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Ay yo yo yoyo yoyoyoyo Ay yo yo yoyo yoyoyoyo Ay yo yo yo yo Ay yo Missy I just came out here a hour & twenty five minutes on one of them Gilligan island shits of New York & Virginia Word up!to visit your ass,and you playin' shit like this up in my ears. What the fuck you think you doin' thinkin' I ain't gonna get on this mutha fucka before I bounce. Yo check this out,let me hit you with this real shit real quick Missy. One shot baby just let me do my shit for a minute on your shit. Check it out. Ah hahahah! I continue to disreguard all of ya'lls opinian Ahah!Blast! your whole ass into oblivian,eheaha,makin' New York with virgin-akins. Eheh,this shit be baggin',eheh. If you disagree,Uhah!,before I smoke this,& get a little drunk and a little pissy,when I finish my music Ima make all ya'll mutha fuckas miss me! See who is he,that girl right there who is she? It's Busta Ruhmes and Missy,niggaz when ya come around Missy don't act like a fuckin' sissy. No chicken headz allowed here,no time for the kissy kissy,and when they askin' who is he? I be Busta Ryhmes the pheneminal of get busy,strictly major effected,ya'll niggaz know the drilly,we gettin' money togetha,trackin' stacks and then countin' em Ya'll niggaz stay tuned for the rest of my homegirl Missy's album Word up! Flip Mode is the mutha fuckin' squad! Busta Ryhmes commin' in right here with this quick lil' drop on ya. Ah yo ya'll niggaz stay focussed!Keep ya eyes and ears on this fulfillin' shit,Missy be numba one! Blossumin',like beautiful flowers on ya'll mutha fuckas! Stay Tuned. |
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| 2. |
| 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 Misty 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 Timberland 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. |
| 4:26 |
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Do it (repeat 6X) No (repeat 3X) Verse One: Missy Elliott I was lookin for affection, so I decided to go Swing that up in my direction, I'll be outta control Let's take it to perfection, let's see if you can bring bring bring, the nasty out of me Len Len Len uhh won't you sock it 2 me Chorus: Missy Elliott Sock it ooh ahh Sock it 2 me like you want to ooh I can take it like a pro you know Move along pro with the backstroke My hormones jumpin like a disco I be poppin mess like some Crisco All you gotta say is where Missy go And when you say go I say move slow Verse Two: Missy Elliott I'm at your house around midnight, don't fall asleep It'll just be me me me, on a late night creep I'm gonna show you things, that you can't believe Jump in this be-e-beat, won't you sock it 2 me Chorus 3X Verse Three: Da Brat Why Missy be sockin it to niggaz like ReRe The baddest industry bitches of the century Hit hard, like penetentiary bars Finnaly admitted that we the shit combination on the see-through Poppin patron with Missy on the 600 with no see-through Suffer the repercussion, fuckin with shit like this We partay puffin constantly makin niggaz suffer the consequence Gotta get that ass bitch House in the Chi with a Candy in Atlanta with a Benz Niggaz been huffin and puffin but ain't try shit Got cream motherfuckers steady ride quick besides kids wanna bust But you shouldn't forget ends when you fuckin with me You jealous cause I live more flushed Me and Missy been livin with the (unknown) Harrass bein ruckest plus (unknown) When I'm sellin, never gonna stop it Sockin it 2 niggaz, droppin em on the spot Get up in the block around the shop, knockin you off of yo socks Guaranteed platinum, watch two of the coldest bitches get hot I be the B-R-A-T, her be Missy We be the bad bitches who be fuckin it up I be the B-R-A-T, her be Missy We be the bad bitches who be fuckin it up I'm yo' nigga for life ba-by Listen to ya we drive all these motherfuckers crazy You know what I'm sayin, yeah Timbaland I see you baby, I feel you Sock it 2 em goddamnit It's 9-7, this the motherfuckin bitch era What y'all niggaz wanna do The rat-tat-tat on that ass once more I'm out the door motherfucker, yeah |
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| 4. |
| 4:11 |
