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  • Текст песни Ms. Jade - Feel The Girl



    [Intro]
    Ladies and gentlemen
    Ladies and gentlemen
    (Ms. Jade) Lay lay lay ladies and gentlemen
    (Ms. Jade) Ladies and gentlemen
    (Ms. Jade) Ladies and gentlemen
    (Ms. Jade) Lay ladies and gentlemen
    (Ms. Jade) *skrip skirt skrip* Lay lay
    (Ms. Jade) La la la lay
    *Earr err err*

    [Verse 1]
    Ms. Jade's the name comin to ruin the game
    bringin the thunder and rain, bustin a train or a plane
    Me and my girls shrivel all over the world
    Makin you stumble and hurl, braids ponytails and the curls
    I got them folk pumpin and movin around
    Jumpin and gettin it down, sweatin and workin it now
    No question, gonna throw on them clothes tonight
    So set them bows tonight, engines gon' hum on the bikes
    No matter is he black, peurto rican or white
    Stiletto, Timbs, and them Nike's, free chicken wings and some rice
    I got your dude lickin my toes and stuff
    What wha wha wha what, light the chronic up!
    I know y'all gonna love when I do it
    I do it professional like Duro and Clue
    doin it all for the loot
    Y'all better get them asses up out the seats
    sweat runnin down your cheeks, virgins turn into freaks

    [Chorus] x2

    (Timbaland:) *Fricka fa frick* feel the girl
    (Ms. Jade:) Ms. Jaaaaaaade
    (Timbaland:) *Fricka fa frick fa frick* feel the girl
    (Ms. Jade:) Ms. Jaaaaaaade
    (Timbaland:) *Frickida frick fa frick* feel the girl she'll
    (Ms. Jade:) Ms. Jaaaaaaade

    Light the chronic up!

    [Verse 2]
    Ya bet was lost, time to set it off
    Shoppin at the mall, don't care what it cost
    Concerned about who be in my sheets
    You got beef with me? Then don't speak to me
    Like how my flow different kinda pace
    Garbage and the waste, "please get out my face"
    You wanna taste? Miss me like I'm Mase
    You wanna taste? Like me William H.
    I'm leavin y'all toothless like Gerome
    rollin on the chromes, two ways and the phones
    This Philly chick ain't wit this silly shit
    Blunts and dutches licked, scrapin up for rent
    Rat smugg-el-in, like the government
    Keep 'em bub-bel-in, take it on the chin
    So now they all duckin from the slugs
    kisses and the hugs, just cut up the rug!

    [Chorus] x2

    [Verse 3]
    I ain't gon' stop, 'til I'm satisfied
    Chain hangin like Nas, see right through the lies
    Y'all never knew a dame could be so tight--
    killin and feelin it right, gettin it on tonight
    We keep it real, type of chicks we are
    gettin nice at the bar, bang it loud in your car
    I'm from the town, niggas gon' hold me down
    Lost but now I'm found, watch me snatch the crown
    I clear my throat, ladies spit what I wrote
    takin off my coat, stuntin tryin to poke
    We in the back, countin and peelin the stacks
    combin and brushin the tracks--y'all can't hold me back
    I'm comin out switchin and changin your route
    Takin it to the house, bills and large amounts
    I got the club bouncin and shakin they frames
    Masculine puff and then pass, if your feelin in Philly then dance

    [Chorus] x4

    (Timbaland:)
    *Frid fra frick fra* feel the girl
    *Frid fra freaky freaky* feel the girl
    *Freh freh freh* feel *fee* feel the girl
    *Shh doha doha digga doha doha fra fricky fricky* feel the girl
    *Fra fridicka* feel the girl
    *Fra freh freh freh freh freh* feel feel feel feel
    *Fra fra freaky* feel