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Tweet & Missy Elliott - Get Ur Freak On - Oops (Oh My)
Get Ur Freak On
Disc 1
01. Get Ur Freak On
02. Love Like This
03. Hypnotize
04. Got Your Money
05. Freak Like Me
06. O.P.P.
07. Lighters Up
08. Feel So Good
09. Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See
10. Peaches and Cream
11. Breathe
12. Me & U
13. Get Money
14. If I Could Go!
15. Oops (Oh My)
16. I Wanna Sex You Up
17. Informer
18. Ghetto Heaven
19. Candy Girl
20. I Can' Wait
Disc 2
01. Return of the Mack
02. Whistle
03. Like Glue
04. Turn Me On
05. Crazy
06. Come Baby Come
07. It's a Shame (My Sister)
08. Overload
09. Ghetto Romance
10. Superstar
11. Must Be Love
12. Heard It All Before
13. Tempted to Touch
14. Don't Walk Away
15. Just a Step From Heaven
16. Bootie Call
17. Keep This Fire Burning
18. Can't You See
19. Juicy
20. You Don't Love Me (No, No, No)
Disc 3
01. Airplanes
02. 7 Days
03. You Might Need Somebody
04. Don't Let Go Love
05. Can't Help but Wait
06. Spotlight
07. The Boy Is Mine
08. Dream On Dreamer
09. Show Stopper
10. Freak Me
11. Could It Be
12. Grind With Me
13. So Into You
14. Stroke You Up
15. Make It Hot
16. I'm Ready
17. Twisted
18. T-Shirts & Panties
19. Angel of Mine
20. Sweet Love
*Verse 1*
Tell you what I did last night
I came home, say, around a quarter to three
Still so high
Hypnotized
In a trance
From the start it, so butter and brown and tantalizing
You woulda thought I needed help from this feeling that I felt
So shook I had to catch my breath

*Chorus*
Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head
Oh my
OOPS, there goes my skirt droppin' to my feet
Oh my
Ooh, some kinda touch caressing my leg
Oh my
Ooh I'm turning red
Who could this be?

*Verse 2*
I tried and I tried to avoid
But this thing was happening
Swallow my pride
Let it ride and party
But this body felt just like mines
I got worried
I looked over to the left
A reflection of myself
That's why I couldn't catch my breath

*Chorus*
OOPS, there goes my shirt up over my head
Oh my
OOPS, there goes my skirt droppin' to my feet
Oh my
Ooh, some kinda touch caressing my leg...

(Fabolous)
Desert storm yeah, Fabolous yeah. Tweet yeah.
Shorty I strictly wanna spank you. The most I gotta do
Is spell my name to get your vicki's to your ankles.
I'm seriously mami, you're fuckin' with the Kid
Aka William H. Bonnie
You know I'm the type that be crushin and merkin'
Having ladies touchin' the hurkin, blushin' and smirkin',
Early in the morning rushin from workin'
Screamin "Oh my. F-A B-O L-O U-S"
Each night I'm freakin, ma' you aint gonna talk me to death,
Cuz you got free nights and weekends
Ghetto Fabs all over the place...
Oops, there goes my kids all over your face...
Oh my!

(Missy)
(I looked over to the left)
Umm I was looking so good I couldn't reject myself
(I looked over to the left)
Umm I was feeling so good I had to touch myself
(I looked over to the left)
Umm I was eyein my thighs butter pecan brown
(I looked over to the left)
Umm comin' outta my shirt and then the skirt came down

*Chorus*
OOPS, there goes my shirt up over my head
Oh my
OOPS, there goes my skirt droppin' to my feet
Oh my
Ooh, some kinda touch caressing my leg
Oh my
Ooh I'm turning red
Who could this be?

(Chorus)OOPS, there goes my shirt up over my head
Oh my
OOPS, there goes my skirt droppin' to my feet
Oh my
Ooh, some kinda touch caressing my leg
Oh my
Ooh I'm turning red
Who could this be?

Mmm.
(Oh my)

OOPS, there goes my shirt up over my head.
OOPS...
Oh my...