| Let’s make it hot for the clubs
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| Wooooo!
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| (*"This is fire!"cut and scratched*)
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| Down South girls got them real BIG BUTTS
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| Real big butts make ya man wanna look (OH!)
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| Back it up, flip it up, skinny girls — eugh!
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| Love my guts, so fuck a tummy tuck
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| (Oh yeaaah?) Yeah! |
| I shakes my butt
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| I shakes my gut like «yeah, bitch what?»
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| Yeah I likes it rough, tough
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| Ask your man how I’m good in handcuffs
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| Me and Nelly came to rock the club
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| Pack the place, don’t push or shove
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| Out of the club, straight to the crib
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| I’ll let you know if the sex was good
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| Pump it up!
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| Pump it up!
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| Pump it up!
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| Pump it up!
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| This is how me and Nelly pump it up Pump it up!
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| Pump it up!
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| Pump it up!
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| Pump it up!
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| DOWN SOUTH PLAYERS! |
| WE GOT THAT FIRE MADE!
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| Get up on my booty, tutti-fruiti on the rooty
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| I’m a thick chick, skinny girls act snooty
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| No matter what your size, my big thighs’ll do my duty
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| Look at the way my rump shake like a movie (SAY WHAAAT?)
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| See my tight jeans and the coochie
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| Spend a little looty, you gotta WORK for the booty (Yup)
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| Me and Nelly HOT ON THE TRACK (Track!)
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| Nelly, can’t no-one EVER TOP THAT (Top that!)
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| Niggaz we came to rock the club (C'mon!)
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| DJs better Pump It Up Motherfuckers need to back it up
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| 'Cause we gon’tear the roof off the club
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| (*beat stops, needle crackling*)
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| *talking*
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| You know, Down South chicks got big asses
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| and we a little heavy sometime, but when
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| you’re from the South, we don’t call that
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| «fat». |
| We call that «big-boned». |
| Fo’sho
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| (*scratching, beat starts again*)
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| Yeah, ma! |
| I heard you like the magic stick
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| Me? |
| I got the gadget stick, it’s like «Go, go, gadget dick»
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| You know, make you climb the walls and shit
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| I make her wanna press pause and shit
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| Walk up in the party, girls swingin’they panties
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| They was doing that before I had them brandys
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| I get a little freaky when I’m in my yammy
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| I may act a little freaky but I still got manners
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| It’s Nelly, felony, and Missy Misdemeanor
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| Both going down, there’s just to many heaters
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| Check the records, we got records that broke records in record time
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| I ain’t talkin’about the records that they buyin'
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| Lyin', can a nigga keep up with me?
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| You see I, still standin VI stackin’the «Ride Wit Me»
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| You struggle to recoup
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| I struggle on which Coup’to ride in See how we be stylin'?
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| (*"This is fire!"cut and scratched to fade*) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pump It Up , by - Missy Elliott. Song from the album This Is Not a Test!, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп