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Pump It Up (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I’ve been on tenterhooks
Ending in dirty looks,
List’ning to the muzak,
Thinking ‘bout this ‘n’ that.
She said that’s that.
I don’t wanna chitter-chat.
Turn it down a little bit
Or turn it down flat.

Pump it up when you don’t really need it.
Pump it up until you can feel it.

Down in the pleasure centre,
Hell bent or heaven sent,
Listen to the propaganda,
Listen to the latest slander.
There’s nothing underhand
That she wouldn’t understand.

Pump it up until you can feel it.
Pump it up when you don’t really need it.

She’s been a bad girl.
She’s like a chemical.
Though you try to stop it,
She’s like a narcotic.
You wanna torture her.
You wanna talk to her.
All the things you bought for her,
Putting up your temp’rature.

Pump it up until you can feel it.
Pump it up when you don’t really need it.

Out in the fashion show,
Down in the bargain bin,
You put your passion out
Under the pressure pin.
Fall into submission,
Hit-and-run transmission.
No use wishing now for any other sin.

Pump it up until you can feel it.
Pump it up when you don’t really need it.

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Pump It Up (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I’ve been on tenterhooks
Ending in dirty looks,
List’ning to the muzak,
Thinking ‘bout this ‘n’ that.
She said that’s that.
I don’t wanna chitter-chat.
Turn it down a little bit
Or turn it down flat.

Pump it up when you don’t really need it.
Pump it up until you can feel it.

Down in the pleasure centre,
Hell bent or heaven sent,
Listen to the propaganda,
Listen to the latest slander.
There’s nothing underhand
That she wouldn’t understand.

Pump it up until you can feel it.
Pump it up when you don’t really need it.

She’s been a bad girl.
She’s like a chemical.
Though you try to stop it,
She’s like a narcotic.
You wanna torture her.
You wanna talk to her.
All the things you bought for her,
Putting up your temp’rature.

Pump it up until you can feel it.
Pump it up when you don’t really need it.

Out in the fashion show,
Down in the bargain bin,
You put your passion out
Under the pressure pin.
Fall into submission,
Hit-and-run transmission.
No use wishing now for any other sin.

Pump it up until you can feel it.
Pump it up when you don’t really need it.

Pump It Up (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Send in someone else
I’m tired of romance
They call me ‘the game’
And anyone can play.

Won’t you come in and play with me?

They call this ‘the house’
We have need without feeling
Do you want the shame?
I can’t escape from the sound

Won’t you come in and play with me?

My heart beats slowly
I’ll tear your heart to pieces
I’m the face of love
And this love burns cold

Won’t you come in and play with me?

Pump It Up (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[Missy Elliott] {Nelly}

Hey yo, Nelly! This is fire
{What you talkin’ about, girl?}
Let’s make it hot for the clubs
{Missy!} Wooooo!

(*”This is fire!” cut and scratched*)

[Verse 1 – Missy Elliott]
Down South girls got them real BIG BUTTS
Real big butts make ya man wanna look (OH!)
Back it up, flip it up, skinny girls – eugh!
Love my guts, so fuck a tummy tuck
(Oh yeaaah?) Yeah! I shakes my butt
I shakes my gut like “yeah, bitch what?”
Yeah I likes it rough, tough
Ask your man how I’m good in handcuffs
Me and Nelly came to rock the club
Pack the place, don’t push or shove
Out of the club, straight to the crib
I’ll let you know if the sex was good

[Hook – Missy Elliott] + {Timbaland}
Pump it up! {Show me love, G}
Pump it up! {Let me see what you working wit’}
Pump it up! {Let me see those big-ass hips}
Pump it up! {Pump it up}
This is how me and Nelly pump it up
Pump it up! {Show me love, G}
Pump it up! {Let me see what you workin wit’}
Pump it up! {Let me see those big-ass hips}
Pump it up! {Pump it up}
C’mon

