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    Missy Elliott / Lyrics

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    "Dog In Heat" Lyrics

    Missy Elliott feat. Method Man and Redman

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    Gimme that funk, mmm..
    Funk, mmm.. yo gimme that
    Funk.. sho' nuff that

    Yo, yo
    Beware of the dogs, off the chain
    Fuck your whips at the club we piss in the parkin lanes
    Blow it up ten frames so you see it wide
    If your broad ain't fuckin she don't need to ride (beat it)
    She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside
    by the spare, she hungry I'll feed her fries
    Cause I'ma, dog nigga, shot-call nigga
    My shotgun talk with a lecture hall scripture
    Applaud {*ahh*} bitch, shake that ass
    I getcha, drunk and high and duct tape that ass fast
    Then leave you on your daddy front lawn (ding dong)
    with your hair all fucked up, with one pump on
    Get stomped on, I take the money and run
    I'm a dog, shit I fuck right in front of your son
    If you ain't got Missy and Meth
    want me to spit the hot shit for you? Nigga, write your check

    When you come home from work, I'm gon' make you do more work
    Pour some wine in the cup, sip sippin on sizz-urp
    Ohhh.. ohhh.. now we gon' make love to and in ya
    SLIDE, wanna take a ride
    When you with me oh so right, tell them boys not tonight
    Say you chillin witcho bitch and this is one y'don't wanna miss
    Uhh uhh.. cause this love right here is on fire (fire)
    SLIDE, wanna take a ride

    [Chorus: repeat 2X]
    I love it boy when you play this song
    Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin me on
    You keep me growlin like a dog in heat
    Hey wodie put it down make me sleep for weeks

    You on the block layin low, from the cops layin low
    When you done let me know cause my love make you be like WHOA
    Ohhh.. ohhh.. cause I got yo' mind in the trenches
    SLIDE, let's take a ride
    Baby come give me some HEY WODIE ain't no other one
    can shine on my life and make me wanna stay the night
    Mmmm mmmm.. cause you put butterflies on my stomach
    SLIDE, baby won't you slide


    [Method Man]
    Yo yo I wanna gangsta BOOGIE with my GANGSTA BITCH
    Love it when the pussy talk back thanks to dick
    All my dogs (woof) playin the wall, get at these broads
    You ain't got no-ass-at'all, we ain't fuckin wit y'all
    I'm not your smooth lovin, see me at Casbah thuggin
    Hands where your Stove Top be stuffin
    Never catch Tical hand-cuffin, I'm in your party puffin
    Smellin like that Wu-Tang production
    Cousin tried to tell me pussy come a dime a dozen
    And when it come around I'll beat it down like percussion
    Missy come and get me, I'm bout to call Doc
    We can all meet up at Peanut's, I heard it was the spot
    Somebody roll the weed up, push the car lighter, kick your feet up
    Saturday Night, who got the Fever?
    Brought the flavor, of indonesia
    Puff puff give type procedures
    and this joint bumpin out your speakers


    I'm gonna take you high to the top
    and let your body not reject me babe
    I'm gonna make you really love me
    I'm gonna make you scream don't stop
    But you must first respect his lady
    You must respect this lady
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to 2EZ for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Timothy Mosley, Reggie Noble, Clifford Smith, Missy Elliott.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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