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KORE KARA MINNA DE
MECHAKUCHA ODOTTE SAWAGO SAWAGO Headbanger hit me hit me hit me hit me Yeah gimme some new shit Yeah gimme some new shit Yeah gimme some new shit Missy be puttin it down I'm the hottest round I told y'all mother skurt y'all can't stop me now Listen to me now I'm lastin twenty rounds And if you want me NIGGA then come on get me now Is you with me now then biggie biggie bounce I know you dig the way I sw sw switch my style HOLLA People sing around Now people gather round now people jump around Go get your freak on Go get your freak on Go get your freak on Go get your freak on Go get your freak on Go get your freak on Go getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on Go get your freak on Go get your freak on Go get your freak on Go get your freak on Go get your freak on Go get your freak on Go getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on HWO IS THAT BEIT People you don't know Me and Timbaland been hot since twenty years ago What da dilly yo now what da drilly yo If you wanna battle me then NIGGA lemme know HOLLA Got to feel it son Lemme throw you some Aap to mujko People here I come now sweat me when I'm done We got the radio shook like we got a gun Go get your freak on Go get your freak on Go get your freak on Go get your freak on Go get your freak on Go get your freak on Go getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on Go get your freak on Go get your freak on Go get your freak on Go get your freak on Go get your freak on Go get your freak on Go getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on QUIET Sssshhhhhh hush yo' mouth Silence when I spit it out hach PTOO in yo' face Open your mouth give you a taste HOLLA Ain't no stoppin me Copywritten so don't copy me Y'all do it sloppily And y'all can't come close to me I know you feel me now I know you hear me loud I scream it loud and proud Missy gon' blow it down People gon' play me now in and outta town Cause I'm the best around with this crazy style Go get your freak on Go get your freak on Go get your freak on Go get your freak on Go get your freak on Go get your freak on Go getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on Go get your freak on Go get your freak on Go get your freak on Go get your freak on Go get your freak on Go get your freak on Go getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on |
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| 2. |
| 3:47 |
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Music make u lose control
Music make u lose control Lets go Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Here we go now Here we go now Here we go now Here we go now Watch out now Misdemeanors in da house Ciaras in da house Misdemeanors in tha house Fat man scoop man scoop man scoop I've got a cute face Chubby waist Thick legs in shape Rump shakin both wayz Make u do a double take Planet Rocka show stopa Flo froppa head knocka Beat stalla tail droppa Do ma thang muthafukas Ma rose royce lamborghini Blu madina alwayz beamin Ragtop chrome pipes Blu lights outta sight Long weave sewed in Say it again sewed in Make dat money tho it n Booty bouncin gon hit Everybody here Get it outta control Get yo backs off tha wall Cuz misdemeanor said so Everybody Everybody Everybody Everybody Well ma name is ciara 4 all u fly fellaz No 1 can do it betta She'll sing on acapella Boy tha music Makes me lose control We gon make u lose control And let it go 4 u kno U gon hit tha flo I rok 2 da beat till im tired Walk n da club it's fiya Get it krunk and wired Wave ya hands scream louda If u smoke den fiya it up Bring da roof down Den holla If u tipsy stand up Dj turn it louda Take sumbody by da waist den uh Now tho it in dey face like uh Hypnotic robotic This here will rock yo bodies Take sumbody by da waist den uh Now tho it in dey face like uh Systematica static This hit be automatic Work wait Work work work wait Work work work wait Work work work wait Do it right Hit tha floor hit tha floor Hit tha floor hit tha floor Hit tha floor hit tha floor Hit tha floor Everybody here Get it outta control Get yo backs off tha wall Cuz misdemeanor said so Everybody Everybody Everybody Everybody Lets go Everybody here Get it outta control Get yo backs off da wall Cuz misdemeanor said So Everybody Everybody Everybody Everybody Get loose Put yo back on tha wall Put yo back on tha wall Put yo back on tha wall Put yo back on tha wall Misdemeanors in da house Ciaras in da house Misdemeanors in tha house music make u lose control We on fiya We on fiya We on fiya We on fiya Now tho it gurl Tho it gurl Tho it gurl Tho it gurl Yeah Now move yo arm 2 tha left gurl Now move yo arm 2 tha left gurl Now move yo arm 2 tha right gurl Now move yo arm 2 tha right gurl Lets go now lets go now lets go now Wooo lets go Should i bring it back right now Now bring it back now Woooo oohhh I see u c Now ima iam do it like c did Now shake it gurl Cum on and jus shake it gurl Cum on and let it pop right gurl Cum on and let it pop right gurl Now bak it up gurl Bak it up gurl Bak it up gurl Bak it up gurl Woooo woooo woooo Go go Bring it 2 da front gurl go go Bring it 2 da front gurl go go Bring it 2 da front gurl go go Bring it 2 da front gurl lets go lets go lets go Wooo |
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| 3. |
| 2:47 |
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Yo, this is for my motherfucking club heads