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Me I'm supa fly supa dupa fly I can't stand the rain Me I'm supa fly sups dupa fly When the rain hits my window I take a puff, puff me some indo Me and Timbaland-ohh We tango-dango We so tight that you get our styles tangled Sway-lo dosi-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 D-L Chorus:4x I can't stand tha' rain Against my window Beep Beep Who got the keys to tha' jeep? VRROOOOM I'm drivin to tha beach Top down Loud sounds see my peeps Give them pound Now look who it be It be me me me and Timothy Look lik eit baout to rain whatta shame I got tha armor all shine to tha stain Oh Missy Try and maintin Freaky Freaky Freaky Chorus I feel tha wind Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten Begin, I sit on Hills like Lauryn Until tha rain starts Comin down Pourin Chill I got my umbrella My finger waves these dats They fall like Humpty Chunky I break up with hime before he dump me To hav eme oh yes you lucky Chorus 1.5x |
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| 5. |
| 4:58 |
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Why you played on me wasn't I good enough for you? All those other girls you been wit can't do like I do. (Doo,dooo) Gave you all my dough when you needed it all the time And if you planin on leavin me, its been then give me a sign. Chorus: (2x) 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 ifs' ands or waits it's over babe (It's over) 2nd Verse: Why you cheated on me can you tell me, what have I done? I thought you was the one but you just a hit and run. Gave up clubs and parties, I put them aside Left me in the dark with no kind of sign Why don't you give me a sign? Chorus: (No thinkin twice) 3rd Verse: All my friends say, I can do better then you Maybe they was right cause I feel like a 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 Chorus: (Beep me or at least give me a call) Magoo, Magoo Type of nigga made built to last Look homegirl I pump like gas When get your friend and your girl and them My sex drive workout like a gym Kim Was a girl that I used to hit You the girl that I gotta quit See the kitty kit Gotta groom it like a light In the night girl the freak come out but don't bite No diggity who took you out no doubt When I first got down let us both shout Look out make it live dip and dive square it alive Shoot me suga there it is, now you talkin square biz I'm leavin you without a riz but I still love the kids What you think him that girl get you mind checked Take some time recollect, I just gave you disrespect. Tim: What yall gone do fellas don't beep them 911 Don't beep them 911 |
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| 6. |
| 3:17 |
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Damn, he he he Timbaland, we bout to lace em one mo time Uh huh, say what? He he he he, damn he he Timbaland, he he, yeah We bout to lace em one mo time Alright, yeah , ooh The M-I to the S-S They put that on my chest My car's the way that I flex And people say I'm dope as fuck They say I'm just too fly I make em wanna get high They want a piece of this pie But I'm just too damn chill for them No way I flip my shit It feels like a good hit And even if you buy it Nigga, you can't get smokin in this hay Nigga, what you got to say Iza bah bah zah zay Iza zah zah zah zay We ridin through your hood (hood) With a dollar dank (dank) And a S-L-K (what), and a 348, what 9 (uh) Two bad niggas, from the big VA(bay-ay) Twelve blunts a day (what) Chillin on the other side of the bay (bay) Who y'all think y'all is (is) Tryin to get with Mis (Mis) You tryin to dis You think you can beat us, shit (shit) Free them ill 1 to 12 She's in a Benz Free them ill creators Just, I'm a friend, what (what) I come back into my flow My people just don't know They hate the way that I hee They hate the way that I hee-haw Cuz I got too much doe You know my steelo So what you come here fo See, you don't wanna fuck wit me Get it off your chest You know who's the best See, there's no other yes That can get down like Missy So hit you off like this And you be the witness That I'm a sure gets dick Nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, a-heh |
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| 7. |
| 3:18 |
