Yeeh-uh! What's the deal, ya'll? This is Missy Elliott Givin' y'all magazine writers, radio cats, listeners, or plain-ol' haters a small piece o'– O' my album, which is titled Under Construction Under Construction simply states that I'm a work in progress I'm workin' on myself, you know Uh, ever since Aaliyah passed, I view life in a more valuable way Lookin' at hate 'n anger, 'n gossip–or just plain-ol' bullshit became ignorant to me When you realize in the blink of an eye, when you're walkin' down a church aisle That was meant for weddin's, 'n happiness But realize those same church aisles are used to–to view a loved one for the last time From the World Trade families to the Left-Eye family Big Pun family, you know? Biggie family, Pac family, to the hip-hop family We all under construction, trynna' rebuild, you know, ourselves Hip-hop can gain respect from, you know–not even respect from, but just, like, rock 'n roll And it took us a lot of hard work to get here So all that hate 'n animosity between folks? Ya needa kill it wit' a skillet! You don't see Bill Gates 'n Donald Trump arguin' wit' each other 'Cause both of them got paper, and they got betta' shit to do: Get mo' paper! So, all I'm sayin' is: Let's take hip-hop back to the roots Follow me (Hardworking, the star of the show) misdemeanor! (Hardworking, the star of the show) mister Mo's on the beats! (Hardworking, the star of the show) 2000, eternity! (Hardworking, the star of the show) I am the star of the show Let the show begin (This is a Missy Elliott exclusive) Mama say, mama saw, Mama, can you do 'dis? Talkin' like you badass when you just knew who 'dat is Erry' time I come out, ya'll be like: Who 'dat is? Be more like Ashanti and be un-foolish You don't really want to bring it wit' me You wear Donna, I sport the Fendi My Lamborghini against your Benz y Dirty diamonds in ya' rings, see mine's clean-clean-clean? Ding-di-di di-di-ding da-ding-ding! I used to get so high, they called me Ming Lee Spiked-up my hair, done looked like Don King Haters keep on hatin', 'cause 'dem don't worry we 'Dem no worry we, nor me 'n Timothy M-I-S-E, slim-down my bod-y-y-y Bang-bang to the boogie, ooh-wee Playa', keep on playin' 'n watch me do my duty Go to the flo' (now tell me what you want) Grab me a drink (now whatcha' came to do?) I came to shake, shake my booty down Down to the beat (ooh-ooh!) Stand on the chairs (and dance like who?) Dance like the freaks (and whatcha' came to do?) I came to shake, shake my booty down Hike the party I'm underrated, glad I made it independent-operated I never hesitated, haters keep me motivated Da beat is penetrated, I let Timmy regulate it And we lay-ded in the shade-d, drink a glass o' lemonade-d Damn, I'm faded! Ain't no otha' way to say it, it ain't that complicated Ain't no other chick gon' Eva' make me feel invaded I keep droppin' hits, like water-breakin', two centimeters and I'm dilatin' Radio, be patient, ho Shh! Come on, check my translation! From my observation, my fans is real patient They don't wanna hear the lies, so stop fakin' ’Cause ya' greasy like bacon, keep my stomach achin’ If you wanna battle, let there be no more delayin' I hope ya did some prayin' 'cause when I come swayin' Pop, sha, pop-pop-pop! Yeah Sometimes, I flow, sometimes, quick You is on the verge of kissin' ass so slick I be on the verge of makin' hit-after-hit 'Dis 'dat kinda shit don't tell ya' mammy, don't forget! Go to the flo' (now tell me what you want) Grab me a drink (now whatcha' came to do?) I came to shake, shake my booty down Down to the beat (ooh-ooh!) Stand on the chairs (and dance like who?) Dance like the freaks (and whatcha' came to do?) I came to shake, shake my booty down Hike the party Everybody, move your body, now do it Here is something that's gonna make you move 'n groove Hey, DJ, keep playin' that song all night On and on, and on (on and on, and on and on) (Now is tha' nigga's ova there?) Bitches, right here, yep, yep, yep, yep-yep, yep-yep, yeeh-uh All night long, I hope you all came prepared It's 5: 00 and we ain't goin' nowhere, aw, yeah, ooh-wee And will the guy with the cash choose me? Aw, yeah, baby I got a man I ain't seen lately (Welcome to the floor!) Go to the flo' (now tell me what you want) Grab me a drink (now whatcha' came to do?) I came to shake, shake my booty down Down to the beat (ooh-ooh!) Stand on the chairs (and dance like who?) Dance like the freaks (and whatcha' came to do?) I came to shake, shake my booty down Hike the party