You feel me? Yeah People, gangstas and pimps And people smokin' that deeper reefer Up in the club with speaker, I had some base and tweeters DJ is jockin' needle, sweat 'til I catch a fever Call me, 'The Illest Diva', yo, I'm on fire People, go head and drink up Get in the club, get fucked up See me, you got get lucked up Someone to touch your rubber Show me some love, strip off your clothes And take off your socks The party's jumpin', I see something fine Boy, I wanna kiss you but I'm just too shy Let me dance with you, let me wear you out Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out The music's bangin' way down in my soul When you dance behind me, I lose all control Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist When the music come on, you take my breath away This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down I'm at the bar now and I'm buying drinks And I got this feeling and it's all over me I wanna dance with you and lick your face Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy The vibe is right now and I'm 'bout to score Mr. DJ, can you play this joint once more? 'Cause I see the man I want, I want him right away I'm look him right in his face and say dance with me This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down, get on down This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down Freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back Baby, you the mack and you know that Put the needle on the track Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back Oh, freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back Baby, you the mack and you know that Put the needle on the track Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres Can't stand when a nigga fuckin' up my plans All night liquored up while I'm trynna dance Drunk and his breath stink, freaky with his hands Cocky with his mouth, please like he got a fan Can't stand when a bitch all in my side I don't even know her and she all up in my light Givin' me the side eye like she wanna fight Philly known for boxing, bitch, better get it right Can't stand when a DJ fuckin' up the song Know I'm tryin' to shake my ass all night long Cuttin' up the same shit all night long High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown Can't stand when it ain't jumpin' like I want Cats that try to stop my fun, take away my blunt I don't give a fuck, he ain't gon' take away my fun See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down, down This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down |
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| 4. |
| 3:25 |
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My style can't be dupilcated
or recycled This chick is a sick individual Sick tape volume 2 Believe it Oh Oh Let me switch up the game I drink that cognac Step back cause I might put it on ya I go deep so deep till you sleep Count sheep wake ya up from all week You don't want me to show ya how freak bitches act when I ain't soba Word up I'm tore up sho nuff I ain't scared to take it off tell the freak to take it off Tipsy and it feel good Black dudes got big woods Into it I do it I did it If you really really want it then nigga stop frontin stop fronting Hey boy you know I'm your type your type 52 and wear my jeans real tight My curves they swerve so superb My word is my word and I came to serve We run this We run this We run this Oh oh oh where you from It's where you at And if you came to freak a leak better bring your hat East coast west coast down south Represent your coast Yeah we run it Yeah we run it Y'all don't want it Cause my coast run it Oh We run this shit We run this shit Wanna pull my hair Break my back For the right money might sit in your lap Back to back I can't even keep track It's a fact the freaks love to get slapped Suck my toes I need a back rub I don't come to do it I just wanna be touched Look at how y'all makin me blush I'm enough to go around so people don't push Wanna run that tush in the bush Don't my diamonds look real good And they shine so hard that he glittas So many karots they look like crittas And we can do it all night Take a flashlight to see up in my windpipe I like to keep a nigga hype I wanna know can you handle my mic We run this We run this We run this Oh oh oh where you from It's where you at And if you came to freak a leak better bring your hat East coast west coast down south Represent your coast Yeah we run it yeah we run it Y'all don't want it Cause my coast run it Oh We run this shit We run this shit Any hustla's in the party y'all hell ya If you's a pimp let me see ya party on hell ya Oh strippas take yo clothes off hell ya Y'all superstars Y'all don't need no bodyguards hell ya Nigga I bow guard A lot of rappers fake way to hard Pull up to the club in a rental car Where the freaks at Freaks at da bar where da hard drinks are Don't start If you don't want beef don't take it that far With a superstar I got my foot on the clutch see me bounce my butt Misdeameanor too much and I don't give a fuck We run this We run this We run this Oh oh oh where you from It's where you at And if you came to freak a leak better bring your hat We run this We run this We run this Oh oh oh Represent your coast and act like you know Know how to act before you step your two feet in the do' |
