(Verse One)
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This is a Missy Elliott (uh) heavy hitter
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Oh, now put your back into it, uh
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I'm a pro, motherfuckers let me do it, let me do it
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To the left, one, two, three, move it, whoo
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Off beat, uh, yeah, watch my feet, yeah, whoo
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I'm bout to just go lose it, uh
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Like somebody slippin' x in my juices, uh
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And now I'm dancin' like I'm under the influence
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Shake my ass, I don't owe you no excuses, ooh
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No, n-no, n-no, I didn't, uh
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See my jeans fittin', let me take you from your bitches, whoo
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Furs and cars, it make me no difference
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Independent woman but I still spend your riches
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What you got, I got the club so hot, so hot
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And they strippin' from the boxers to the socks, uh
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I'm in the corner cos I like to look a lot, uh
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I like to see what's hot then let me go to "The Mariot"
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(Chorus)
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If you chillin' in New York, drop the bomb on it
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Livin' in LA, drop the bomb on it
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Wildin' in DC, drop the bomb on it
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You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it
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If you're ridin' in Detroit, drop the bomb on it
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Cadillac-ey too, drop the bomb on it
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ATL, dirty, drop the bomb on it
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You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it
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(Verse Two)
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Yeah, uh, go head and drop the bomb on me
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Call 9, 1, 1, this a crime homie, uh
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The flow that I throw be hard to follow
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From El Segundo straight to Chicago, yeah, ooh
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I love the way the track sittin', yeah
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Me and Timothy, whoo, la, good rhythms
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Easy on the beat, whoo, la, you didn't, uh, uh
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Slidin' in my slips like I'm Rick James' freak, (freak)
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I'm havin' fun with ya son, uh
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Ain't twenty-one, tell 'em don't need to come, uh
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Way too young to get the taste of yum, yum
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I'm way too drunk off Bacardi and rum, uh
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Don't act dumb, drop it where you from
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Rich or bum, it don't mean nothing, whoo
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You need this heat cos the track overdone, uh
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Radio drop the bomb on this one, whoo
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(Chorus)
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If you from Miami, drop the bomb on it
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From Louisville, drop the bomb on it
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Vacation in VA, drop the bomb on it
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You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it
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If you live in Las Vegas, drop the bomb on it
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Or chillin' in Philly, drop the bomb on it
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New Jersey, Brits, drop the bomb on it
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You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it
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(Verse Three)
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Ring the alarm, somebody dropping bombs, whoa, yay, whoo
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?Stronjay? I'm a park it in valet, uh
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Let my ass shake like a truck on the highway, uh
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Stayin' on my toes like I been doing ballet
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And if it snows I'm going back to Cali, uh
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No, n-no, n-no you didn't, uh
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Put the track on, nigga, stop that bullshittin', uh
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Ain't got no time, need a track that's hittin'
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And if it's hittin', here's a bomb for you listen, ooh
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(Chorus)
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If you live in Alabama, drop the bomb on it
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Stay in Mississippi, drop the bomb on it
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Chill in Ohio, drop the bomb on it
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You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it
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If you live in Texas, drop the bomb on it
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From Mexico, drop the bomb on it
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People everywhere, drop the bomb on it, come on
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You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb
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Drop The Bomb
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Missy Elliott |