Pump It Up Lyrics

Pump It Up lyrics


(feat. Nelly)


[Missy Elliott {Nelly}]



Hey yo, Nelly! This is fire

{What you talkin' about, girl?}

Let's make it hot for the clubs

{Missy!} Wooooo!



["This is fire!" cut and scratched]



[Verse 1 - Missy Elliott]

Down South girls got them real BIG BUTTS

Real big butts make ya man wanna look (OH!)

Back it up, flip it up, skinny girls - eugh!

Love my guts, so fuck a tummy tuck

(Oh yeaaah?) Yeah! I shakes my butt

I shakes my gut like "yeah, bitch what?"

Yeah I likes it rough, tough

Ask your man how I'm good in handcuffs

Me and Nelly came to rock the club

Pack the place, don't push or shove

Out of the club, straight to the crib

I'll let you know if the sex was good



[Hook - Missy Elliott + {Timbaland}]

Pump it up! {Show me love, G}

Pump it up! {Let me see what you working wit'}

Pump it up! {Let me see those big-ass hips}

Pump it up! {Pump it up}

This is how me and Nelly pump it up

Pump it up! {Show me love, G}

Pump it up! {Let me see what you workin wit'}

Pump it up! {Let me see those big-ass hips}

Pump it up! {Pump it up}

C'mon



[Verse 2 - Missy Elliott]

DOWN SOUTH PLAYERS! WE GOT THAT FIRE MADE!

Get up on my booty, tutti-fruiti on the rooty

I'm a thick chick, skinny girls act snooty

No matter what your size, my big thighs'll do my duty

Look at the way my rump shake like a movie (SAY WHAAAT?)

See my tight jeans and the coochie

Spend a little looty, you gotta WORK for the booty (Yup)

Me and Nelly HOT ON THE TRACK (Track!)

Nelly, can't no-one EVER TOP THAT (Top that!)

Niggaz we came to rock the club (C'mon!)

DJs better Pump It Up

Motherfuckers need to back it up

'Cause we gon' tear the roof off the club



[Hook]



[beat stops, needle crackling]



[Missy talking]

You know, Down South chicks got big asses

and we a little heavy sometime, but when

you're from the South, we don't call that

"fat". We call that "big-boned". Fo' sho



[scratching, beat starts again]



[Verse 3 - Nelly]

Yeah, ma! I heard you like the magic stick

Me? I got the gadget stick, it's like "Go, go, gadget dick"

You know, make you climb the walls and shit

I make her wanna press pause and shit

Walk up in the party, girls swingin' they panties

They was doing that before I had them brandys

I get a little freaky when I'm in my yammy

I may act a little freaky but I still got manners

It's Nelly, felony, and Missy Misdemeanor

Both going down, there's just to many heaters

Check the records, we got records that broke records in record time

I ain't talkin' about the records that they  buyin'

Lyin', can a nigga keep up with me?

You see I, still standin VI stackin' the "Ride Wit Me"

You struggle to recoup

I struggle on which Coup' to ride in

[Missy] See how we be stylin'?



[Hook]



["This is fire!" cut and scratched to fade]