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{*scratching*} DJ please, pick up your phone I'm on the request line {*scratching*} This is a Missy Elliott one time exclusive (C'mon, c'mon) [Chorus] Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it {*"I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" - backwards 2X*} If you got a big [elephant], let me search ya To find out how hard I gotta work ya {*"I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" - backwards 2X*} [Verse 1] I'd like to get to know ya, so I can show ya Put the pussy on ya, like I told ya Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya Your girl acting stank than call me ov-ah Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa Call before you come, I need to shave my cho-cha You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha Go downtown and eat it like a vul-cha See my hips and my tips don'tcha See my ass and my lips don'tcha Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya This the kinda beat that go wa-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah Work it! I need a glass of wat-ah Boy oh boy its good to know ya [repeat chorus] [Verse 2] If you're a fly gyal, get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy lift it up, lets make a toast-ah Lets get drunk, its gon bring us clos-ah Don't I look like a Halle Berry post-ah? See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya Girlfriend wanna be like me nev-ah You won't find a bitch that's even bett-ah I make it hot as Las Vegas weath-ah Listen up close while I take you backwards {*"Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards" - backwards*} I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want I love your braids and your mouth full of funk Love the way my ass ba-bump ba-bump bump Keep your eyes on my ba-bump ba-bump bump And think you can handle this ga-donk ga-donk donk Take my thong off and my ass go boom Cut the lights off so you see what I can do [Chorus] [Verse 3] Boys, boys, all type of boys Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys {??} thanga thang, {??} thanga thang Girls, girls, get that cash If its 9 to 5 or shakin ya ass Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang Just make sure you ahead of tha game Just cause I got a lot of fame sup-ah Prince couldn't get me change my name papa Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no sir Picture black sayin, "Oh yessuh massa" Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor Minute man, big men can outlast ya Who is the best? I don't have to ask ya When I come out, you won't even matt-ah Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh So you act dumb like ughhh, duh And the drummer boy go pa-rum pa-pum pum Give ya some some some of this Cinnabon [Chorus] To my fellas, ooooh Good God, I like the way you work that {*scratching*} To my ladies, woo You sure know how to work that, good God
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| 3:56 |
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Yo, yo, move out the way we got Missy Elliott commin?through Girl that is Missy Elliott, she lost a lot of weight, I heard she eat one cracker a day Girl, what I heard the bitch was married to Tim, and started fuckin?with Trina Well I heard the bitch got hit by three zebras and a monkey I can't stand the bitch no way When I walk up in the peach I aint gotta eat speed I'm a bad mamma jamma god damnit muthafucka You aint gotta like me I aint stuttin these hos Needa talk but you know Stop talking bout who I'm stickin I'm lickin You just mad it aint yours I know yall poor Yall broke Yall jobs just hangin up cloaks Step to me get burnt like toast Muthafucka adios amigos Ah ah Poes Poes I don? brag I mostly boast From the VA to the LA coast Izzy Kizzy Lizzy Go Chorus: Musi ques I sews on bews I pues a twos on que zat Pue zoo My kizzer Pous zigga ay zee Its all kizza Its always like Its all kizza Its always like Na zound Wa zee Wa zoom zoom zee When I pull up in my whip Bitches wanna talk shit Im drivin im blinding them upside these muthafuckas ass Did you see it Im drippin these curves Skurt Did you heard I lovas my fellas my furs Ah I fly like a bird Chickenheads on the prowl Who you tryda fuck now Now you aint getting loud Better calm down before I smack ya ass down I need my drum bass high Has to be my snare strings horn Yes I need my Tim sound Right left Izzy Kizzy look at him Chorus: Musi ques I sews on bews I pues a twos on que zat Pue zoo My kizzer Pous zigga ay zee Its all kizza Its always like Its all kizza Its always like Na zound Wa zee Wa zoom zoom zee Now I don? go out my house shorty you just waitin to see Who im roll up in the club with and report that next week Just wanna see who I am ******* or sniffin some coke I know by the time I finish this line ima hear this on the radio [Ludacris] Once upon a time in Kyla park Where they live life fast and they scared of dark There was a little nigga by the name of Cris Nobody paid him any mind No one gave a shit Knowing he could rap No one lift a hand So he went about his bidness And devised the plan Made a CD then he hit the block Fifty thousand sold, seven dollars a pop Hold the phone, three years later Steped out the swamp with ten and a half gators Now all around the world on the microphone He leaves your boobs smellin like Burberry cologne Still ride the chrome Got bidness in the kitchen Never home alone And hes on the grind Please let me know if hes on your mind And respect youll gimmie Ludacris, I