Funky Fresh Dressed

[Intro: Missy]
Here's a little story that must be told
And it goes a little something like this
This is a Misdemeanor exclusive
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Yes, t-turn the volume up
Yes, t-t-turn the volume up
This is an exclusive (Turn the volume up)

[Verse 1: Missy]
It's very necessary, on the contrary
No, you do not scare me, is you drinkin' Bloody Mary?
For this, you better hurry, before I have to bury
My attitude is bitchy, 'cause my period is heavy
I used to drive a Chevy, put twenties on that Bevy
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
'Cause 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-funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)
Funky-funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky-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 lookin' 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, 'cause 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', 'cause when I come out bustin'
That's why y'all be discussin' who I like and who I'm fuckin'

[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-funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)
Funky-funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky-funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)

[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

[Verse 3: Ms. Jade]
I had a little homie named Paul Revere
Smokes blunt after blunt, guzzled 40's of beer
Used to 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 to 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
Niggas keep drawin', the streets keep callin'
Drink til' I'm nice and uh, uh-uh, on'n
I'm bad luck, y'all mad 'cause y'all suck
Please do not try to fuck with this young buck
Please do not try to fuck with this young buck

[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-funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)
Funky-funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky-funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)