Missy Elliott, Ms. Jade - Funky Fresh Dressed lyrics

Here's a little story that must be told
And it goes a little something like this
This is a Misdemeanor exclusive
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It's very necessary, on the contrary
No, you do not scare me
Is you drinkin' Bloody Mary?
For this, you better hurry
Before I have to bury my attitude is bitchy
'cause my period is heavy
I used to drive a Chevy
Put twenties on that Bevy
My nigga was the shit
But then that stupid nigga left me
And now I'm lovin' Larry
But Larry go with Terri
And Terri is a freak
But it's his baby she will carry
The life he live's a fairy
Cartoon like Tom and Jerry
My flow is legendary and
Your style is temporary
Yeah, you need to worry, like Jason
It gets scary the words that I spit don't
Fit in that category
Is my vision blurry? My speech is very slurry
Me without Tim is like
Jamaicans with no curry
And yes, it's necessary, so hurry, nigga
Hurry 'Cause when this album drops
You whack MC's will all get burried

Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress
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Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress
(Turn the volume up)
Funky-funky fresh dressed to impress
Ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress
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Funky-funky fresh dressed to impress
Ready to party
Funky-funky fresh dressed to impress
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Your style's very crummy
That's why you have no money
You always lookin' bummy
I don't care if you don't love me
Don't try to come before me
Unless you are a dummy
Repeat, you'll lose your teeth and I
Would hate to call you gummy
Rainy or sunny, battle no way, honey
This not a game of Hide-and-Seek
Go call ya mummy it's about get so ugly
And I'ma keep y'all runnin'
Hiding from me, 'cause you know you are weak
You ain't sayin' nothin'
I keep it jumpin' jumpin' in your Kenwoods
I'm bumpin' sumthin' in ya trunk'n
You can say I'm buggin'
'cause when I come out bustin'
That's why y'all be discussin' who I
Like and who I'm fuckin'

Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress
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Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress
(Turn the volume up)
Funky-funky fresh dressed to impress
Ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress
(Turn the volume up)
Funky-funky fresh dressed to impress
Ready to party
Funky-funky fresh dressed to impress
(Turn the volume up)

C'mon, c'mon c'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon fickidy, uh, uh, uh
C'mon, c'mon c'mon, c'mon

I had a little homie named Paul Revere
Smokes blunt after blunt
Guzzled 40's of beer
Used to swear up and down
Every first of the year
He was gon' quit smokin', but he never did
Watch y'all Huskey, it's about that time
Gettin' ready for the club
'round quarter to nine
Couple bottles of hypnotic in the
Back of the ride
Might spit like a girl, but I hit like a guy
Me and Missy ballin' up the avenue
Funky fresh dressed to impress
We mackin' dudes
Music biz only reason I ain't jackin fools
You know bullshit walk and stackin' rules
Niggas keep drawin', the streets keep callin'
Drink til' I'm nice and uh, uh uh, on'n
I'm bad luck, y'all mad 'cause y'all suck
Please do not try to fuck
With this young buck
Please do not try to fuck
With this young buck

Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress
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Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress
(Turn the volume up)
Funky-funky fresh dressed to impress
Ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress
(Turn the volume up)
Funky-funky fresh dressed to impress
Ready to party
Funky-funky fresh dressed to impress
(Turn the volume up)