look lord like Timmy Had the Clint East rumor I got a head ache and its not a tumor Get up on my lap get my head tucked tight Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bite Im hard to the core Core to the right You drop down turn around pick up hella clipe (ya) Chorus: Musi ques I sews on bews I pues a twos on que zat Pue zoo My kizzer Pous zigga ay zee Its all kizza Its always like Its all kizza Its always like Na zound Wa zee Wa zoom zoom zee Yo straight up, Missy killed that shit tonight foreal I know I don? really care bout her being pregnant by Micheal Jackson You know what we should do? We should go get her album when it come out, what she gon do she gon do, shh Hi Missy! Hi Missy?! Wusup foos! You think I aint knowin yall broke Milli Vanilli Jay Jay fan wannabes aint over here gossiping bout me? Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents or your lights wont get cut off You soggy breasts, cow stomachs Yo take those baby GAP shirts off, too You just mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party Yo by the way, go get my album Damn! Musi ques I sews on bews I pues a twos on que zat Pue zoo My kizzer Pous zigga ay zee
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| 7. |
| 4:38 |
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Ooh I don't want I don't need
I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Ooh here's your chance Be a man take my hand Understand I don't want no minute man Boy I'ma make you love me Make you want me And I'ma give you Some attention tonight Now follow my intuitions What you're wishin See I'ma keep you all night For a long time Just start countin the ways Break me off Show me what you got 'Cause I don't want No one minute man Break me off Show me what you got 'Cause I don't want No one minute man Break me off Show me what you got 'Cause I don't want No one minute man Break me off Show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no Tonight I'ma give it to you Throw it to you I want you to come prepared Oh yeah Oh yes Boy it's been a long time A crazy long time And I don't want no minute man And that's real Give it to me some more Break me off Show me what you got 'Cause I don't want No one minute man Break me off Show me what you got 'Cause I don't want No one minute man Break me off Show me what you got 'Cause I don't want No one minute man Break me off Show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no It's time to set yo' clock back 'Bout as long as you can I stop daylight and Ludacris The maintenance man Get your oil changed I check fluids and transmission You one minute fools You wonder why y'all missin On the back of milk cartons And there's no reward No regards close but it's no cigar A hard head make a soft as But a hard dick make the sex last I jump in pools and Make a big splash Water overflowin So get your head right It's all in yo' mind punk So keep your head tight Enough with tips and Advice and thangs I'm big dog havin women Seein stripes and thangs They go to sleep start snorin Countin sheep and shit They so wet that they body Start to leak and shit Just 'cause I'm an all nighter Shoot all fire Ludacris balance And rotate all tires Ooh I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Ooh here's your chance Be a man take my hand Understan I don't want no minute man Break me off Show me what you got 'Cause I don't want No one minute man Break me off Show me what you got 'Cause I don't want No one minute man Break me off Show me what you got 'Cause I don't want No one minute man Break break me off Break break me off Break break me off Show me what you got Break me off Show me what you got Break me off Show me what you got Break me off Show me what you got Break me off Break break me off |
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| 3:31 |
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[PRE-HOOK] oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh I'm,I'm,I'm,I'm,I'm really,really Hot,Hot,Hot,Hot,Hot [1st VERSE] Let me holla' at the d.j. Come on d.j. put that record on the replay Don't you see how them bitches move they bootay Everytime you play this record, smell like coochie Follow dem',Screamin' like a groupay Misdemeanor move my nookie like a hoochay For them hatas fuck whatever you say Because you know I'm too cool for you anyway I'm just a bad bitch M-I-S,Miss I'm gonna' keep talkin' shit till you get this I'm gonna' bust up in the club wit' no guest list Them otha' artist, I keep em' all restless I don't french kiss unless it's 50 cent Vivica,we can share him like the president Tabloids,I don't care,it's irrelevant,I'm heaven sent Now watch how I do this shit [PRE-HOOK] [CHORUS] I'm really,really hot Everytime my records drop Radio says I won't stop Cus' I'm killin' em' [2nd VERSE] You don't know whatcha' talkin' bout You would think I was Sug when I come out My album hit hard when I roll out Yall records make a bitch wanna' throw em out And that's no doubt See I rock bells Fly as hell and cool as ? Baby can't ya' tell I lick my lips like I'm L.L. And I'm doin' it,and doin' it,and doin' it well Straight to the hotel I'm cellabut so,boy,you gets no tell Kiss,kiss and still you gets nowhere Just two blue balls down in yo' underwear I play unfair I'm a hot gal Hot cars and stars and strip bars And ain't hot if I'm not there I'm a true playa' You can find me up in any record store Hurry up and get chere [PRE-HOOK] [CHORUS] Look,let me move to the left Go head,let me fell myself Touch my chest my sweat Show that d.j. how I shake my breast Jiggle,jiggle,jangle Watch how my gludius dangle I do a 1-2 step,STOP No,I ain't done yet Everybody in the club,go to work Tight jeans,crop shirts,short skirts I'm gonna' rock to the beat till' it hurt I'm gonna' drop it on the streest Yeah ya' heard Hatas' I flip the bird Got guns,so what,I ain't scurred I came to boogie and swerve I ain't lyin' folk that's my word [PRE-HOOK] [CHORUS] Really-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-hot-hot-hot-hot-hot Really-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-hot-hot-hot-hot-hot
