Uh-huh, nigga, yeah
I'm nasty
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
Uh-huh, take it slow
No (no, no)

I was lookin' for affection, so I decided to go
Swing that dick in my direction, I'll be out of control
Let's take it to perfection, just you and me
Let's see if you can bring-bring-bring the nasty out of me
N-n-n-now sock it

Ooh, ah, sock it to me like you want to, ooh (oh)
I can take it like a pro, you know (know)
Do a long-throw with the backstroke (hey)
My hormones jumpin' like a disco (hey)
I be poppin' mess, like some Crisco
All ya gotta say is: Missy, go
And when ya say go, I won't move slow (slow)

I'm at your house around midnight (midnight), don't fall asleep
It'll just be me-me-me on a late-night creep
I'ma show you thangs that you can't believe
Jump in this B-E-D, and won't you sock it to me?
S-s-s-sock it to me

Ooh, ah, sock it to me like you want to, ooh (sock it to me)
I can take it like a pro, you know (know)
Do a long-throw with the backstroke (hey)
My hormones jumpin' like a disco (hey)
I be poppin' mess, like some Crisco (hey)
All ya gotta say is Missy, go (hey)
And when ya say go, I won't move slow (move slow)

Ooh, ah, sock it to me like you want to, ooh
I can take it like a pro, you know
Do a long-throw with the backstroke
My hormones jumpin' like a disco
I be poppin' mess, like some Crisco
All ya gotta say is: Missy, go
And when ya say go, I won't move slow
(Uh-huh, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, sock it to me)

Ooh, ah, sock it to me like you want to, ooh (ooh)
I can take it like a pro, you know (you know)
Do a long-throw with the backstroke
My hormones jumpin' like a disco (hey)
I be poppin' mess, like some Crisco (hey)
And all ya gotta say is: Missy, go (hey)
And when ya say go, I won't move slow (uh)

While Missy be sockin' it to niggas like RiRi
The baddest industry bitches of the century hit hard, like penitentiary dick
Finally admitted that we the shit
Combination is lethal
Poppin' Patrón wit' Missy in the 600 wit' no see-through
Suffer the repercussions, fuckin' wit' shit like this
We parlay puffin', constantly makin' niggas suffer the consequences
Gotta get these ends, bitch!

House in the Chi' wit' a Cadi'
Crib in Atlanta wit' a Benz
Niggas been huffin' and puffin' but ain't tried shit
Got plenty mothafuckas that'd ride quick
Besides, kid wanna bust?
Trigger-finger itch when you fuckin' wit' me
Jealous, because I live mo' plush
Me 'n Missy leave a nigga wit' a head rush, bring the ruckus

Plus, I'm tellin' 'em, pushin', 'n pickin' up profits for what I'm sellin'
Never gon' stop it
Sockin' it to niggas and rockin' it, droppin' 'em on the spot
Heat-up any block or record shop
Knockin' you off o' yo' socks
Guaranteed platinum, watch two o' the coldest bitches get hot

(I be the BRAT, her be Missy)
(We some bad bitches who be fuckin' it up)
(I'm the BRAT, her be Missy)
(And we some bad bitches who be fuckin' it up)

I'm yo' nigga fo' life, baby! Haha
Let's continue to drive all these mofucka's crazy
You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah
Timbaland: I see you, baby
I feel you, uh, sock it to 'em, God damn it!
It's 97, this the mothafuckin' bitch era
What y'all niggas wan‘ do?
Da Brat-tat-tat on dat ass once more, uh
I'm out the do', mofucka', yeah, uh