Yeah, uh! What's the deal, y'all? This is Missy Elliott
Givin' y'all magazine writers, radio cats, listeners, or plain ol' haters a small piece of—
Of my album, which is titled Under Construction
Under Construction simply states that I'm a work in progress
I'm workin' on myself, you know
Uh, ever since Aaliyah passed, I view life in a more valuable way
Lookin' at hate 'n anger 'n gossip or just plain ol' bullshit became ignorant to me
When you realize, in the blink of an eye, when you're walkin' down a church aisle
That was meant for weddin's 'n happiness
But realize those same church aisles are used to, to view a loved one for the last time
From the World Trade families to the Left-Eye family
Big Pun family, you know, Biggie family, Pac family to the hip hop family
We all under construction, trynna' rebuild, you know, ourselves
Hip hop can gain respect from, you know, not even respect from, but just, like rock 'n roll
And it took us a lot of hard work to get here
So all that hate 'n animosity between folks? Ya needa' kill it wit' a skillet
You don't see Bill Gates and Donald Trump arguin' wit' each other
'Cause both o' them got paper and they got betta' shit to do: Git' mo' paper
So, all I'm sayin' is: Let's take hip-hop back to the roots
Follow me

(Hardworking, the star of the show) Misdemeanor!
(Hardworking, the star of the show) Mister Mose on the beats!
(Hardworking, the star of the show) 2000, eternity!
(Hardworking, the star of the show) I am the star of the show
Let the show begin

(This is a Missy Elliott exclusive)

Mama se, mama sa, mama, can you do dis?
Talkin' like you badass when you just knew who dat is
E'rry time I come out, y'all be like: Who dat is?
Be mo' like Ashanti and be unfoolish
You don't really want to bring it wit' me
You wear Donna, I sport the Fendi
My Lamborghini against your Benzi
Dirty diamonds in your rings, see mine's cl-clea-clean?
Ding-di-di di-di-ding da-ding-ding
I used to get so high they called me Ming Lee
Spiked up my hair, done looked like Don King
Haters keep on hatin', 'cause dem don't worry we
Dem no worry we, no me 'n Timothy
M-I-S-E, slim down my body-y-y
Bang bang to the boogie, ooh wee!
Playa', keep on playin', watch me do my duty

Go to the flo' (now tell me what you want!)
Grab me a drink (now, whatcha' came to do?)
I came to shake, shake my booty down
Down to the beat (ooh, ooh!)
Stand on the chairs (and dance like who?)
Dance like the freaks (and whatcha' came to do?)
I came to shake, shake my booty down
Hike the party

I'm underrated, glad I made it, independent operated
I never hesitated, haters keep me motivated
The beat is penetrated, I let Timmy regulate it
And we lay ded in the shade D, drink a glass o' lemonade D
Damn, I'm faded!
Ain't no otha' way to say it, ain't that complicated
Ain't no otha' chick gon' ever make me feel invaded
I keep droppin' hits, like water breakin' two centimeters and I'm dilatin'
Radio, be patient, ho—
Shh! Come on, check my translation
From my observation, my fans is real patient
They don't wanna hear the lies, so stop fakin'
'Cause you're greasy like bacon, keep my stomach achin'
If you wanna battle, let there be no more delayin'
I hope ya did some prayin', 'cause when I come swayin'
Pop, sha, pop-pop-pop, yeah
Sometimes I flow, sometimes, quick
You is on the verge of kissin' ass, so slick
I be on the verge of makin' hit after hit
Dis dat kinda shit don't tell ya mammy, don't forget

Go to the flo' (now tell me what you want)
Grab me a drink (now, whatcha' came to do?)
I came to shake, shake my booty down
Down to the beat (ooh, ooh!)
Stand on the chairs (and dance like who?)
Dance like the freaks (and whatcha' came to do?)
I came to shake, shake my booty down
Hike the party

Everybody, move your body, now, do it
Here is something that's gonna make you move and groove
Hey, DJ, keep playin' that song, all night
On and on and ooh on (on and on and on and on)

(Now, is the niggas ovah' there?)
Bitches right here, yep, yep yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, yeh, uh
All night long, I hope you all came prepared
It's five o'clock, and we ain't goin' nowhere, ah, yeah, ooh wee
And will the guy with the cash choose me?
Ah, yeah, baby
I got a man I ain't seen lately!
(Welcome to the floor!)

Go to the flo' (now tell me what you want)
Grab me a drink (now, whatcha' came to do?)
I came to shake, shake my booty down
Down to the beat (ooh, ooh!)
Stand on the chairs (and dance like who?)
Dance like the freaks (and whatcha' came to do?)
I came to shake, shake my booty down
Hike the party