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| 3:41 |
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[Intro] Listen up everyone! we have been just informed That there's an unknown virus that's attacking all clubs Symptoms have been said to be - heaving breathing Wild dancing, coughing So when you hear the sound - WHO-DI-WHOOOO! Run for cover.. WOOOOOO! Ahh daddy! Ooooo! Ah! oh, ooh! Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ooh) Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ah) Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ah) Pass that dutch (whoo), pass that dutch [Verse 1] Misdemeanor on the flow, pretty boy here I come Pumps in the bunk make you wanna hurt something I can take your man I don't have to sex em Hang em out the window call me Micheal Jackson (hehehee!) I'm a pain in your rectum, I am that bitch y'all slept on Heavy hitter, rhyme spitter, call me Re-Run Hey hey hey, I'm what's happ'nin Now to get my drink (that's right!) Shake ya ass till it stink (that's right!) Mr. Mos' on the beat (that's right!) Put it down for the streets (that's right!) [Chorus] (WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch, pass that dutch Come on pass the dutch baby! (ahh!) Shake-shake shake ya stuff baby! (WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (ahh!) Don't stop, get it till ya clothes get wet [Verse 2] Number one - drums go bump, bump, bump This beat here will make you hoomp, boomp, jump If you's a fat one, put your clothes back on Before you start putting pot holes in my lawn Oh my God, show em I'm large Shove my beat up, attack like my name was Saddam I am the bomb from New York to Milan And I can write a song sicker than Jeffrey Dahm' (Woop woop!) Don't touch my car alarm Break in my car you will hear "Viper Armed" I've been a superstar since Daddy Kane was raw I'm live on stage, c'mon and give me some applause [applause] "Thank you! oh thank you, you all are so wonderful!" [Chorus] [Interlude] Listen up, you have five seconds to catch your breath Five - four - three - two - one [alarm rings] [Verse 3] Pop that, pop that, make that money Just keep it going, like the Energizer Bunny Shake that, shake that, move it all around Spank that, yank that, dutch back now Freak him, freak her, whatever ya choice Didn't come to judge, I came to get ya moist Scream - (WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOO!) now my voice is lost Can I get a ride on the white horse? [horse neighing] [Chorus] [Outro] Pop that Pass tha dutch baby! Jiggle that fat Don't stop, get it till ya clothes get wet
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| 10. |
| 4:58 |
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[Timbaland] Say what, say what? Say what, say what? Say what, say what? Missy, bring it in [Missy] Why you played on me? Wasn't I good enough for you? (Wasn't I good enough) All those other girls you've been with Can't do like I do (Do, do) Gave you all my dough When you needed it all the time And if you planning on leavin' me again Then give me a sign (Say what, say what) [702] 1 - Beep me 911 Or call me on my cell phone I'll call you back To see what you gon' tell me You don't wanna date No if's ands or waits It's over babe Beep me 911 Or call me on my cell phone I'll call you back To see what you gon' tell me You don't wanna date No if's ands or waits It's over babe [Missy] Why you cheatin' on me? Can you tell me what I've done I thought you was the one But you just a hit and run Gave up clubs and parties I put them aside (I stopped going to all the parties) Left me in the dark with no kind of sign (Why don't you give me a sign) Repeat 1 All my friends say I can do better than you (Say what, say what) Maybe they was right Cuz I feel like a fool (Fool, fool) But I can't let you go Until you take some time To tell me why you left me without A God damn sign (Say what, say what) Repeat 1 [Timbaland] Magoo, Magoo [Magoo] Type of nigga' made built to last Look homegirl I pump like gas wind Get ya friend and ya girl and them My sex drive workout like a gym can Was the girl that I used to hit You the girl that I got to quit See the kitty cat Gotta gold it like a light In the night you the freak I'm out wit Don't bite No diggity, who took you out No doubt when I first got down Made the bro' shout Look out, make it live Dip and dive, stayin' alive Shoot me sugar, there it is Now we talkin' square biz I'm leaving you without a reas(on) What I steal, but a kiss What you think, I'm hen pecked? Girl, get yo mind checked Take the time, recollect I just gave you disrespect [Timbaland] Ahh Like that? Like that? Beep me 911 baby Uh huh, uh huh Uh huh, uh huh Uh huh, uh huh Uh huh, uh huh Say what? Say what? Misdemeanor, 702 What cha'all gonna do fellas? Don't beep them 911 Don't beep them 911 Don't beep them 911
