Work It - Work It Lyrics

Missie Elliot
Work It

[Chorus]
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thang down, flip it and reverse it
If you got a big [elephant], let me search it
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
[Verse 1]
I'd like to get to know ya, so I can show ya
Put the pussy on ya, like I told ya
Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya
Your girl acting stank than call me yova
Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa
But before you come I need to shave my chocha
You do or you don't or you will or won't cha
Go downtown and eat it like a vulcha
See my ass and my lips don't cha
Lost a few pounds in my waist for ya
This the kinda beat that go bha ta ta
Ra ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta
Sex me so good I say blah blah blah
Work it, I need a glass of water
Boy oh boy its good to know ya

[repeat chorus]

[verse 2]
If you're a fly gal, then get your nails done
Get a pedicure, get your hair did
Boy lift it up, lets make a toasta
Lets get drunk, its gonna bring us closa
Don't I look like a Halle Berry posta?
See da Belvedere playin tricks on ya
Girlfriend wanna be like me neva
You won't find a bitch that's even betta
I make it hot as Las Vegasweatha
Listen up close while I take you back
I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want
I love your braids and your mouth full of fonts [?]
Love the way my ass bump bump bump bump bump bump
Keep your eyes on my bump bump bump bump bump
And think you can handle this ga-dunk ga-dunk dunk
Take my thong off and my ass go boom
Cut the lights off so you see what I can do

[repeat chorus]

[verse 3]
Boys, boys, all type of boys
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys
White like Antonio
Girls, girls, get that cash
If its 9 to 5 or shakin that ass
Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang
Just make sure you ahead of tha game
Just cuz I got a lot of fame supa
Prince couldn't get me change my name papa

Picture blacks sayin oh yes a masta
Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor
Minute man big red can outlast ya
Who is the best, I don't have to ask ya
When I come out, you won't even matta
Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh
So you act dumb like ughhh, duh
And the drummer boy go pa rum pum pum pum
Give ya some a some some of this in a bun

[repeat chorus]

To my fellas,
Good God, I like the way you work that
[scratching]
To my ladies, woo
You sure know how to work that, good God