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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Missy Elliott
Vocals
Method Man
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Missy Elliott
Songwriter
Clifford Smith
Songwriter
Timbaland
Songwriter
Carlton Douglas Ridenhour
Songwriter
Gary Rinaldo
Songwriter
Hank Shocklee
Songwriter
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Missy Elliott
Co-Producer
Timbaland
Producer
Demacio Castellon
Assistant Recording Engineer
Marc Lee
Assistant Recording Engineer
Carlos Bedoya
Recording Engineer
Jimmy Douglass
Mixing Engineer
Herb Powers
Mastering Engineer
Steamy
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
Are we on the air?
This is a Missy Elliott exclusive
[Verse 2]
I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Ooh baby, what's your name?
I love the way you're spittin' the game
You made me change from thinkin' all guy the same
You the type of guy I wanna marry in months
Got exactly what I want
And ain't no fakin' the funk
Your attitude is funk and you're makin' me crunk (C'mon)
[Verse 3]
Yes, it's real, baby
Got me so crazy
Light my fire dirty
Like the way you serve me
Stimulate my body
Crunk just like a party
Oh, you won't be sorry
My papi, I'm your mami
[Verse 4]
I'm in your life to come and let you explore
Take you on a tour
The kind of guys that be talkin' that noise
Is the reason I ignore
And you the one I wanna take to (Meet moms)
He's a rap superstar
I wanna be the one
You like, I'm sure to do you right
[Verse 5]
Yes, it's real, baby
Got me so crazy
Light my fire dirty
Like the way you serve me
Stimulate my body
Crunk just like a party
Oh, you won't be sorry
My papi, I'm your mami
[Verse 6]
Is it real, hon, if it's really real? (Let's chill)
Maybe pop an X pill (How the sex feel?)
Come and get your next thrill (You the raw deal)
Yo, I'm sayin' if your man won't (Mr. Meth will)
That's amore, all day, mind over matter
And my forte is foreplay, sex on a platter, have it your way
Then who'll serve you everything on the menu
And all that freak shit that you into
Sweet lady, you drive me half crazy
Maybe, we can go half on a baby (On a baby?)
Poppa got a grand new bag
Hidden in this dash of his brand new Jag
Lovely, kick your shoes off and get comfy
We can bump uglies if you ain't got your monthly
Yes, I like American Pie
Tell 'em M-I, crooked letter, crooked letter, Y
[Verse 7]
Yes, it's real, baby
Got me so crazy
Light my fire dirty
Like the way you serve me
Stimulate my body
Crunk just like a party
Oh, you won't be sorry
My papi, I'm your mami
[Verse 8]
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-I-S-S-Y, I am
I came, came to bang, bang the boogie
I see you lookin' to bang out my nookie
You want my cookies I bake for you rookies
Work hard, they want me to bang, bang and stick me
If you want my nookie you got to come quickly
M-E-T-H-O-D, is you with me?
(Mr. Meth) Is you with me?
Written by: Clifford Smith, Missy Elliott, Timbaland