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| 4:06 |
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(rock the joint) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly I can't stand the rain! (uh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) 'gainst my window Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly I can't stand the rain! (uh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) 'gainst my window Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) 'gainst my window When the rain hits my window I take and {inhale, cough} me some indo Me and Timbaland, ooh, we sang a jangle We so tight, that you get our styles Tango Sway on dosie-do like you loco Can we get kinky tonight? Like CoCo, so-so You don't wanna play with my Yo-Yo I smoke my hydro on the dee-low I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (against my window) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (against my window) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (against my window) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (say what?) Yeah.. Beep beep, who got the keys to the Jeep? V-r-rrrrrrrooooom! (uh-huh) I'm drivin to the beach Top down, loud sounds, see my peeps (uhh) Give them pounds, now look who it be (who it be) It be me me me and Timothy (me me!) Look like it's bout to rain, what a shame (uh-huh) I got the Armor-All to shine up the stain Oh Missy, try to maintain Icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky.. I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) (uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! (say what? uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (yeah) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! I feel the wind Five six seven, eight nine ten Begin, I sit on Hill's like Lauryn Until the rain starts, comin down, pourin Chill, I got my umbrella My finger waves be dazed, they fall like Humpty Chumpy, I break up with him before he dump me To have me yes you lucky I can't stand the rain! (ha, uhh) 'gainst my window (uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (against my window) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) 'gainst my window (what?) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (uh) I can't stand the rain! (what?) (like that baby) I can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?) (uh-huh, stand the rain) I can't stand the rain! (what?) (can you stand the rain?) I can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?) (uh-huh, can you stand the rain?) I can't stand the rain! (what?) 'gainst my window (uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! 'gainst my window (huh) I can't stand the rain! (hmm..) 'gainst my window (yo) I can't stand the rain! (why not, break it down like dat) 'gainst my window (break it down baby) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) (yeah like that, uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! (uh, huh) (uhh.. Misdemeanor) I can't stand the rain! .. I can't stand the rain! .. fades out
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| 12. |
| 4:32 |
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Uh, hit me [Missy] Don't explain, you never change Same old thing, same old game Say ya want to be wit' me But show me my ring Baby, let me think I been in the cold The story untold, about to unfold How do you expect me To ever believe you won't be wit' me [Missy] (Nicole) Why you all in my grill (Why you all in) Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills) Let me know if you will (Let me know, know) Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live) [Missy] Talk is talk, and talk is cheap Tell it to her, don't say it to me Cuz I know I'm in control See tricks are for kids, and boo I'm too old Go 'head, with your games Don't ever come back to me again Where you go, remember me I'm the best thing in history [Missy] (Nicole) Why you all in my grill (Why, why, why) Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills) Let me know if you will (Let me know boy, boy) Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick got to live, ooh yeah) [Missy] (Nicole) Third time (Third time) I moved you in, took you back In my life (I was a fool) I don't know what's wrong with me Third time (Third time) I moved you in, took you back in my life (oh yeah, yeah) [Missy] (Nicole) Why you all in my grill (All in my grill) Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills, yeah) Let me know if you will (Let me know if you will) Cuz a chick gotta live (oh, yeah) Why you all in my grill Can you pay my bills (Ooh, pay my bills) Let me know if you will (Let me know, let me know baby, baby) Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live) [Missy] If you want me, where's my dough? Give me money, buy me clothes No need for talking, have my dough Where's my money? Where's my clothes? If you want me, where's my dough? Give me money, buy me clothes No need for talking, have my dough? Where's my money? Where's my clothes? [Big Boi] Aight, uh Why you all in my grill? I'm thinkin' it's time to chill Yeah, but you on a drill, though I couldn't even step out the baby blue Bonneville Cuz you be tryin' to kill my hoe, my girlfriend And people around me is tellin' me that you's a stalker Like Darth Vader takes a Skywalker I told you I was the street talker It ain't my fault you dirty your Victoria's Secret's And your Frederick's You wanted the Waldorf Astoria But instead I took you to Cedrick's, to entertain you To give you to the "G", and never claim you Me and Missy, we get it straight pissin' Oh yeah, we puffin' on one of them thangs too You blamin' who? You namin' who? I know you ain't bringin' that lame crew Big Boi, they the phat sacks She pretty D, all they same, boo But I'm backed by the Dungeon Family So you can go 'head wit' all that stabbin' me Cuz I will jab thee, and slam thee And Bobby Boochet yo' ass, G Yeah, yeah
