Tush

[ Missy Elliott] This that fire! Ghostface and Missy [Ghostface Killah] Somebody tell that girl that her ass too big I give it to her right and she let me live Can't eat that, 'cause there's no relationship I beat that, the next day you called in sick Frontin', not for nothin', I pop buttons Off Baby Phat, Levi's, J.Lo's, Guess and Gap Cause it's like that, young lady, bet I make you shake Like the Puffy and Jay-Z's, Dre's and J.D.'s Come on, if not you, I'ma beat this song But if you were bout it, our business wouldn't be here this long Let me break it down for you, all I wanted to know If I could just feel it and touch it, and break it down into numbers and Come with me and just leave your friends Cause we don't need no cock blocking Tellin' you this without no option Tell your friends "Peace, look, I'm bouncin'" [Chorus: Missy Elliott (Ghostface Killah)] Tush, tush, tush Want to slide in the bush, bush, bush? (I'm on top, you like push, push, push Keep it low like shush, shush, shush) You want to get up in my tush, tush, tush? You could slide in the bush, bush, bush (I'm on top, you like push, push, push Keep it low like shush, shush, shush) You want to get up in that tush, tush, tush? Want to slide in my bush, bush, bush (I'm on top, you like push, push, push Keep it low like shush, shush, shush) [Ghostface Killah] Oh yeah, you jinglin' baby (well let me jump up on that ding-a-ling baby) Ooh, gosh, you a nasty girl, sassy Picture me layin' you inside my classic pearls Toes'll curl, giddy up, you go girl I'm about to, uh, do it slow girl Ooh, you in control, it's in your world She on, I think I like ol' girl Take it out, turn around Charlie horse, shit, threw me off balance Wildin', all I wanted was to show you my talent To let you know on how I rep in Staten Island This is the reason I came to you So we can connect it then kick it was the thing to do Cause we don't need no representation Domination, got them waitin' patient [Ghostface Killah] Now this is the way y'all suppose to To get down, y'all ain't right Somebody say "Aha! Ghost is back!" [Missy Elliott] Pull back the curtain, let me work your sermon Playboy don't hurt me like a virgin You seem real determined to put a hurtin' But if you ain't slurpin', then you better off jerkin' You got a lot of nerve, to want to serve my curves My 36D, 36 hips The way I shoot the gift, I swallow coke bottles And you would swear it was Lil' Kim lips Eh, I really like you baby Do you know how to wife this lady? Give me what I want, don't talk, don't touch Unless you got a bank account that make my face blush Now shush, in my bush And I can give you what you want, make a whoosh Just throw it, I'll show you how to push Kinky sex, tie ropes around your wrist Come on [Chorus] [Missy Elliott] Come on Come on Oh Come on!