Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tamia
Vocals
Bill Importico
Recorder
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brycyn Evans
Songwriter
Calvin Broadus
Songwriter
Daryl Hall
Songwriter
John Oates
Songwriter
Roosevelt Harrell
Songwriter
Sara Allen
Songwriter
Warren G
Songwriter
Missy Elliott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brycyn Evans
Co-Producer
Edith Luis
Assistant Engineer
Missy Elliott
Co-Producer
Bill Importico
Recording Engineer
Bink
Producer
Lyrics
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
(Yo, yo, yo uh)
Why you got an attitude?
(Uh-huh, yo)
Why you acting all foolish?
(Uh-huh, yo)
When you see me out in the street boy
(Ugh)
You wanna embarass me, call me names
Slap my face until
Until you see my friends come, ooh
Then you wanna try to console me, oh
(Uh-huh, yo, yo)
But they already know boy
(They already know boy)
Cause for the last week I've been in the house
And I've cried and cried
Chorus
I can't go for that, no, no, no can do
I can't go for that, no, no, no can do
I can't go for that, no, no, no can do
I can't go for that, can't go for that
Can't go for that
Now you bring me flowers
(Uh, what?)
You say you got it together
(Uh, yo)
Soon as I let my guard down
(Ugh)
Oh there you go again
In my grill till I call the cops then
Then you wanna chill out and say
(Ooh, say what?)
I'm the one who's buggin'
(Oh)
But, no, no it's you, you see
(No, no, it's you, you see)
Every time I go out
You come grabbin' all over me
Chorus
Why you trippin?
Get your hands off me
Why you illin?
I'm supposed to be your nubian queen
Why you trippin?
Get your hands off me
Why you illin?
I'm supposed to be your nubian queen
I'm supposed to be your nubian queen, oh
Chorus Until fade
Writer(s): Daryl Hall, John Oates, Sara Allen, Missy Elliott, Brycyn Jamari Malykke Evans, Roosevelt Harrell
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