Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tamia
Tamia
Vocals
Bill Importico
Bill Importico
Recorder
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brycyn Evans
Brycyn Evans
Songwriter
Calvin Broadus
Calvin Broadus
Songwriter
Daryl Hall
Daryl Hall
Songwriter
John Oates
John Oates
Songwriter
Roosevelt Harrell
Roosevelt Harrell
Songwriter
Sara Allen
Sara Allen
Songwriter
Warren G
Warren G
Songwriter
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brycyn Evans
Brycyn Evans
Co-Producer
Edith Luis
Edith Luis
Assistant Engineer
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Co-Producer
Bill Importico
Bill Importico
Recording Engineer
Bink
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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