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| 13. |
| 4:20 |
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Uhh Missy, yeah B.I.G. Ha ha, yeah, I like that [Lil' Kim] Uhh, it's the Q to the B to the double E, spittin' lovely And it don't stop, rocks shine through my tank top Where your bank stop, I deposit all the one drops (ha) Think not, excuse me but uh I like to flow Cause this joint knocks harder then Indicot and I be off the wall like the Lox, nightbox filled with Benjamins Me and my girl Missy gettin' pissy up in Bennigans Makin' all of you rappers begin again, like Fennigan Christians repent then sin again, girls wanna be my friend again Lay up in my crib up wit', get up in my linens and While Misdemenor hit notes like Sarafinna, I subpeona you To my funk grooves see, I hit you wit' the huhhh! She wit' ya with the heeeee! [Missy] It wasn't your car that had me all in love with you (you) Cause I've got my own ride and a trunk full of tunes (tunes) I drive through your hood And I hit 'em with I hit 'em with the hee I hit 'em with the I stop 'em with the haaa (I stop 'em with the haaa) Let's drink to you and me, let's drink to you and me Meet me at the bar, heee haaa heee haaa [Missy] It wasn't your money that had me all sprung out (sprung out! sprung out sprung out) Cause I got my own account and my bills in large amount Aye hey hey I drive through your hood I hit 'em with the hee I hit 'em with the I stop 'em with the haaa (I hit 'em wit' the hee, I hit 'em wit' the ha) Let's drink to you and me, let's drink to you and me Meet me at the bar (you can meet me at the bar) [Missy] Long Iced Tea slurp me swiftly, meet me at the bar What's up star? we know who you are Shit, no shit I thought you hadn't noticed The way I roll this Dutch, the way I roll this Dutch Niggaz love my style too much (ha ha) Duck, here comes the shot Bang Bang pllllllrrr! Drop, me and Timbaland like haaa we takin over blocks Like a one billion bitch march I hit em with the heee I hit em with the haaaa I hit em with the hee I hit em with the haa I stop em with the haaa (hee hee ha) I hit em with the heee I hit em with the haaaa I hit em with the hee I hit em with the haa Meet me at the bar (meet me at the bar) Tell me where the party at, where the party at toot toot (You know what I'm sayin', we about to be out like this) Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot (for the year 2 thou, uh huh me Timbaland remember me) Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot (Lil' Kim, none of ya'll, none of them wanna fuck with us) Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot (yeah we out nigga)
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| 3:36 |
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[Missy] This is for my ghetto motherfuckers Uh hey, are you really a hot boy? Oh, check me [Lil' Mo] What's your name, cause I'm impressed Can you treat me good, I won't settle for less You a hot boy, a rock boy A fun toy, tote a glock boy Where you live, is it by yourself Can I move wit' you, do you need some help I cook boy, I'll give you more I'mma fly girl, and I like those [Missy & Lil' Mo] Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin' Lexus jeeps And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin' cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin' Jaguars And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin' hardballs wit' them Platinum Visa's [Lil' Mo] Is that your car, the SK-8 Are you riding alone, can I be your date Come get me, gimmie, don't dis me, don't trick me Got some friends, can they come too Can you hook them up wit' some boyz like you A hot boy, a rock boy, on top boy And I like those [Missy & Lil' Mo] Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin' Lexus jeeps And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin' cheaper, wit' them Platinum Visa's Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin' Jaguars And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin' hardball wit' them Platinum Visa's [Missy] Yo, I'mma dig in yo' pockets Dig in yo' wallets Is there money unfounded Yeah, you got my heart poundin' You a hot boy, drive a drop boy With alot boy, and you tote a glock boy Give me no reason, I know that you treatin' These diamonds I'm needin', make you believe it I want alot boy, with a hot boy Got a fun toy and you tote a glock boy [Missy & Lil' Mo] Hot boy Baby you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin' you like endlessly (Everyday all day) Hot boy Baby you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin' you like endlessly (Oh, yes I will) [Missy] Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps And the Lincoln jeeps, and the Bentley's And the Jaguars, and the fly cars Where you at? Where your Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps And the Lincoln jeeps, and the Bentley's And the Jaguars, and the fly cars Where you at? [Lil' Mo] Yeah yeah, yeah yeah Hot boyz, hot boyz (I'm out) Hot boyz, I like 'em like that
