Sock It 2 Me

Missy Elliott

Composición de: T.D. Bell/Melissa Elliott/Timbaland
Hehe, nigga
I'm nasty
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
No (no, no)

I was looking for affection, so I decided to go
Swing that dick in my direction, I'll be out of control
Let's take it to perfection, just you and me
Let's see if you can bring-bring-bring the nasty out of me
N-n-n-now sock it

Ooh-ahh, sock it to me like you want to, ooh (oh)
I can take it like a pro, you know (know)
Do a long-throw, with the backstroke (hey)
My hormones jumpin' like a disco (hey)
I be poppin' mess like some Crisco
All you gotta say is Missy, go
And when you say Go, I won't move slow (slow)

I'm at ya house around midnight (midnight), don't fall asleep
It'll just be me-me-me on a late-night creep
I'ma show you thangs that ya can't believe
Jump in this B.E.D., and won't ya sock it to me?
Oh, no, s-sock it to me

Ooh-ahh, sock it to me like you want to, ooh (sock it to me)
I can take it like a pro, you know
Do a long throw, with the backstroke (hey)
My hormones jumpin' like a disco (hey)
I be poppin' mess like some Crisco (heeeey)
And all you gotta say is Missy, go (oh)
And when you say Go, I won't move slow (slow)

Ooh ahh, sock it to me like you want to, ooh
I can take it like a pro, you know
Do it long bro with the back stroke
My hormones jumping like a disco
I be poppin' dish like some Crisco
And all you gotta say is Missy, go
And when you say Go, I won't move slow
(Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sock it to me

Ooh ahh, sock it to me like you want to, ooh (ooh)
I can take it like a pro, you know (you know)
Do it long bro with the back stroke
My hormones jumping like a disco (hey)
I be popping mess like some Crisco (hey)
And all you gotta say is Missy go (heeeey)
And when you say go I won't move slow

Uh
Why Missy be sockin' it to niggas like Ree-Ree?
The baddest industry bitches of the century
Hit hard, like penitentiary dick
Finally admitted that we the shit, combination is lethal
Poppin' Patron with Missy in the 600 with no see-through
Suffer the repercussions fuckin' with shit like this
We parlay puffin'
Constantly makin' niggas suffer the consequences
Gotta get these ends, bitch!
House in the Chi with a Caddy, crib in Atlanta with a Benz
Niggas been huffin’ and puffin’ but ain't tried shit
Got plenty mothafuckas that'll ride quick
Besides, kid wanna bust?
Trigger-finger itch when you fuckin’ with me
Jealous, because I live more plush
Me and Missy leave a nigga with a head rush
Bring the ruckus, plus
I'm tellin' 'em, push. And pickin' up profits
For what I'm sellin’, never gon' stop it
Sockin’ it to niggas and rockin’ it
Droppin' 'em on the spot
Heat up any block or record shop
Knockin’ you off of your socks
Guaranteed platinum, now watch two of the coldest bitches get hot

(I be the B.R.A.T.., huh' be Missy)
(We some bad bitches who be fuckin' it up)
(I be the B.R.A.T., huh' be Missy)
(We some bad bitches who be fuckin' it up)

I'm yo' nigga for life, baby! Haha
Let's continue to drive all these mothafuckas crazy
You know what I'm saying’?
Yeah, Timbaland, I see you, baby
I feel you, sock it to 'em, goddammit!
It's '9-7, this the mothafuckin' bitch era!
What y'all niggas wanna do?
Da Brat-tat-tat on that ass, once more
I'm out the do' mothafucka', yeah, uh
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