Yeeh-uh! What's the deal, ya'll? This is Missy Elliott
Givin' y'all magazine writers, radio cats, listeners, or plain-ol' haters a small piece o'–
O' my album, which is titled Under Construction
Under Construction simply states that I'm a work in progress
I'm workin' on myself, you know
Uh, ever since Aaliyah passed, I view life in a more valuable way
Lookin' at hate 'n anger, 'n gossip–or just plain-ol' bullshit became ignorant to me
When you realize in the blink of an eye, when you're walkin' down a church aisle
That was meant for weddin's, 'n happiness
But realize those same church aisles are used to–to view a loved one for the last time
From the World Trade families to the Left-Eye family
Big Pun family, you know? Biggie family, Pac family, to the hip-hop family
We all under construction, trynna' rebuild, you know, ourselves
Hip-hop can gain respect from, you know–not even respect from, but just, like, rock 'n roll
And it took us a lot of hard work to get here
So all that hate 'n animosity between folks? Ya needa kill it wit' a skillet!
You don't see Bill Gates 'n Donald Trump arguin' wit' each other
'Cause both of them got paper, and they got betta' shit to do: Get mo' paper!
So, all I'm sayin' is: Let's take hip-hop back to the roots
Follow me
(Hardworking, the star of the show) misdemeanor!
(Hardworking, the star of the show) mister Mo's on the beats!
(Hardworking, the star of the show) 2000, eternity!
(Hardworking, the star of the show) I am the star of the show
Let the show begin
(This is a Missy Elliott exclusive)
Mama say, mama saw, Mama, can you do 'dis?
Talkin' like you badass when you just knew who 'dat is
Erry' time I come out, ya'll be like: Who 'dat is?
Be more like Ashanti and be un-foolish
You don't really want to bring it wit' me
You wear Donna, I sport the Fendi
My Lamborghini against your Benz y
Dirty diamonds in ya' rings, see mine's clean-clean-clean?
Ding-di-di di-di-ding da-ding-ding!
I used to get so high, they called me Ming Lee
Spiked-up my hair, done looked like Don King
Haters keep on hatin', 'cause 'dem don't worry we
'Dem no worry we, nor me 'n Timothy
M-I-S-E, slim-down my bod-y-y-y
Bang-bang to the boogie, ooh-wee
Playa', keep on playin' 'n watch me do my duty
Go to the flo' (now tell me what you want)
Grab me a drink (now whatcha' came to do?)
I came to shake, shake my booty down
Down to the beat (ooh-ooh!)
Stand on the chairs (and dance like who?)
Dance like the freaks (and whatcha' came to do?)
I came to shake, shake my booty down
Hike the party
I'm underrated, glad I made it independent-operated
I never hesitated, haters keep me motivated
Da beat is penetrated, I let Timmy regulate it
And we lay-ded in the shade-d, drink a glass o' lemonade-d
Damn, I'm faded!
Ain't no otha' way to say it, it ain't that complicated
Ain't no other chick gon' Eva' make me feel invaded
I keep droppin' hits, like water-breakin', two centimeters and I'm dilatin'
Radio, be patient, ho
Shh! Come on, check my translation!
From my observation, my fans is real patient
They don't wanna hear the lies, so stop fakin'
’Cause ya' greasy like bacon, keep my stomach achin’
If you wanna battle, let there be no more delayin'
I hope ya did some prayin' 'cause when I come swayin'
Pop, sha, pop-pop-pop! Yeah
Sometimes, I flow, sometimes, quick
You is on the verge of kissin' ass so slick
I be on the verge of makin' hit-after-hit
'Dis 'dat kinda shit don't tell ya' mammy, don't forget!
Go to the flo' (now tell me what you want)
Grab me a drink (now whatcha' came to do?)
I came to shake, shake my booty down
Down to the beat (ooh-ooh!)
Stand on the chairs (and dance like who?)
Dance like the freaks (and whatcha' came to do?)
I came to shake, shake my booty down
Hike the party
Everybody, move your body, now do it
Here is something that's gonna make you move 'n groove
Hey, DJ, keep playin' that song all night
On and on, and on (on and on, and on and on)
(Now is tha' nigga's ova there?)
Bitches, right here, yep, yep, yep, yep-yep, yep-yep, yeeh-uh
All night long, I hope you all came prepared
It's 5: 00 and we ain't goin' nowhere, aw, yeah, ooh-wee
And will the guy with the cash choose me?
Aw, yeah, baby
I got a man I ain't seen lately
(Welcome to the floor!)
Go to the flo' (now tell me what you want)
Grab me a drink (now whatcha' came to do?)
I came to shake, shake my booty down
Down to the beat (ooh-ooh!)
Stand on the chairs (and dance like who?)
Dance like the freaks (and whatcha' came to do?)
I came to shake, shake my booty down
Hike the party