Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dog in Heat , by - Missy Elliott. Release date: 13.05.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dog in Heat |
| Gimme that funk, mmm. |
| Funk, mmm. |
| yo gimme that |
| Funk. |
| sho' nuff that |
| Funk. |
| Yo, yo |
| Beware of the dogs, off the chain |
| Fuck your whips at the club we piss in the parkin lanes |
| Blow it up ten frames so you see it wide |
| If your broad ain’t fuckin she don’t need to ride (beat it) |
| She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside |
| by the spare, she hungry I’ll feed her fries |
| Cause I’ma, dog nigga, shot-call nigga |
| My shotgun talk with a lecture hall scripture |
| Applaud bitch, shake that ass |
| I getcha, drunk and high and duct tape that ass fast |
| Then leave you on your daddy front lawn (ding dong) |
| with your hair all fucked up, with one pump on |
| Get stomped on, I take the money and run |
| I’m a dog, shit I fuck right in front of your son |
| If you ain’t got Missy and Meth |
| want me to spit the hot shit for you? |
| Nigga, write your check |
| When you come home from work, I’m gon' make you do more work |
| Pour some wine in the cup, sip sippin on sizz-urp |
| Ohhh. |
| ohhh. |
| now we gon' make love to and in ya |
| SLIDE, wanna take a ride |
| When you with me oh so right, tell them boys not tonight |
| Say you chillin witcho bitch and this is one y’don’t wanna miss |
| Uhh uhh. |
| cause this love right here is on fire (fire) |
| SLIDE, wanna take a ride |
| I love it boy when you play this song |
| Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin me on |
| You keep me growlin like a dog in heat |
| Hey wodie put it down make me sleep for weeks |
| You on the block layin low, from the cops layin low |
| When you done let me know cause my love make you be like WHOA |
| Ohhh. |
| ohhh. |
| cause I got yo' mind in the trenches |
| SLIDE, let’s take a ride |
| Baby come give me some HEY WODIE ain’t no other one |
| can shine on my life and make me wanna stay the night |
| Mmmm mmmm. |
| cause you put butterflies on my stomach |
| SLIDE, baby won’t you slide |
| Yo yo I wanna gangsta BOOGIE with my GANGSTA BITCH |
| Love it when the pussy talk back thanks to dick |
| All my dogs (woof) playin the wall, get at these broads |
| You ain’t got no-ass-at'all, we ain’t fuckin wit y’all |
| I’m not your smooth lovin, see me at Casbah thuggin |
| Hands where your Stove Top be stuffin |
| Never catch Tical hand-cuffin, I’m in your party puffin |
| Smellin like that Wu-Tang production |
| Cousin tried to tell me pussy come a dime a dozen |
| And when it come around I’ll beat it down like percussion |
| Missy come and get me, I’m bout to call Doc |
| We can all meet up at Peanut’s, I heard it was the spot |
| Somebody roll the weed up, push the car lighter, kick your feet up |
| Saturday Night, who got the Fever? |
| Brought the flavor, of indonesia |
| Puff puff give type procedures |
| and this joint bumpin out your speakers |
| I’m gonna take you high to the top |
| and let your body not reject me babe |
| I’m gonna make you really love me |
| I’m gonna make you scream don’t stop |
| But you must first respect his lady |
| You must respect this lady |