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One two three four five six seven eight nine!" - Chuck D
"Are we on the air?" {*beat from Method Man's original "Bring the Pain" starts playing*} [Missy Elliott] Uhh, uhh .. {HA?} Uhh {HA?} uhh {HA?} Uhh, this is - uhh, a Missy Elliott - uhh, exclusive Uh-huh.. woo!! [Missy] And I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Ooh baby, what's your name? {HA?} I love the way you're spittin the game You made me change from thinkin all guys the same You the type of guy I wanna marry in months Got exactly what I want {HA?} And ain't no fakin the funk Your attitude is funk and you're makin me crunk (c'mon) [Chorus: Missy - singing] Yes it's real baby Got me so crazy Light my fire dirty Like the way you serve me Stimulate my body Crunk just like a party Ohh, you won't be sorry My papi, I'm yo' mami [Missy] I'm in your life to come and let you explore {HA?} And take you on a tour The kind of guys that be talkin that noise Is the reason I ignore {UH-HA!} And you the one I wanna take to MEET MOMS "He's a rap superstar" {UH-HA!} I wanna be the one, you like I'm sure to do you right [Chorus] [Method Man] + (Missy) Is it real hon, if it's really real (let's chill) Maybe pop an X pill (how does sex feel?) Come and get your next thrill (you the raw deal) Yo I'm sayin if your man won't (Mr. Meth will) That's amore', all day, mind over matter And my forte' is foreplay, sex on a platter Have it your way, then who, serve you everything on the menu And all that freak shit that you into Sweet lady, you drive me half crazy Maybe, we can go half on a baby (on a baby?) Poppa got a brand new bag Hidden in the stash of his brand new Jag Lovely, kick your shoes off and get comfy We can bump uglies if you ain't got your monthly Yes I, like "American Pie" Tell 'em M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-Y [Chorus] [Missy] M-E-T-H-O-D, Man M-I-S-S-Y, I am I came came to bang bang the boogie I see you lookin to bang out my nookie You want my cookies I baked for you rookies Work hard they want me to bang bang and stick me If you want my nookie you got to come quickly M-E-T-H-O-D is ya wit me? (Mr. Meth) is ya wit me? |
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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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Pick up your phone I'm on the request line[Scratching] This is a Missy Elliott one time exclusive [Chorus] Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it It's (I put thing down, flip and reverse it)*Backwards 2x* If you got a big [elephant], let me search it To find out how hard I gotta work ya It's (I put 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 ova Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa Call before you come, I need to shave my chocha You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha Go downtown and eat it like a vulcha See my hips and my tips don't cha See my ass and my lips don't cha Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya This the kinda beat that go bha 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 wata Boy oh boy its good to know ya [repeat chorus] [verse 2] If you're a fly gyal, then get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy lift it up, lets make a toasta Lets get drunk, its gon bring us closa Don't I look like a HalleBerry posta? See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya Girlfriend wanna be like me neva You won't find a bitch that's even betta I make it hot as Las Vegas weatha 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 fonts Love the way my ass bump bump bump bump bump bump Keep your eyes on my bump bump bump bump bump And think you can handle this ga-dunk ga-dunk dunk Take my thong off and my ass go boom Cut the lights off so you see what I can do [repeat 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 not a foul shakin that ass Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang Just make sure you ahead of tha game Just cuz I got a lot of fame supa Prince couldn't get me change my name howpa Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no se Picture black sayin oh yesa massa Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor Minute man big red can outlast ya Who is the best, I don't have to ask ya When I come out, you won't even matta Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh So you act dumb like ughhh, duh And the drummer boy go pa rum pum pum pum Give ya some some, some of this in a bun [repeat 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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"Brothers and sisters! Brothers and sisters, I don't know what this world is coming to!" [Jigga] Whassup Missy? Timbo! [Missy] This is.. another.. Missy [Jigga] Hip-Hop! Yes! [Missy] Elliott, exclusive [Jay-Z] Yes, uhh One for the butters, I came from the gutter No I came from my mother but y'all know what I mean Hov' is here to stay like permanent crease in your jeans Me and Missy be the new +Tag Team+ "Whoomp! There It Is" We like, Rae & Ghost, A.G. and Showbiz We "Public Enemy #1," our "Uzi Weighs a Ton" This is our house, RUN! [laughing] [Missy] What happened to those good old days? {HA?