Scream AKA Itchin'
Music.. Huh, huh.. ohhh.. Huh, huh.. ohhh.. Huh, huh.. ohhh.. I met him in the Bahamas, I love that nigga per-sona Smoke that nigga marijuana, get freaky call me Madonna Lay on the bed he follow, bone him until to-morrah Make him sing high sopran-ah, AHHHHHHHH!! Fifty-fo'-fifty-fifty, Mr. Act-Super-Kinky Baby what you gon' get me, is some rings for my lil' pinkie Money will multiply, 'fore you run up inside Make me all weak and tired, mmhmmm.. [Chorus: Timbaland + Missy] You got ta.. (scream) If you up in the club, you think you tearin it up You got ta, got ta.. (scream) Well pour most of the liquor, then you watchin people buzz You got ta, got ta.. (scream) If you from out of town, you think you're holdin it down You got ta, got ta.. (scream) You got ta.. you got ta.. [Missy] He say he from Puerto Rico, he told me to call him Chico Freakin up in the Nico, my ego got really negro Throw the heat throw heat be bold, though I'm like dice in cee-lo Makin heads scream and moan, AHHHHH!!! Send 'em back home Boy is really worth it, just to get dirty dirty Give me that liquor liquor, make me talk slurry slurry Money will multiply, 'fore you run up inside Get me all weak and tired, mmhmmm.. [Chorus] [Missy] He asked could he rock my body, he also asked could he buy me A drink six-oh Ferrari, then ride up in my safari Shit what a deal word up, how much it cost now Shit what the deal word up how much it cost Play your position listen, where is your pot to piss in 'Fore we start really kissin, hot as freaky kitchen Hey what the deal word up how much it cost now Hey what the deal word up how much it cost now [Chorus: x 2]
Written by: MELISSA A. ELLIOTT, MISSY ELLIOTT, TIMOTHY MOSLEY, TIMOTHY Z. MOSLEY
Lyrics © MASS CONFUSION , Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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