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Bitches I never wanna hang with bitches Since I turn Missy Every bitch I meet be booty lickin My ass they kissin But I feel like they way to picky I use to know a guy name Ricky Oh really? Don't piss me off and Son, better let ya'll know you lucky Cause if I come out buckin The whole world better be duckin Cause I roll with Puffy No Doubt Shit turned out get lucky No matter what you still love me You whack, you buggin Chorus: Pass da blunts on the left hand side Pass da blunts on the left hand side We got the beats You got the beats that make me jump, jump, jump We got the beats You got the beats that make me rocky dodi dum Pass da blunts on the left hand side Pass da blunts on the left hand side I got the rhymes I got the rhymes to make you jump, jump, jump I got the rhymes I got the rhymes to make you rocky dodi dum Niggas I always keep a good nigga I get him for his figures I A-K-A gold digga See me with him In a jewelry store Buyin glitta Should I not or should I? I'm a get em, I'm a get em Bitches They mad cause I be flossin Yeah this pussy costin Tired and we tossin You know I'm rockin Cause there will be no stoppin All that shit you poppin What that shit you talkin Chorus [Timbaland] Welcome y'all To Timbaland and Missy hit factory A lot of people try and sneak in And get the ingredients But I am da man behind the ingredients So please come to me with the recipe baby You see me on the videos And then you want to go and play me on the stereo Mic check 1-2-1-2 Here I go My style is supa dupa fly and yours is so so You see me on the videos And then you want to go and play me on the stereo Mic check 1-2-1-2 Here I go My style is supa dupa fly and yours is so so |
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| 8. |
| 0:43 |
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Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style (fa la la la la) Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style (EEEEE fa la la la la) Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style (fa la la la la) Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style Me and Timbaland our style's so superb have you heard have you heard Me and Timbaland our style's so superb have you heard have you heard Me and Timbaland our style's so superb (say what) have you heard the word? |
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| 9. |
| 5:00 |
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Missy: Yeah A little slow jam Kiss me Hold me The weatherman says it's gonna be Cold tonight Whatever man Whatever whatever whatever whatever whatever Whatever man you wanna do I'll be the pilot Don't miss your flight I'm stewardess of the plane Feel the turbulence and maintain Please refrain stay in your seats Until we reach the game I'm stewardess of the plane Feel the turbulence and maintain Please refrain stay in your seats Ginuwine: Take me higher Let's just go for a little Joy Ride Whatever man Whatever whatever whatever whatever Let's stay Buckled up And let's make love Across the friendly skies I'm passenger of this plane I feel the turbulence I maintain I will refrain Stay in my seat Till I reach the gate I'm passenger of this plane I feel the turbulence I maintain I will refrain I stay in my seat I want you (I want you) Baby, I want you (Baby you know I want) I really really wanna (fuck) you Sho nuff wanna (fuck) you I want you Yes I do (I want you) Baby Baby, I want you (I know you know what I want) I really really wanna (fuck) you I really wanna (fuck) you Sho nuff wanna (fuck) you Sho nuff wanna Is there anything that you want Is there anything that you need Call on me (Ginuwine) Call on me (Ginuwine) Is there anything that you want Is there anything that you crave Call on me (Ginuwine) Cuz I'm a passenger of your plane Yeah Electronic Voice: Missy fly with me Missy fly with me, fly with me Missy fly with me Missy fly with me, fly with me |
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| 4:09 |
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My best friend say She sick of me cryin on the phone Tellin how the Men are doggin me My best friend say Don't tell her nothin bout me can you girl She ain't showin me no sympathy My best friend say If she was me she'd let you go long long time ago My best friend say My best friend say I'll be there Chorus: I'll still be there for you In your time of need You can lean on me Come on I'll be there for you I'll be there for you In your time of need You can lean on me Come on I'll be there for you My best friend say I can stay with her At her house no doubt any time I like My best friend say Don't let you ruin my life Cuz you don't do for me And you don't act right My best friend say If she was me she would let you go long long time ago My best friend say My best friend say Chorus x 2 |