} When hip-hop, was so much fun Ohh, house parties in the summer y'all (c'mon) And no one, came through with a gun It was all about the music y'all It helped.. to relieve some stress {HA?} Ohh, we was under one groove y'all (y'all) So much love {HA?} between North and West [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Go back in the day British Knights and gold chains Do the prep and cabbage patch And wear your laces all fat Back in the dayyyyyyyy, hey hey Hip-Hop has chaaaanged [Missy] Remember when we used to battle? (uh-huh) On the block {HA?} before the lights came on Ohh! Mama said we would be straight A kids (c'mon) If we did our homework, like we knew those songs Salt-N-Pepa, Rakim, and P.E. {HA?} D.M.C, and Heavy D Yes! Daddy Kane, Slick Rick too (oh-OOH!) MC Lyte ("Paper Thin") opened, doors for you and me, c'mon [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Young! J. Bizzy, let's do it again nigga Grew up the way it oughta be From day KRS-One all the way up to "Nineteen Naughty Three" To M.O.P., we "Cold as Ice" Nigga we rock it from the "Dre Day" to the Suge Knight So fuck Chuck Phillips and Bill O'Reilly If they try to stop hip-hop, we all gon' rally nigga Post Biggie and 'Pac I gotta hold down the city Make a nigga wanna 'holla' like Missy, but fuck it Just let a nigga MC The best rapper alive, unquestionably If you rip on your +EP+ you gonna need an +MD+ So "You Gots to Chill" cause I "Kill at Will" like solid water dude; y'all niggaz don't get it "Kill at Will," solid water? Ice Cube Ha ha, that's how hip-hop has evolved Jay-Z's for President, I'm namin Ra as the National God [Missy] Me and Jigga, Jigga J-J-Jay-Hova I rocks the mic right whether I'm pissy drunk or sober Misdemeanor fo'-finger ringer I'm stupid FRESH I've been hot since LL rocked the Kangol HAT Yes yes, the yes yes, the yes y'alln C'mon... AW YEA, AW YEA Okay, me, that nigga Jigga, fresh dressed in the mornin C'mon... AW YEA, AW YEA [Chorus] [ad libs and whistling] [Missy] I wanna, go back in, time (let's go) Feels like I, I wanna, go back in, time Feels like I (Y'all remember "Self Destruction"?) I wanna, go back in, time (Where all the rap artists got on a record together?) Feels like I, I wanna, go back in, time (I used to love them days, no tension, let's go!!) [Chorus] |
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[Intro: Missy] This is a Misdemeanor exclusive If your radio is experiencing any kind of difficulties Turn the volume up Yes, turn the volume up Yes, turn the volume up This is an exclusive (Turn the volume up) [Verse 1: Missy] It's very necessary, on the contray No you do not scare me, is you drinkin' Bloody Mary? But shit, you betta hurry, before I have to bury My attitude is bitchy, cuz my period is heavy I used to drive a Chevy, put twenties on that baby My nigga was the shit, but then that stupid nigga left me And now I'm lovin' Larry, but Larry go with Terri And Terri is a freak, but it's his baby she will carry The life he live's a fairy, cartoon like "Tom and Jerry" My flow is legendary and your style is temporary Yeah, you need to worry, like Jason, it gets scary The words that I spit don't fit in that category Is my vision blurry? My speech is very slurry Me without Tim is like Jamaicans with no curry And yes, it's necessary, so hurry, nigga, hurry Cuz when this album drops, you whack MC's will all get burried [Chorus] Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) [Verse 2: Missy] Your style's very crummy, that's why you have no money You always looking bummy, I don't care if you don't love me Don't try to come before me, unless you are a dummy Repeat, you'll lose your teeth and I would hate to call you gummy Rainy or sunny, battle no way, honey This not a game of Hide-and-Seek, go call ya mummy It's about get so ugly, and I'ma keep y'all runnin' Hiding from me, cuz you know you are weak You ain't sayin' nothin', I keep it jumpin' jumpin' In your Kenwoods, I'm bumpin' sumthin' in ya trunk'n You can say I'm buggin', cuz when I come out bustin' That's why y'all be discussin' who I like and who I'm fuckin' [Repeat Chorus] [Break: Timbaland] C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon Fickidy, uh, uh, uh C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon [Beat changes] [Verse 3: Ms. Jade] I had a little homie named Paul Revere Smokes blunt after blunt, guzzled 40's of beer He would swear up and down every first of the year He was gon' quit smokin', but he never did Watch y'all huskey, it's about that time Gettin' ready for the club 'round quarter til' nine Couple bottles of hypnotic in the back of the ride Might spit like a girl, but I hit like a guy Me and Missy ballin' up the avenue Funky fresh dressed to impress, we mackin' dudes Music biz only reason I ain't jackin fools You know bullshit walk and stackin' rules Shit keeps drawin', the streets keep callin' Drink til' I'm nice and uh, uh-uh, on'n I'm bad luck, y'all mad cuz y'all suck Please do not try to fuck with young duck Please do not try to fuck with young duck [Beat switches back to original] [Repeat Chorus] |
