Missy Elliott - Hurt Sumthin lyrics

[Missy Elliott - Hurt Sumthin lyrics]

Yeah, this for all my mix show DJ's
Underground DJ's and wannabe DJ's
Who know how to get the party started
Then spin it

This is an introduction of
What's about to come
One nation under a groove
Heartbeat, tight work, aw
So for all you party people
This is not rock and roll
This is only for the clubs
Heartbeat, tight work, aw

Mister bartender
I need me a drink to really talk
Kink so can you pour 'em
Smoke me something that make my
Eyes chink and wink
Out ya man see how I score 'em
Check out my pants, the sexy way I dance
Then switch my style again
Cos the method's borin'
Make me a bill, a million dollar bill
I'm on top with you like Alicia fallin'
See I came in this game and
I kicked the door in
Slept on me and you still get snorin'
Don't you see I'm on fire, you still ignorin'
That's why I'm rich and you still be poorin'
This beat make you say how mercy Lord is
My voice sound like I've
Been drinkin' forties
A freak when I speak, I'm talkin' naughty
Comin' soon in your hood, I will be tourin'

Ah, get back, aw, we about to
We about to hurt somethin'
Then you hear about how we
Keep the club jumpin'
We gon' tear the roof off this mother sucker
(jump, jump, jump, jump, jump)
Take that, aw, we about to
We about to hurt somethin'
Then you hear about how we
Keep the club jumpin'
We gon' tear the roof off this mother sucker

Why you want me to come out and play
Over there pussycat (touché)
Exclusive? for mix show DJ's
I would give you one dollar if you play today
I want to do the voulez vous coucher
Do you like to eat a lot of sushi
Look at me dance like I am chick fully
Ay sucker what you say (ey, yeah, yeah, yeah)
See I know how to rock the party
Put your hands on that ass and spank somebody
Got my hands up like somebody rob me
Boy, if you got bait, let me see your money
Small dick, get no chicks, I'm truly sorry
But you get the fake digit's
No need to call me say what, shake your body
Sh-sh-sh-sh-shake your body

Ah, get back, aw, we about to
We about to hurt somethin'
Then you hear about how we
Keep the club jumpin'
We gon' tear the roof off this mother sucker
(jump, jump, jump, jump, jump)
Take that, aw, we about to
We about to hurt somethin'
Then you hear about how we
Keep the club jumpin'
We gon' tear the roof off this mother sucker

(yo, mami what's your name)
Player please get a job (I'm paid)
Yeah, you must steal and rob
You talks trash, but you ain't even got a car
(How you know) cos I seen your ass walk
You call me? player
Like you think it's my fault
The type of minute man
Faking like you last long
Please kill it man, lying to the superstar
It's so hot, go head, take your clothes off

Ah, get back, aw, we about to
We about to hurt somethin'
Then you hear about how we
Keep the club jumpin'
We gon' tear the roof off this mother sucker
(jump, jump, jump, jump, jump)
Take that, aw, we about to
We about to hurt somethin'
Then you hear about how we
Keep the club jumpin'
We gon' tear the roof off this mother sucker

So, so, fresh, fresh, so, so, fresh, fresh
(touch?)
So, so, fresh, fresh, so, so, fresh, fresh
(touch?) so, so, fresh, so, so, fresh

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