[Verse 2 – Missy Elliott]
DOWN SOUTH PLAYERS! WE GOT THAT FIRE MADE!
Get up on my booty, tutti-fruiti on the rooty
I’m a thick chick, skinny girls act snooty
No matter what your size, my big thighs’ll do my duty
Look at the way my rump shake like a movie (SAY WHAAAT?)
See my tight jeans and the coochie
Spend a little looty, you gotta WORK for the booty (Yup)
Me and Nelly HOT ON THE TRACK (Track!)
Nelly, can’t no-one EVER TOP THAT (Top that!)
Niggaz we came to rock the club (C’mon!)
DJs better Pump It Up
Motherfuckers need to back it up
‘Cause we gon’ tear the roof off the club

[Hook]

(*beat stops, needle crackling*)

[Missy] *talking*
You know, Down South chicks got big asses
and we a little heavy sometime, but when
you’re from the South, we don’t call that
“fat”. We call that “big-boned”. Fo’ sho

(*scratching, beat starts again*)

[Verse 3 – Nelly]
Yeah, ma! I heard you like the magic stick
Me? I got the gadget stick, it’s like “Go, go, gadget dick”
You know, make you climb the walls and shit
I make her wanna press pause and shit
Walk up in the party, girls swingin’ they panties
They was doing that before I had them brandys
I get a little freaky when I’m in my yammy
I may act a little freaky but I still got manners
It’s Nelly, felony, and Missy Misdemeanor
Both going down, there’s just to many heaters
Check the records, we got records that broke records in record time
I ain’t talkin’ about the records that they buyin’
Lyin’, can a nigga keep up with me?
You see I, still standin VI stackin’ the “Ride Wit Me”
You struggle to recoup
I struggle on which Coup’ to ride in
[Missy] See how we be stylin’?

[Hook]

(*”This is fire!” cut and scratched to fade*)

Pump It Up (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

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Pump It Up (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Pump p p pump pump p p p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
(Just Blaze)
Pump p p pump pump it up
We gon do it like (Uuh, uuh, uuh)

Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that’s drunk
You came to get it on, more than 5 O’s in your bank
Then get it on, roll up like that stank
And get it on, slank that fitted on
Came to get it on
Hold up she want work that twork that
Then again let me hurt that murk that
Til you gotta hurt back
Can’t spit it out, boo you gotta slurp that
Can’t cuddle after we done, it wasn’t worth that
Joey I’m responsible for bringin Jersey back (And we bad huh)
She at the bar stylin’ she throwing it up
She drink a little hypno, throwing it up
But I’m only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (uhh)

[Chorus]
Fellas – do your thing let me do my thang
I mean – do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties – move that thing, mami move that thing
C’mon – move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers – do your thing let me do my thang
Please tell the DJ – pump p p pump pump it up!

(Bridge)
I see some haters grilling
I see some ladies chilling
I see dat girlie
I been plottin to get
See can hop in the whip
And we can
Pump p p pump pump it up

OK we was leaving we was done
Then she said can my people’s come
Here we go I see it don’t stop
They wanna ride in something were the rims don’t stop
Look baby you fine, but your girlfriends not
And then she wanna hold out getting cute on the phone
I ain’t gotta be bothered, be cute on your own
My jump off doesn’t run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don’t want nothing on Valentines Day
My jump off don’t argue or get rebellious
And she don’t mind hanging out wit da fellas
My jump off’s not insecure or jealous
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)

[Chorus]

Y’all dudes keep talking bout your ice and all the shine to it
That’s a white gold cross with a real fine cubic
Ma wanna fall in love like I’m cupid
Telling me she don’t give brain like I’m stupid
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
(Get it)
Think about it the game is bad playa
Ain’t it bad playa
Don’t worry Joey’ll change it back playa
Might of heard me spittin wit Cain and Fab playa
I got the set boards to bring it back playa
Bang and clap playa
Front man no longer playin the back playa
Plain as that playa
808’s pumpin bang the track playa
Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa
Jump off 1 man gang I’m back playa
Look, Want you want bump double click pump
Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off
All these haters on my (huh) won’t jump off
When all the streets need is J J J Jump off
J J Jump J J J J J Jump off
Uuh, uuh, uuh

[Chorus]