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[Beyonce] There ain't nothing out there... [Missy] A Missy Elliott Exclusive [Missy (phone)] I know one thing Beyonce better not answer this phone Her and the ladies in free I ain't got no money either shoot We 'posed to been at the club [Beyonce] Ooh Hello? [Missy] Beyonce! I know you ain't letting that broke down insecure L.L. Cool J wanna be nigga keep you in the house for another Friday. [Beyonce] Just..Just go ahead I'ma stay here wit my man. Ain't notin out there for me. My man don't like my friends (Girl your man ain't no good why he tryin to keep you in?) He says they influence me (If I was an influence Id'a been said leave) But boy I love him so (Girl we late for the club, why you still don't wanna roll?) Cuz I got my prize right here (But see the guys at the party!) [Chorus] Ain't nothing out there for me Ain't nothing about there for me This is where I wanna be I dun already been in the streets And I aint came across nothin' so sweet He's the only man that I love And I don't need more than one So don't worry when I'm hanging out He's the only one that I am thinking about! I know he's insecure Everytime I leave out the door (and you letting him spoil your night? Live your life, you aint even his wife) He ain't gotta worry about me Cus I got something more sweet (Oh you must got a diamond ring) And I know I'm so lucky Aint nothin' [Chorus] Ain't nothing about there for me This is where I wanna be I dun already been in the streets And I aint came across nothin' so sweet He's the only man that I love And I don't need more than one So don't worry when I'm hanging out He's the only one that I am thinking about! And I love him He's my baby for sure I a sure him that I love him more than ever before And he don't bore me and his love like the time that we met I adore him And no man has come closer than that [repeat] [Chorus] Ain't nothing out there for me Ain't nothing about there for me This is where I wanna be I dun already been in the streets And I aint came across nothin' so sweet He's the only man that I love And I don't need more than one So don't worry when I'm hanging out He's the only one that I am thinking about! Look you goin or what? Go ahead I'ma stay here with my man Ain't nothing out there for me Its a lotta guys with cash and they like to spend money fast Now is your sure about that? I'm chillin with my man What part don't you understand? Yeah I'm sure about that I think you should really go I heard the party is outta control Make sure you sure about that I don't care about no club Cus my man is all I love Yeah I'm sure about that Don't let him blow your high Go out and have a nice time Now is ya sure about that? Girl I do not get high, and with him I spend all my time Yeah I'm sure about that Ok stay wit your man ill be at the club doing my dance... Oh.. (you're the only one I'm thinking about) |
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My twinkies looks stanky on the benz
and don't I gotta look shweet for my mens i make em think i got a whole bunch of paper and even they the ball player from the lakers now faker taker maker holla at cha later shake and wake up tell em what to get my ass from Jacobs that's the way a real diva like to floss it but a car no matter what it costess of course its my rolls royce's made dem nosses tell you who the muthafuckin' boss is I'ma drive and you walkin that's why you talkin see the chrome spinning on the wheel stop jockin' I'ma let you know real nice and slow I'll be broke as a joke if I had to be your ho so po' Missy on the rise like the sun if you think that I'm done I ain't even begun *Slide slide dip shake Move it all around, move it all around Slide slide dip dip shake move it all around move it all around Feel the boom bass to get you bad kit 15's putting holes in you back kit bo bo boom, bo bo boom, bo bo boom, bo bo boom don't it sound so fantastic my lamborghini disappear like houdini 2 20 cant see me in a bottle like a genie Teenie, Weenie Now hate me like you hate to eat your wheaties. Now here's a freebie I'ma let you see my on t.v. except that my emmy autogrammy in miama I hit you with the 1-2 whammie you know tooth granny with a hole in her panties and i don't give a shit if you can stare me cause I is what I is and what I am is like my mamey and I don't mean to sound to peti but they used to call me fatty till I got with puff daddy Slide slide dip shake Move it all around, move it all around Slide slide dip dip shake move it all around move it all around My rims keep turnin and turnin tires burnin through queens and mouths burning (rrrr) and yes it's my concern that you chain platinum or is it really sterlin'? I'm old school, I rock da sherlin from new jers. heard all the way to berlin and as for certain behind every curtain there's a snake bitch lerkin and she about to catch a hurtin mr. moles on da beats and missy be the beats behind the beats my record sales don't jump and do leaps and while you sleep i'm on the grind as a creep Sho-creep! I got puma's on my feet fresh gear, eryday all week you know I keep a high from a peeps never cheap underground like the streets (oh-oh) Slide slide dip shake Move it all around, move it all around Slide slide dip dip shake move it all around move it all around |
