Yeah, what's the deal y'all, this Missy Elliott
Givin' y'all magazine writers, radio cats, listers or plain ol' haters
A small piece of my album which is titled Under Construction
Under Construction simply states that I'm a work in progress
I'm working on myself
You know, uh, every since Aaliyah passed
I view life in a, a more valuable way
Looking at hate and anger and gossip or
Just plain ol' bullshit became ignorant to me
When you realize in a blink of a eye
You walking down a church aisle
And that was meant for weddings and happiness
And realize the same church aisles are used
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 tryin to 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 animosity between folks
You need to kill it with a skillet
You don't see Bill Gates and Donald trump
Arguing with each other 'cause both of them got paper
And the they got better shit to do, get mo' paper
So all I'm sayin' is, let's take hip-hop back to the rope
Follow me
(Hardworking, the star of the show)
Misdemeanor here
(Hardworking, the star of the show)
Mr. Mos' on the beats
(Hardworking, the star of the show)
2000 Eternity
(Hardworking, 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)
Momma say, momma sah, momma, can you do this?
Talkin' like you baddest when you just know dat is
Every time I come out ya'll be like who dat is
Be like more like Ashanti and be unfoolish
You don't really want to break it wit me
You wear Gata, I sport the Fendi
My Lamborghini against your Benzi
Dirty diamonds and your ring see mines cl-clink-clink
Ding-ding, da-ding-ding, 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 don't worry we or me or Timothy
M-i-s-sy, slimmed down my body
Bang-bang to the boogie, ooh-wee
Playa, keep on playin', watch me do my duty
Go to the floor (now tell me what you want)
Grab me a drink (now what you gon' do)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, down to the beat
Stand on the chairs (and dance like who?)
Dance like the freaks (now what you came to do?)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, hype the party (set it off)
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 shade and drink a glass of lemonade and
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' hits like water breakin'
Two centimeters and I'm dilatin'
Radio impatient, pause, come on, check my translation
From my observation, my fans is real patient
They don't wanna hear the lies, so stop fakin'
'Cause you're greasy like bacon, keep my stomach achin'
If you wanna battle let there be no more delayin'
I hope you did some prayin' 'cause when I come swayin'
Pop shu pop, pop, pop, yeah
Sometimes I flow, sometimes quick
You was on the verge of kissin' ass so slick
I'd be on the verge of makin' hits after hits
This the kind of shit they tell yo mammy don't forget
Go to the floor (now tell me what you want)
Grab me a drink (now what you gon' do)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, down to the beat
Stand on the chairs (and dance like who?)
Dance like the freaks (now what you came to do?)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, hype the party (oh)
Everybody, move your body, now do it
Here's somethin' that's gonna make you move and groove (new Missy Elliott, y'all)
Hey DJ keep playin' that song all night
On and on and on (on and on and on)
Is the niggas over there, bitches right here
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
All night long, I hope you all came prepared
It's five o'clock and we ain't goin' nowhere
Oh yeah, oh, ooh wee
And will the guy the cash choose me? (Oh, yeah)
Baby, I got a man I ain't seen lately (go down to the floor)
Go to the floor (now tell me what you want)
Grab me a drink (now what you gon' do)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, down to the beat
Stand on the chairs (and dance like who?)
Dance like the freaks (now what you came to do?)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, hype the party
Missy Elliott - Intro / Go to the Floor Lyrics
Missy Elliott - Intro / Go to the Floor Lyrics
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Yeah, what's the deal y'all, this Missy Elliott
Givin' y'all magazine writers, radio cats, listers or plain ol' haters
A small piece of my album which is titled Under Construction
Under Construction simply states that I'm a work in progress
I'm working on myself
You know, uh, every since Aaliyah passed
I view life in a, a more valuable way
Looking at hate and anger and gossip or
Just plain ol' bullshit became ignorant to me
When you realize in a blink of a eye
You walking down a church aisle
And that was meant for weddings and happiness
And realize the same church aisles are used
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 tryin to 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 animosity between folks
You need to kill it with a skillet
You don't see Bill Gates and Donald trump
Arguing with each other 'cause both of them got paper
And the they got better shit to do, get mo' paper
So all I'm sayin' is, let's take hip-hop back to the rope
Follow me
(Hardworking, the star of the show)
Misdemeanor here
(Hardworking, the star of the show)
Mr. Mos' on the beats
(Hardworking, the star of the show)
2000 Eternity
(Hardworking, 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)
Momma say, momma sah, momma, can you do this?
Talkin' like you baddest when you just know dat is
Every time I come out ya'll be like who dat is
Be like more like Ashanti and be unfoolish
You don't really want to break it wit me
You wear Gata, I sport the Fendi
My Lamborghini against your Benzi
Dirty diamonds and your ring see mines cl-clink-clink
Ding-ding, da-ding-ding, 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 don't worry we or me or Timothy
M-i-s-sy, slimmed down my body
Bang-bang to the boogie, ooh-wee
Playa, keep on playin', watch me do my duty
Go to the floor (now tell me what you want)
Grab me a drink (now what you gon' do)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, down to the beat
Stand on the chairs (and dance like who?)