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| 12. |
| 3:54 |
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Verse One: I pulls up in my strech I let my homegirls flex my 9 8 close and closer they follow in my Limo playin' cd's of when I used to HeeeHee totally in my ass cheecks they sweat these beets for any kinda jeeps you know how I is so freakin' hot that I siz Geewiz get my clothes taylored like I'm Liz Miz I'm commin' for your ass in a min seconds or hours Everything I do seem to bloom like flowers I cruse these beets like I'm drivin' Eddie Bauer,some of ya'll mc's mad I got the power,I hit you with the Pllllll pmm uhh,take that,niggaz wanna step well um UHH take that,what mmm uh uh take that,yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Chorus: Izzy Izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah hard bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah Blizzy Blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay none of y'all fools ain't got shit on me *repeat* Verse two: M-A to the G double O my man Moe, smooth like Joe Timberland where you get the doe I'ma get my niggaz niggaz go and get ya hoes flows to come so natural I'ma take a stroll role this high droll I'ma take my ass to Pazzaz and Essoh slow oh down diggy diggy doh Chorus:2x Bridge:(Missy singin') You never heard beets like this before when me and Timberland walk throught the door our style be tighter then before, you like our steelo (repeat 2x) Chorus till end |
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| 13. |
| 4:32 |
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Missy Talking: I know there somebody out there who had a nasty nasty friend who wanna go around humping everybody Can I get a hoe? You know what I'm saying? So I'ma talk about this one I had a fewa years ago Verse One: I had a friend named Cutie Tootie Tootie turned tricks to get some Gucci Known as loose bootie Truly she was a freak in the evenin And if she wasn't teasin then give me one reason Why she do dat? Always knew dat She was hot as da nectar Hector said he pecked her, direspected her Cause he bang bang swang in his dingalang Broke his back long range And make the ugly bitch sing Chorus: Oooh oooh Why you hurtin me? Tell me why more Oooh oooh Oooh oooh Why you hurtin me? Tell me why more Oooh oooh Verse Two: Cutie Tootie with her sight And if she humped Ralph She humped Bobby, Ricky and Mike Tight, is the way she wore her dresses Has she learned her lesson From all the dick testing Now I'm guessing She's laying in a casket In a yellow basket For a Gucci jacket Daggit, I wish she didn't do those nasty things Cause he made the ugly bitch sing Chorus Verse Three: Tootie didn't know the facts of life Staying up in clinics Loosy bootie made trife Feeling, she got the heeby geebies Quick to give you freebies Underneath the staircase in Brooklyn Neighbors out the window sure was lookin She greasy like chicken I don't give a cotton pick and She can do her thing Cause me and her don't hang The ugly bitch sang Chorus Missy Talking: So you know what? This should be a lesson for anybody who's hanging with someone who's dirty, nasty, stank Once again going around humping everybody Everybody and anybody and anything That's why you make the ugly bitch sing |
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| 5:02 |
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Verse One: Nigga, watz up? You think you tough, I'm fly shit Has a bitch, dope as fuck Sho nuff I'm guaranteed, no diggities Fight you like the fucking enemies You would think there's fucking ten of me When I'm sending these Blows, blows, hoes want to roll like hydro When I suck Timbaland's bone like you (barking in the background) Fido, I go Scoop Lil' Kim Me, she, her, them and him Gets high in a tunnel They see my Lexus comin They hear the bass rumblin They come quick, they come quick Like a dick, I make myself sick I'm so motherfuckin bad to the bone Like my titties are full blown Chorus: My style of rappin, my style I'm such such a good rapper, I'm such such a good rapper I give you good and plenty, yeah yeah My styles the bomb diggy, my style My style of rappin I'm such such a good rapper, I'm such a good rapper I give you good and plenty hmmm hmmm My style the