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To the beat y'all, play that beat (5x)
(This is a Missy Elliott exclusive) [1st Verse] When you wanna go around the world (I'm ready) And if you want me to fight your ex-girl for you (I'm ready 2x) If you need me to cook you meals (I'm ready) And if you want me to come and chill with you boy (Suga' I'm ready) [Chorus] You don't know how you got me I've never been in so, but not me I was always told not to be Givin' up the [cat] easy Something you do reminds me Friends be tryin' to stop me They can't believe you got me Givin' up the [cat] easy [2nd Verse] When you need a backrub from working all day (I'm ready) Uh when you need a chick to come over right away (I'm ready) (Like this) When you need me to wash your clothes boy (I'm ready) When you need me on the phone to curse out the hoes (Suga' I'm ready) [Chorus] Boy there ain't none quite like you Ask me and I'll always do Cuz' I got this thing for you You know what a little [cat] can do [Repeat] [Chorus] I'm ready when your baby momma trips So just call me come in doin' backwards flips My darling Would you like me bust her lips Cuz' I'm ready, show you I'm the realest chick And I love you I'll do what you want me to do I said I love you For you I'm more than a crew I'm Mrs. Do-right Can't go wrong with me I said R-E-D-Y Always on time Uh, come on |
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This is another Missy Elliot Exclusive (yeah)
Verse 1 I remember when ya ass was broke And so in love with me You were always at home Always talking about Loan me this Loan me that Now gimme gimme And then you got dough decide you wanna leave got few chicks checkin for ya now, huh you forgot about me Chorus Aint it funny When a man get money Sure bet ya cant find him But when he come home beggin You cant deny him Where he at when you need him (hes out duckin you) But when he need a few dollars He know where to run to Verse 2 We would go out I had to pay for everything I never had to worry bout you fuckin round You used to tell me Yeah I love ya no one above ya Then I bought you clothes Made you look like a king Then them girls started flirting with ya ass, huh And you forgot about me Chorus Aint it funny When a man get money Sure bet ya cant find him But when he come home beggin You cant deny him Where he at when you need him (hes out duckin you) But when he need a few dollars He know where to run to Verse 3 Ill be the one you running to When yo pockets is low And you out of cash flow And your chicks dont want you no more Running to When you got no more gas And no funds to catch a cab And the chicks dont see you no more Chorus Aint it funny When a man get money Sure bet ya cant find him But when he come home beggin You cant deny him Where he at when you need him But when he need a few dollars |
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[Missy]
This is an old school Missy exclusive [Verse 1] Look I ain't on no ra-ra shit You dont wanna test how far Miss get Me and Tim's cars got kits But we don't drive around trying to prove you shit Everyone trying to be that bitch but there can only be one bitch, make hits I know I must make y'all sick Cuz Everytime I spit you beg to quit I used to drive a six And now I drive a mercala gold and shit On the plush gold seats to sit And I own my own click Man I must admit And my S is it Misdemeanor have you seen she the best it get And those who try to test this chick Where they at right now in peace restinin' [Chorus] If you broke Just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin up ya ass is some smoke See we rich folks, we buy boats And you is a broke bum nigga that's for sure I know you broke just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin' out ya is some smoke Cuz rich folks we buy boats And you is a broke bum liar that's for sure [Verse 2] Yeah boo you know you a joke Wear a fake Rolex, call it a Ro Claim you down with so and so Ya whack on whack, bows I came to throw I might just let you mop my flo' Here my autograph take this flick to go (CHEESE) Miss don't say no mo' Cuz you know what I do And you know what I know And I dont think so You dont wanna lose a arm or elbow If ya broke man just say so Cuz that bentley that you renting Man its got to go Back to the black man sto' Along with ya weave cop a new afro Why you wanna make Miss stoop so low But if you try to test me I just check ya slow [Chorus] If you broke Just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin up ya ass is some smoke Cuz we rich folks, we buy boats And you is a broke bum nigga that's for sure I know you broke just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin' out ya is