Dance like the freaks (now what you came to do?)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, hype the party (set it off)
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 shade and drink a glass of lemonade and
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' hits like water breakin'
Two centimeters and I'm dilatin'
Radio impatient, pause, come on, check my translation
From my observation, my fans is real patient
They don't wanna hear the lies, so stop fakin'
'Cause you're greasy like bacon, keep my stomach achin'
If you wanna battle let there be no more delayin'
I hope you did some prayin' 'cause when I come swayin'
Pop shu pop, pop, pop, yeah
Sometimes I flow, sometimes quick
You was on the verge of kissin' ass so slick
I'd be on the verge of makin' hits after hits
This the kind of shit they tell yo mammy don't forget
Go to the floor (now tell me what you want)
Grab me a drink (now what you gon' do)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, down to the beat
Stand on the chairs (and dance like who?)
Dance like the freaks (now what you came to do?)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, hype the party (oh)
Everybody, move your body, now do it
Here's somethin' that's gonna make you move and groove (new Missy Elliott, y'all)
Hey DJ keep playin' that song all night
On and on and on (on and on and on)
Is the niggas over there, bitches right here
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
All night long, I hope you all came prepared
It's five o'clock and we ain't goin' nowhere
Oh yeah, oh, ooh wee
And will the guy the cash choose me? (Oh, yeah)
Baby, I got a man I ain't seen lately (go down to the floor)
Go to the floor (now tell me what you want)
Grab me a drink (now what you gon' do)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, down to the beat
Stand on the chairs (and dance like who?)
Dance like the freaks (now what you came to do?)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, hype the party
Givin' y'all magazine writers, radio cats, listers or plain ol' haters
A small piece of my album which is titled Under Construction
Under Construction simply states that I'm a work in progress
I'm working on myself
You know, uh, every since Aaliyah passed
I view life in a, a more valuable way
Looking at hate and anger and gossip or
Just plain ol' bullshit became ignorant to me
When you realize in a blink of a eye
You walking down a church aisle
And that was meant for weddings and happiness
And realize the same church aisles are used
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 tryin to 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 animosity between folks
You need to kill it with a skillet
You don't see Bill Gates and Donald trump
Arguing with each other 'cause both of them got paper
And the they got better shit to do, get mo' paper
So all I'm sayin' is, let's take hip-hop back to the rope
Follow me
(Hardworking, the star of the show)
Misdemeanor here
(Hardworking, the star of the show)
Mr. Mos' on the beats
(Hardworking, the star of the show)
2000 Eternity
(Hardworking, 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)
Momma say, momma sah, momma, can you do this?
Talkin' like you baddest when you just know dat is
Every time I come out ya'll be like who dat is
Be like more like Ashanti and be unfoolish
You don't really want to break it wit me
You wear Gata, I sport the Fendi
My Lamborghini against your Benzi
Dirty diamonds and your ring see mines cl-clink-clink
Ding-ding, da-ding-ding, 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 don't worry we or me or Timothy
M-i-s-sy, slimmed down my body
Bang-bang to the boogie, ooh-wee
Playa, keep on playin', watch me do my duty
Go to the floor (now tell me what you want)
Grab me a drink (now what you gon' do)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, down to the beat
Stand on the chairs (and dance like who?)
Dance like the freaks (now what you came to do?)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, hype the party (set it off)
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 shade and drink a glass of lemonade and
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' hits like water breakin'
Two centimeters and I'm dilatin'
Radio impatient, pause, come on, check my translation
From my observation, my fans is real patient
They don't wanna hear the lies, so stop fakin'
'Cause you're greasy like bacon, keep my stomach achin'
If you wanna battle let there be no more delayin'
I hope you did some prayin' 'cause when I come swayin'
Pop shu pop, pop, pop, yeah
Sometimes I flow, sometimes quick
You was on the verge of kissin' ass so slick
I'd be on the verge of makin' hits after hits
This the kind of shit they tell yo mammy don't forget
Go to the floor (now tell me what you want)
Grab me a drink (now what you gon' do)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, down to the beat
Stand on the chairs (and dance like who?)
Dance like the freaks (now what you came to do?)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, hype the party (oh)
Everybody, move your body, now do it
Here's somethin' that's gonna make you move and groove (new Missy Elliott, y'all)
Hey DJ keep playin' that song all night
On and on and on (on and on and on)
Is the niggas over there, bitches right here
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
All night long, I hope you all came prepared
It's five o'clock and we ain't goin' nowhere
Oh yeah, oh, ooh wee
And will the guy the cash choose me? (Oh, yeah)
Baby, I got a man I ain't seen lately (go down to the floor)
Go to the floor (now tell me what you want)
Grab me a drink (now what you gon' do)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, down to the beat
Stand on the chairs (and dance like who?)
Dance like the freaks (now what you came to do?)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, hype the party
Writer: Abdullah R. Barr, Melissa A. Elliott, Keir Lamont Gist, Zane Grey, Timothy Z. Mosley, Renee Andrea Neufville, Leon Ware
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: Missy Elliott
Length: 5:06
Written by: Abdullah R. Barr, Melissa A. Elliott, Keir Lamont Gist, Zane Grey, Timothy Z. Mosley, Renee Andrea Neufville, Leon Ware