Missy Elliott - Go to the Floor lyrics

Yeah, what's the deal
Y'all? This Missy Elliott
Givin' y'all magazine writers, radio cats
Listeners or plain ol' haters
A small piece of, of 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 and anger, and gossip
Or just plain old bullshit
Became ignorant to me
When you realize in a blink of an eye
You walkin' down a church isle
And that was meant for
Weddings and happiness but
Realizing those same church isles 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, tryna rebuild, you know
Ourselves
Hip-hop done gained respect from, you know
Not even respect from, but just, like
Rock and roll
And it took us a lot of hard work to get here
So all that hate and
The animosity between folks
You need to kill it with a skillet
You don't see Bill Gates and Donald
Trump arguin' with each other
'Cause both of 'em got paper and
They got better shit to do get more paper
So all I'm sayin' is, let's take
Hip-hop back to the rope, follow me

Hard-working the star of the show
Misdemeanor here hard-working
The star of the show mr mos' on the beats
Hard-working the star of the show
Two-thousand eternity hard-working
The star of the show
I'm the star of the show let the show begin
This is a Missy Elliott exclusive set it off

Mama say, mama sah, mama, can you do this?
(Woo) talkin' like you baddest when you
Just new to this (Woo)
Every time I come out yall be like
"Who that is?" (Woah)
Be more like Ashanti and be unfoolish
You don't really want to bring it with me
(yeah) you wear Dada, I sport the Fendi
My Lamborghini against your Benzi
Dirty diamonds in your ring, see mines
Cling-cling-cling (O oh)
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding da-ding-ding
I used to get so high
They called me Ming Lee (Woo)
Spiked up my hair to look like Don King
(King) haters keep on hatin' 'cause
Them don't worry we (O oh)
Them don't worry we or me, or Timothy
In my SE, slim down my body (Ayy)
Bang, bang to the boogie, ooh-wee
Playa keep on playin', watch me do my duty
(Woah)

Go to the floor (Then tell me what you want)
Grab me a drink (Then what you gon' do?)
I came to shake, shake my booty down
Down to the beat (whoooooooop)
Stand on the chairs (And dance like who)
Dance like the freaks
(And what you came to do)
I came to shake, shake my booty down
Light the party

I'm underrated, glad I made it
Independent operated i never hesitated
Haters keep me motivated
The beat is penetrated
I'll let Timmy regulate it
And we laid it in the shaded
Drink a glass of lemonaded
Damn I'm faded, ain't no other way to say it
Ain't that complicated
Ain't no other chicks gon' ever
Make me feel invaded
I keep droppin' hit's like
Water breakin' two centimetres
And I'm dialatin', radio patient
(Awwwwwhhh, come on) check my translation
From my observation, my fans is real patient
They don't wanna hear the lies so stop fakin'
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-she-pop-pop-pop, yeeeeaaa-a ahhh
Sometimes I flow, sometimes quick
You was on the verge of kissin ass so slick
I be on the verge of makin' hit's after hit's
This the kinda shit that tell
Ya mami don't forget

Everybody, move your body now do it
Here is something that's gonna make
You move and groove
Hey DJ keep playin that song all night
On and on and on (on and on and on)

Now is the niggas over there
Cuz the bitches right here
Yea-yea-yea-yea-yea-yea-yea yeah
All night long I hope you all came prepared
It's five o'clock and we ain't goin' nowhere
Awwwwhhh yeeeaaahh, oohhhhhwwwweeee
And will the guy with the cash choose me
Awwwhhh yeeeahhh, baby
I got a man I ain't seen lately
Go to the floor!