Bring the Pain Lyrics by Missy Elliott

Bring the Pain Lyrics

    "One two three four five six seven eight nine!" - [Chuck D]
    "Are we on the air?"

    [beat from Method Man's original "Bring the Pain" starts playing]

    [Missy Elliott]
    Uhh, uhh .. {HA?}
    Uhh {HA?} uhh {HA?}
    Uhh, this is - uhh, a Missy Elliott - uhh, exclusive
    Uh-huh.. woo!!

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

    [Chorus: Missy - singing]
    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
    Ohh, you won't be sorry
    My papi, I'm yo' mami

    [Missy]
    I'm in your life to come and let you explore {HA?}
    And take you on a tour
    The kind of guys that be talkin that noise
    Is the reason I ignore {UH-HA!}
    And you the one I wanna take to MEET MOMS
    "He's a rap superstar" {UH-HA!}
    I wanna be the one, you like
    I'm sure to do you right

    [Chorus]

    [Method Man + (Missy)]
    Is it real hon, if it's really real (let's chill)
    Maybe pop an X pill (how does 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

    [Chorus]

    [Missy]
    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
    You want my cookies I baked for you rookies
    Work hard they want me to bang bang and stick me
    If you want my nookie you got to come quickly
    M-E-T-H-O-D is ya wit me?
    [Mr. Meth] is ya wit me?

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