Missy Elliott, Method Man - Bring the Pain Lyrics

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Are we on the air?

Woo
Uh (huh?)
Uh (huh?)
Uh (huh?)
Uh (this is)
Uh (a Missy Elliott)
Uh (exclusive)
Uh-huh, woo

And I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Ooh, baby, what's your name? (Huh?)
I love the way you're spittin' the game
You made me change from thinkin all guys the same (huh?)
You the type of guy I wanna marry in months
Got exactly what I want (huh?)
And ain't no fakin' the funk
Your attitude is funk and you're makin me crunk (come on)

Yes, it's real, baby
Got me so crazy (huh?)
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 (woo)

I'm in your life to come and let you explore (huh?)
And take you on a tour (okay)
The kind of guys that be talkin' that noise
Is the reason I ignore (uh-huh)
And you the one I wanna take to meet moms
"He's a rap superstar" (uh-huh)
I wanna be the one you like
I'm sure to do you right (uh)

Yes, it's real, baby
Got me so crazy (uh)
Light my fire, dirty
Like the way you serve me (ooh-ooh)
Stimulate my body
Crunk, just like a party
Oh, you won't be sorry
My papi, I'm your mami (ooh)

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? 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 brand new bag
Hidden in the stash 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

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

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 (come on)
You want my cookies I baked for you rookies
Work hard to book me to bang-bang and stick me
If you want my nookie, you gots to come quickly
M-E-T-H-O-D is you with me?
(Mr. Meth) is you with me?