ: Missy Elliott
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Gimme that funk, mmm
Funk, mmm
Yo gimme that
Sho' nuff that
Yo, yo
Beware of the dogs, off the chain
**** your whips at the club we piss in the parking lanes
Blow it up ten frames so you see it wide
If your broad ain't ****ing 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 *****, shot-call *****
My shotgun talk with a lecture hall scripture
Applaud *****, shake that ***
I getcha, drunk and high and duct tape that *** fast
Then leave you on your daddy front lawn (ding dong)
With your hair all ****ed up, with one pump on
Get stomped on, I take the money and run
I'm a dog, **** I **** right in front of your son
If you ain't got Missy and Meth
Want me to spit the hot **** for you? *****, 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
Oh oh now we gon' make love to and in ya
SLIDE, want to take a ride
When you with me oh so right, tell them boys not tonight
Say you chilling witcho ***** and this is one why'don't want to miss
Uhh uhh, cause this love right here is on fire (fire)
SLIDE, want to take a ride
[Chorus: x2]
I love it boy when you play this song
Dead wrong, you know this record be turning me on
You keep me growling like a dog in heat
Hey wodie put it down make me sleep for weeks
You on the block laying low, from the cops laying low
When you done let me know cause my love make you be like whoa
Oh oh cause I got yo' mind in the trenches
Slide, let's take a ride
Baby come give me some hey whodie ain't no other one
Can shine on my life and make me want to stay the night
Cause you put butterflies on my stomach
SLIDE, baby won't you slide
[Method Man]
Yo yo I want to gangsta boogie with my gangsta *****!
Love it when the ***** talk back thanks to ****
All my dogs (woof) playing the wall, get at these broads
You ain't got no-***-at'all, we ain't ****ing wit y'all
I'm not your smooth lovin, see me at Casbah thuggin
Hands where your Stove Top be stuffing
Never catch Tical hand-cuffin, I'm in your party puffin
Smelling like that Wu-Tang production
Cousin tried to tell me ***** 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 weed 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 bumping out your speakers
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