Elliott Missy Funky Fresh Dressed Lyrics

Funky Fresh Dressed Lyrics

Thanks to hanifrobinson@hotmail.com for these lyrics.

 

 f/ Ms. Jade

 

 [Intro: Missy]

 This is a Misdemeanor exclusive

 If your radio is experiencing any kind of difficulties

 Turn the volume up

 Yes, turn the volume up

 Yes, turn the volume up

 This is an exclusive (Turn the volume up)

 

 [Verse 1: Missy]

 It's very necessary, on the contray

 No you do not scare me, is you drinkin' Bloody Mary?

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

 My attitude is bitchy, cuz my period is heavy

 I used to drive a Chevy, put twenties on that baby

 My nigga was the shit, but then that stupid nigga left me

 And now I'm lovin' Larry, but Larry go with Terri

 And Terri is a freak, but it's his baby she will carry

 The life he live's a fairy, cartoon like "Tom and Jerry"

 My flow is legendary and your style is temporary

 Yeah, you need to worry, like Jason, it gets scary

 The words that I spit don't fit in that category

 Is my vision blurry? My speech is very slurry

 Me without Tim is like Jamaicans with no curry

 And yes, it's necessary, so hurry, nigga, hurry

 Cuz when this album drops, you whack MC's will all get burried

 

 [Chorus]

 Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party

 Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)

 Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party

 Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)

 Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party

 Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)

 Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party

 Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)

 

 [Verse 2: Missy]

 Your style's very crummy, that's why you have no money

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

 Don't try to come before me, unless you are a dummy

 Repeat, you'll lose your teeth and I would hate to call you gummy

 Rainy or sunny, battle no way, honey

 This not a game of Hide-and-Seek, go call ya mummy

 It's about get so ugly, and I'ma keep y'all runnin'

 Hiding from me, cuz you know you are weak

 You ain't sayin' nothin', I keep it jumpin' jumpin'

 In your Kenwoods, I'm bumpin' sumthin' in ya trunk'n

 You can say I'm buggin', cuz when I come out bustin'

 That's why y'all be discussin' who I like and who I'm fuckin'

 

 Repeat Chorus

 

 [Break: Timbaland]

 C'mon, c'mon

 C'mon, c'mon

 C'mon, c'mon

 Fickidy, uh, uh, uh

 C'mon, c'mon

 C'mon, c'mon

 

 (*Beat changes)

 

 [Verse 3: Ms. Jade]

 I had a little homie named Paul Revere

 Smokes blunt after blunt, guzzled 40's of beer

 He would swear up and down every first of the year

 He was gon' quit smokin', but he never did

 Watch y'all huskey, it's about that time

 Gettin' ready for the club 'round quarter til' nine

 Couple bottles of hypnotic in the back of the ride

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

 Me and Missy ballin' up the avenue

 Funky fresh dressed to impress, we mackin' dudes

 Music biz only reason I ain't jackin fools

 You know bullshit walk and stackin' rules

 Shit keeps drawin', the streets keep callin'

 Drink til' I'm nice and uh, uh-uh, on'n

 I'm bad luck, y'all mad cuz y'all suck

 Please do not try to fuck with young duck

 Please do not try to fuck with young duck

 

 (*Beat switches back to original)

 

 Repeat Chorus