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Do it (repeat 6X)
No (repeat 3X)
Verse One: Missy Elliott
I was lookin for affection, so I decided to go
Swing that up in my direction, I ll be outta control
Let s take it to perfection, just you and me
Let s see if you can bring bring bring, the nasty out of me
Len Len Len uhh won t you sock it 2 me
Chorus: Missy Elliott
Sock it ooh ahh
Sock it 2 me like you want to ooh
I can take it like a pro you know
Move along pro with the backstroke
My hormones jumpin like a disco
I be poppin mess like some Crisco
All you gotta say is where Missy go
And when you say go I won t move slow
Verse Two: Missy Elliott
I m at your house around midnight, don t fall asleep
It ll just be me me me, on a late night creep
I m gonna show you things, that you can t believe
Jump in this b-e-d, won t you sock it 2 me
Chorus 3X
Verse Three: Da Brat
Why niggas be sockin it to em like Re-Re
the baddest bitches in the industry of the century
hit hard like penitentiary dick
finally admit it that we the shit, combination is lethal
poppin patron with Missy in the 600 with no see-through
suffer the reprecussion
then fuckin with shit like this we parlay puffin
constantly makin niggas suffer the consequence
gotta get them ends bitch
house in the Chi but I got a crib in Atlant with a Benz
might ve been huffin and puffin but ain t tried this
got plenty of my homies that ll ride quick
besides didn t wanna bust,
load it up for when I can get enough
jealous cause I live more plush
Me and Missy leavin crews with a headrush, bring the ruckus plus
I m
tellin em push, and
pickin up profits for what I m sellin never gon stop it
sockin it to beginners and rockin it
droppin em on the spot
heat up any block or record shop
knockin you off of your socks
we guaranteed platinum, watch two of the coldest dimepieces get
hot.
I be the B-R-A-T, her be Missy
We be the bad bitches who be fuckin it up
I be the B-R-A-T, her be Missy
We be the bad bitches who be fuckin it up
I m yo nigga for life ba-by
Listen to ya we drive all these motherfuckers crazy
You know what I m sayin, yeah Timbaland
I see you baby, I feel you
Sock it 2 em goddamnit
It s 9-7, this the motherfuckin bitch era
What y all niggaz wanna do
The rat-tat-tat on that ass once more
I m out the door motherfucker, yeah

It s not me, this disease
It s not you, that s not true
It s our fault, me and you
Most of all, you re not you

I dream of you, it s nothing new
I dream of you, it s nothing true...

[Intro: Atlanta Braves tomahawk chop]

[Nelly (P. Diddy)]
We do it for fun
We just do it for fun
Dirty E.A.T
We do it for fun
Bad Boy (Nelly, Diddy, Murphy Lee)
We do it for fun (This is history baby)
Bend them trucks
We do it for fun...

Swaying room as the music starts
Strangers making the most of the dark
Two by two their bodies become one

I see you through the smokey air
Can t you feel the weight of my stare
You re so close but still a world away
What I m dying to...

Über Freude könnte ich tausend Tränen weinen
Bis sie alle getrocknet sind
Und in deiner Liebe könnte ich den Weg von vielen Jahren verlieren
Das Feuer wird intensiver
Und, oh, ich fühle die Tiefe der Hingabe
Zieht mich unter die Tiefe des Ozeans mit dir...

Are you lonesome tonight,
do you miss me tonight?
Are you sorry we drifted apart?
Does your memory stray to a brighter sunny day
When I kissed you and called you sweetheart?
Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare?
Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture...