Intro / Go to the Floor

Yeah, what's the deal, y'all

This is Missy Elliott

Giving y'all magazine writers, radio cats

Listeners or plain ol' haters

A small piece a my album which is titled, Under Construction

Under Construction simply states that I'm a work in progress

I'm working on myself

You know, uh, ever since Aaliyah passed, I view life in a, a more valuable way

Looking at hate and anger and gossip, or just plain ol' bullshit

Became ignorant to me

When you realize in the blink of a eye

You walking down a church aisle, and

That was meant for weddings and happiness

But realizing 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, trying to rebuild

You know, ourselves

Hip hop didn't gain respect from, you know

Not even respect from, but just like rock 'n roll

And it took us a lot a hard work to get here

So all that hate and animosity between folks

You need to kill it with a skillet

You don't see Bill Gates and Donald Trump arguing with each other

'Cause both of them got paper and they got better shit to do

Get more paper

So all I'm saying is, let's take hip hop back to the rope

Follow me

Hard working

The star of the show

Misdemeanor here

Hard working

The star of the show

Mr. Mos' on the bass

Hard working

The star of the show

Two thousand eternity

Hard working

The star of the show

I am the star of the show

Let the show begin

This is a Missy Elliott exclusive

Set it off

Momma say, momma sah, momma, can you do this?

Talking like you baddest, when you just new to this

Every time I come out, y'all be like who dat is?

Be more like Ashanti and be unfoolish

You don't really want to break it with me

You wear Dada, I sport the Fendi

My Lamborghini against your Benzi

Dirty diamonds and your ring see mines, cling, cling, cling

Ding, ding, ding, da-ding, ding, ding, ding

I used to get so high they call me Ming Lee

Spiked up my hair to look like Don King

Haters keep on hating 'cause dem don't worry we

Dem don't worry we or me, or Timothy

In my S-E, slimmed out my body

Bang, bang to the boogie ooh, wee

Playa keep on playing, watch me do my duty

Go to the floor (Now, tell me what you want)

Grab me a drink (Then what you gon' do?)

I came to shake, shake my booty down, down to the beat

Stand on the chairs (And dance like who?)

Dance like the freaks (And what you came to do?)

I came to shake, shake my booty down, light the party

I'm underrated, glad I made it, independent operated

I never hesitate haters keep me motivated

The beat is penetrated, I'll let Timmy regulate it

And we laid it in the shade and drink a glass of lemonade, and

Damn, I'm faded, ain't no other way to say it ain't that complicated

Ain't no other chick gon' ever make me feel invaded

I keep dropping hits like water breaking

Two centimeters and I'm dilating

Radio impatient, pause, come on, check my translation

From my observation, my fans is real patient

They don't wanna hear the lies, so stop faking

She greasy like bacon, keep my stomach aching

If you wanna battle, let there be no more delaying

I hope you did some praying 'cause when I come swaying

Pop-shh-pop-pop, yeah, sometimes I flow, sometimes quick

You was on the verge of kissing ass, so slick

I be on the verge of making hits after hits

This the kinda of shit that tell yo mammy, "Don't forget"

Go to the floor (Now, tell me what you want)

Grab me a drink (Then what you gon' do?)

I came to shake, shake my booty down, down to the beat

Stand on the chairs (And dance like who?)

Dance like the freaks (And what you came to do?)

I came to shake, shake my booty down, light the party

Everybody, move your body, now do it

Here is something that's gonna make you move and groove

Hey, DJ, keep playing that song all night, on and on and on

Now, is the **** over there, bitches right here

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

All night long, I hope you all came prepared

It's five o'clock and we ain't going nowhere

Oh, yeah, ooh-wee

And will the guy with the cash choose me?

Oh, yeah

Baby, I got a man I ain't seen lately

Go to the floor (Now, tell me what you want)

Grab me a drink (Then what you gon' do?)

I came to shake, shake my booty down, down to the beat

Stand on the chairs (And dance like who?)

Dance like the freaks (And what you came to do?)

I came to shake, shake my booty down, light the party