Sock It 2 Me lyrics

Uh-huh, nigga, yeah I'm nasty Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it Uh-huh, take it slow No (no, no) I was lookin' for affection, so I decided to go Swing that dick in my direction, I'll be out of 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 N-n-n-now sock it Ooh, ah, sock it to me like you want to, ooh (oh) I can take it like a pro, you know (know) Do a long-throw with the backstroke (hey) My hormones jumpin' like a disco (hey) I be poppin' mess, like some Crisco All ya gotta say is: Missy, go And when ya say go, I won't move slow (slow) I'm at your house around midnight (midnight), don't fall asleep It'll just be me-me-me on a late-night creep I'ma show you thangs that you can't believe Jump in this B-E-D, and won't you sock it to me? S-s-s-sock it to me Ooh, ah, sock it to me like you want to, ooh (sock it to me) I can take it like a pro, you know (know) Do a long-throw with the backstroke (hey) My hormones jumpin' like a disco (hey) I be poppin' mess, like some Crisco (hey) All ya gotta say is Missy, go (hey) And when ya say go, I won't move slow (move slow) Ooh, ah, sock it to me like you want to, ooh I can take it like a pro, you know Do a long-throw with the backstroke My hormones jumpin' like a disco I be poppin' mess, like some Crisco All ya gotta say is: Missy, go And when ya say go, I won't move slow (Uh-huh, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, sock it to me) Ooh, ah, sock it to me like you want to, ooh (ooh) I can take it like a pro, you know (you know) Do a long-throw with the backstroke My hormones jumpin' like a disco (hey) I be poppin' mess, like some Crisco (hey) And all ya gotta say is: Missy, go (hey) And when ya say go, I won't move slow (uh) While Missy be sockin' it to niggas like RiRi The baddest industry bitches of the century hit hard, like penitentiary dick Finally admitted that we the shit Combination is lethal Poppin' Patrón wit' Missy in the 600 wit' no see-through Suffer the repercussions, fuckin' wit' shit like this We parlay puffin', constantly makin' niggas suffer the consequences Gotta get these ends, bitch! House in the Chi' wit' a Cadi' Crib in Atlanta wit' a Benz Niggas been huffin' and puffin' but ain't tried shit Got plenty mothafuckas that'd ride quick Besides, kid wanna bust? Trigger-finger itch when you fuckin' wit' me Jealous, because I live mo' plush Me 'n Missy leave a nigga wit' a head rush, bring the ruckus Plus, I'm tellin' 'em, pushin', 'n pickin' up profits for what I'm sellin' Never gon' stop it Sockin' it to niggas and rockin' it, droppin' 'em on the spot Heat-up any block or record shop Knockin' you off o' yo' socks Guaranteed platinum, watch two o' the coldest bitches get hot (I be the BRAT, her be Missy) (We some bad bitches who be fuckin' it up) (I'm the BRAT, her be Missy) (And we some bad bitches who be fuckin' it up) I'm yo' nigga fo' life, baby! Haha Let's continue to drive all these mofucka's crazy You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah Timbaland: I see you, baby I feel you, uh, sock it to 'em, God damn it! It's 97, this the mothafuckin' bitch era What y'all niggas wan‘ do? Da Brat-tat-tat on dat ass once more, uh I'm out the do', mofucka', yeah, uh