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| 15. |
| 4:18 |
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Do it do it do it do it do it, no! [Missy] I was lookin for affection So I decided to go, swing that dick in my direction I'll be out of control Let's take it to perfection Just you and me Let's see if you can bring the bring the bring the nasty out of me Nownownow now sock it 1 - Ooh ahh, sock it to me like you want to I can take it like a pro and you'll know Do it long bro with a back stroke My hormones are jumpin like a disco I be poppin mats like some Crisco. And all you gotta say is that Missy go And when you say it though I want it moved slow I'm at your house around midnight Don't fall asleep It'll just be me me me on a late night creep I'ma show you thangs,that you can't believe Jump in this b-e-beat And won't you sock it to me? Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Repeat 1 [Da Brat] Uh why Missy be sockin it to niggaz like Ree-Ree The baddest industry bitches of the century Hit hard like penitentiary did, finally admitted that we the shit, combination on this lethal Poppin patron in the 600 with no see-through 'cept for the repercussion fuckin with shit Like this we parlay puffin constantly makin niggaz suffer the consequence gotta get these ends bitch House in the Chi with a Caddy in Atlanta with a Benz Niggaz been huffin and puffin but ain't try shit Got cream motherfuckers steady ride quick Besides kid wanna but bust you shouldn't forget ends when you fuckin with me, you jealous cause I live more flushed Me and Missy been livin with the ?Harruss bein ruckast plus? When I'm sellin, never gon stop it, sockin it to niggaz and rockin it, droppin em on the spot, heat up and glock and wreck a shot, knockin you off of your socks Guaranteed platnium watch two of the coldest bitches get hot I be the B-R-A-T, her be Missy and we some bad bitches who be fuckin it up I'm the B-R-A-T, her be Missy and we some bad bitches who be fuckin it uuuup
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| 16. |
| 4:00 |
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To the M-I prrrrrrrr, cat like a semi Nigga stole my car, why'nt you get my Give yo' ass a black eye Oh, say bye-bye I'mma give your body to the sky Run through your clique Nigga, you pissed on trip I'mma have to bust you in your lips And the whips better have a whole lotta chips Cuz I ain't for no nigga givin' tips She's a bitch When you say my name Talk mo' junk but won't look my way She's a bitch See I got more cheese So back on up while I roll up my sleeves 1 - She's a bitch You can't see me, Joe Get on down while I shoot my flow She's a bitch When I do my thing Got the place on fire, burn it down to flame Roll up in my car, don't stop, won't stop I'mma keep in rockin' til the clock don't tock I'mma keep it hot, light my ass on fire I'mma grab a philly, go and roll it at the bar Whatcha talk? Whatcha say? Huh? Gotta flow, gotta move it slow, huh? Better you runnin' out the door, huh? You gon' be a long lost soul, whacha say? Yippe yi yo, yippe yi yi yay Put me on stage, watchin' niggas feel me Put my shit on wax, watch it blaze like May Go yippe yi yo yippe yi yi yay 55, 65, hike 75, 85, test the mic 95, Missy wild for the night 105, I'mma keep the crowd hyped 2 - She's a bitch When they say my name Talk mo' junk but won't look my way She's a bitch See I got mo' cheese Back on up while I roll up my sleeve She's a What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? Whatchu know about Timothy, lemme know Eat an MC like Cease, lemme know If he get drunk lean on me, lemme know I'm about to bust like pee, feel me now Anybody know my skills, what the deal Anybody feel my skills, it's the real Anybody wanna come fuck wit us still Anybody gotta get the hoe by they pill Repeat 2 Repeat 1
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| 3:40 |
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[Verse 1] You're the reason I don't trust no one And I don't love no one From the places I've come Sad songs I've sung All the times I've been stung For you bring the worst out of me (HOLLA!) And I can't down these tears I've cried The heaviness inside Left me so petrified Tried ta keep love alive But I became too tired Cuz you bring the worst out of me (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know anywhere but sumthin must've went wrong And all I can say....... [Chorus] Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you, stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) [Verse 2] And I compromised all my time And rearranged my life To make sure you was fine Cuz our love was on the line And I became so unkind Cuz you brought the worst out of me (You brought the worst out of me) This is (this is) how the story goes Those ones who know when its out of control You work (work) and you work (work) And sumone gets hurt And I guess that be me..... (When I sing) When I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you, stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know anywhere but sumthin must've went wrong And all I can say....... (When I sing) Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you, stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee)
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