bomb diggy Verse Two: I'm calling your cards like Sprint Can't be me, can't see me I'm low like Timb, ladies and gents Dogs, cats and babies Whoever but my style I hope you croak from the rabies Swayze,maybe I call your name Ain't that a fucking shame I'm too high for that I'm great like the dane Mane on main If you decide to put your hands On my fucking light Like the ciggarettes I light You must burn, you better learn >From the pro Who rock shows after shows When it rains it pours I hurt like the cold souls My style polishes like nails and toes You know, know Chorus Verse Three: You beg to be put on like cats Nigga know who I am Now you want to sing and dance You want to shake your stanky ass Well I'm sorry Sam God damn, ou ain't family You hounding me, pounding me With the same old story You bore me Lordy have mercy on all these groupies Sorry cutie Why you go and shake your bootie? Cause there's only one Lil' Kim The triple beam, the misdemean Nigga queen, whoomp, we Tag Team So hot we melt like ice cream Without the dick riding Dreams of smoking a California blunt I got the lyrics to make you feel it What you want nigga? I'm talking about my style I am the flyest then RZA now I'm talking about my style Let me tell you about Missy's style Chorus Hey Timbaland be talking more shit And Lil' Kim be talking more shit Da Brat be talking more shit Busta Rhymes be talking more shit 702 talk shit And Aaliyah talk shit Ginuwine be talking more shit And I be talking more shit And Total be talking more shit Maganoo and St. Nick we be talking shit Jimmy talking shit too We out |
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| 4:30 |
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Verse One: Close your eyes Visualize Space and I verbalize You chastize But can't stop my enterprise Put your rhymes in a line Put your raps in a stack I'll break you and your singer like Jinga I mean um I spit like knee On you this tight thing Space nine enferno One verbs be frightening And for the sword fights tonight My entourage is in camoflauge Remove your mask Let down your visage But don't slip up Cause when I was in my ship That's when I get ripped up The whole world Fuck it G-S-E committee Got your panties shitty Click you sick Callosso with itty bitty Space and Missy Sip my style till your pissy Virgina bitch galactic Chorus: I be writing, writing, writing rhymes everyday Don't you say no more you don't want to battle Said I'm writing rhymes, writing rhymes everyday Don't you say no more you don't want to battle Verse Two: Mama, Daddy, you ain't, ready Act like you know me Fly, as friends be Sizzling, I'm chilling Man, you twisting You sissy, you dis me You wish we was fucking tight Auntie, Papa, Smoke lala Hallah, fala, don't bother to swalla This bottle of remmy, got plenty Of weed So give me, give me, give me, give me, give me, please See's, no one, fly like these Bees from over seas, we scratch our knees Please, little one, please You know my rhymes get tight When I smoke all night (chorus comes in) Chorus Verse Three: We high tech like Timbo's Slap faces of dirty hoes N-Y-M-B-A Dirty combo when we play Swirl like the milky way Deep like my black hole I oppose, to expose Chemical gases up your nose Fade away like ozone Quazars, moves and shit Hey yo Missy, where da clip? I think I need a hit Shitty bees up in da place Wanna be down with whoever Be all up in his face but aint even on the level I pull your wig back Let of steam like nasty pools That heat be to hot Melt down, now up in pot Count down, 3-2-1, lift off Now over tize, Venus we circlize And mars we tantalize Comatize like Hale-Bopp Smoking trees non stop Then I send a televize from satelite on Nightline Yeah, wouldn't you like to get away To the moon We shine like stars Lock down like metal bars Chorus My style is a one-in-a-million I flow on and on and on My rhymes give you a really good feeling All day long (repeat |
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| 0:25 |
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Yo, you have come almost to the close of my album but before I go I just wanna thank God for staying with me through my ups and downs and through my whole period of doing this album, I want to thank Timbaland who came up with the beats and all the people who appeared on my album Make it hot, aight, I'm out |
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