[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