Funky Fresh Dressed
Missy Elliott Lyrics

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The song you're about to hear is by Missy Elliott and can only be heard here.

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Yes, turn the volume up
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Yes, turn the volume up
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It's very necessary, on the contrary
What I'm about to say is very important, despite what you may think

No you do not scare me, is you drinkin' Bloody Mary?
I'm not afraid of you, but are you drinking Bloody Mary?

But shit, you betta hurry, before I have to bury
But you better hurry up before I have to bury you

My attitude is bitchy, 'cause my period is heavy
I'm in a bad mood because I have a heavy period

I used to drive a Chevy, put twenties on that baby
I used to have a Chevy and put 20-inch wheels on it

My nigga was the shit, but then that stupid nigga left me
My boyfriend was amazing, but then he stupidly broke up with me

And now I'm lovin' Larry, but Larry go with Terri
Now I'm with Larry, but he's also dating Terri

And Terri is a freak, but it's his baby she will carry
Terri is promiscuous but she's pregnant with Larry's baby

The life he live's a fairy, cartoon like 'Tom and Jerry'
Larry's life seems imaginative like 'Tom and Jerry'

My flow is legendary and your style is temporary
My rap style is timeless and yours is fleeting

Yeah, you need to worry, like Jason, it gets scary
You should be worried, like when Jason is around

The words that I spit don't fit in that category
The words I rap don't fit into any category

Is my vision blurry? My speech is very slurry
Am I seeing things poorly? Am I slurring my words?

Me without Tim is like Jamaicans with no curry
I need Timbaland like Jamaicans need curry

And yes, it's necessary, so hurry, nigga, hurry
Yes, it's important, so hurry up

'Cause when this album drops, you whack MC's will all get buried
When my album drops, all the bad rappers will be overshadowed by me

Your style's very crummy, that's why you have no money
Your style is terrible, that's why you're broke

You always looking bummy, I don't care if you don't love me
You always look untidy, I don't care if you don't love me

Don't try to come before me, unless you are a dummy
Don't try to beat me, unless you're an idiot

Repeat, you'll lose your teeth and I would hate to call you gummy
If you try again, you'll lose your teeth and I hate having to call people with no teeth 'gummy'

Rainy or sunny, battle no way, honey
Whether it's raining or sunny, there's no contest, honey

This not a game of hide-and-seek, go call ya mummy
This isn't a child's game, go call your mom

It's about get so ugly, and I'ma keep why'all runnin'
It's about to get ugly, and I'm going to keep you all running

Hiding from me, 'cause you know you are weak
You're hiding from me because you know you're weak

You ain't sayin' nothin', I keep it jumpin' jumpin'
You're not saying anything important, but I'm keeping this party jumping!

In your Kenwoods, I'm bumpin' sumthin' in ya trunk'n
I'm blasting my music through your Kenwood speakers, making your trunk shake

You can say I'm buggin', 'cause when I come out bustin'
You can say I'm crazy, but when I start rapping

That's why why'all be discussin' who I like and who I'm fuckin'
That's why you all talk about who I like and who I'm having sex with

I had a little homie named Paul Revere
I had a friend named Paul Revere

Smokes blunt after blunt, guzzled forties of beer
He smoked a lot of weed and drank a lot of beer

He would swear up and down every first of the year
He would always make promises at the beginning of each year

He was gon' quit smokin', but he never did
He was going to stop smoking, but he never did

Watch why'all huskey, it's about that time
Be careful, it's about that time

Gettin' ready for the club 'round quarter til' nine
Getting ready to go to the club around 8:45

Couple bottles of hypnotic in the back of the ride
There are a couple bottles of Hpnotiq in the backseat of the car

Might spit like a girl, but I hit like a guy
I may rap like a girl, but I hit like a guy

Me and Missy ballin' up the avenue
Missy and I are cruising up the avenue

Funky fresh dressed to impress, we mackin' dudes
We're looking good and hitting on guys

Music biz only reason I ain't jackin' fools
The music business is the only reason I'm not stealing from people

You know bullshit walk and stackin' rules
In this business, you have to talk the talk and follow the rules

Shit keeps drawin', the streets keep callin'
I keep getting pulled in, the streets keep calling me

Drink til' I'm nice and uh, uh-uh, on'n
I'm going to keep drinking until I feel good

I'm bad luck, why'all mad 'cause why'all suck
I bring bad luck, and you're mad because you're terrible

Please do not try to fuck with young duck
Don't try to mess with the young duck

Please do not try to fuck with young duck
Don't try to mess with the young duck

Please do not try to fuck with young duck
Don't try to mess with the young duck