Uh, Bad Boy
   Bad Boy
   My mic sounds nice
   Check one (Ooh)
   Bad Boy
   My mic sounds nice
   Check two
  
   P-U-F-F
   I’ma make ‘em, go deaf
   Make you say, who dat
   Them Total b@#$%es, bad a##
   Kima Keisha and Pam, oh, s@#$, mad b@#$%
   Make you crammin’, oh slammin’
   Damn right, I’ma jam it
  
   Baby, you sho’ is bumpin’
   You show me somethin’
   See I won’t, trade you for nothin’
   See everything, you do to me
   You got me trippin’
   And I’m satisfied
   And that’s guaranteed
  
   I hope you
   That you’ve been checkin’ me
   I know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout
   You got me trippin’ on my own feet
  
   You got me buggin’, boy
   You bring me so much joy
   You got me open, boy
   And I’mma save myself for you
  
   I hope you
   That you’ve been checkin’ me
   I know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout
   You got me trippin’ on my own feet
  
   You got me buggin’, boy
   You bring me so much joy
   You got me open, boy
   And I’mma save myself for you
  
   Baby, yeah, that’s one thing, I’ll mention
   Me and her (La-la-la-la-la-la-la)
   See she’s no competition, so tell her
   That you’re through with her
   And you’re lovin’ me
   And that’s Totally
   And you’re dedicated to me
  
   I hope you
   That you’ve been checkin’ me
   I know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout
   You got me trippin’ on my own feet
  
   You got me buggin’, boy
   You bring me so much joy
   You got me open, boy
   And I’mma save myself for you
  
   I hope you
   That you’ve been checkin’ me
   I know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout
   You got me trippin’ on my own feet
  
   You got me buggin’, boy
   You bring me so much joy
   You got me open, boy
   And I’mma save myself for you
  
   (Mmm…) Baby
   (Mmm…mmm…) There’s one thing
   (Mmm…mmm…) I’ll mention
   (Mmm…mmm…) Nah, nah, nah
   (Mm…mmm…) See she’s no
   (Mmm…mmm…) Competition
  
   I won’t quit it (And we won’t stop)
   Till I get it
   Till I got it
   I’ll admit it
   I’m in love [You got me, nigga, you got me]
  
   I won’t quit it (And we won’t stop)
   Till I get it
   Till I got it
   I’ll admit it
   I’m in love [You got me, nigga, you got me]
  
   Baby, you know that
   You got me trippin’
   Ya see I’m open
   Baby, I’m open
  
   Baby, you know that
   You got me trippin’
   Ya see I’m open
   Baby, I’m open
  
   I hope you
   That you’ve been checkin’ me
   I know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout
   You got me trippin’ on my own feet
  
   You got me buggin’, boy
   You bring me so much joy
   You got me open, boy
   And I’mma save myself for you
  
   Thank you, thank you
  
   ‘98, and we won’t stop
   Nah, nah, nah, nah, he-he-he
   Yeah, yeah, yeah
   Missy Misdemeanor