some smoke Cuz rich folks we buy boats And you is a broke bum liar that's for sure [Verse 3] In old school we used to call out names But I ain't tryin' to get y'all all my fame My credit card gonna bring ya pain To know ya bank account just don't change No need to wreck ya brains Trying to see who Missy gon' slain I roll solo not with a gang Don't carry guns kick ass wit a chain Don't let me say it again Don't carry guns kick ass with a chain (WHASSSSA) Like a chinese man Reverse it (ti esrever) Know what I'm saying [Chorus] If you broke Just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin up ya ass is some smoke Cuz we rich folks, we buy boats And you is a broke bum nigga that's for sure I know you broke just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin' out ya is some smoke Cuz rich folks we buy boats And you is a broke bum liar that's for sure |
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| 4:26 |
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[Aaliyahs mother] This is the information for For where you can send the flowers Its for Aaliyah Ill give you the phone number in case you need it Ok we'll see you Take care of yourself I love you Bye bye [Missy] I been checkin on your moms and dad And your brother sister since the day you left Passed on and went away with God But for your mom its been So damn hard I hate to even hear her cry Aaliyah she asked me why Would a baby girl go this way Can you give me better words to say One day she'll see you again With the same old beautiful smile Long hair and the voice of a hummingbird You'll be singing them same old songs Aalyiah can you hear me I hope that you're proud of me Me and Tim we been doing our thing But Its never been the same Since you had to go I aint never met a friend More incredible [TLC] I know you in real good hands With God but damn I miss you Aayliah if you see Left Eye will you tell her That me and Boz miss her too Cuz no ones gunna fill her space TCL not replace Yall the reasons we learned to love Fly high with your 22 doves One day we'll see her again With the same old beautiful smile Crazy but sexy cool She'll be rapping them same old songs Lisa can you hear me We hope that you're proud of us TLC has come along way But its never been the same Since you had to go Cuz the healing process will be long and slow Aaliyah I know you in a safer place You face to face with the creator And Ill make up And if you and Left-Eye have been to chat tell her Me and Teone we know that she much safer If you see Biggie Smalls up in the clouds tell him Hes still the illest MC we had around 2pac there is only one Big Pun RIP we say one One day we'll see yall again With the same old beautiful smiles All styles so many styles And yall be doing the same old things The last time we seen ya We hope yall can change the world Let them see how short life be It would never be the same since you had to go To the music world yall are incredible |
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Pick up your phone I'm on the request line[Scratching] This is a Missy Elliott one time exclusive [Chorus] Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it It's (I put thing down, flip and reverse it)*Backwards 2x* If you got a big [elephant], let me search it To find out how hard I gotta work ya It's (I put 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 ova Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa Call before you come, I need to shave my chocha You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha Go downtown and eat it like a vulcha See my hips and my tips don't cha See my ass and my lips don't cha Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya This the kinda beat that go bha 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 wata Boy oh boy its good to know ya [repeat chorus] [verse 2] If you're a fly gyal, then get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy lift it up, lets make a toasta Lets get drunk, its gon bring us closa Don't I look like a HalleBerry posta? See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya Girlfriend wanna be like me neva You won't find a bitch that's even betta I make it hot as Las Vegas weatha 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 fonts Love the way my ass bump bump bump bump bump bump Keep your eyes on my bump bump bump bump bump And think you can handle this ga-dunk ga-dunk dunk Take my thong off and my ass go boom Cut the lights off so you see what I can do [repeat 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 not a foul shakin that ass Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang Just make sure you ahead of tha game Just cuz I got a lot of fame supa Prince couldn't get me change my name howpa Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no se Picture black sayin oh yesa massa Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor Minute man big red can outlast ya Who is the best, I don't have to ask ya When I come out, you won't even matta Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh So you act dumb like ughhh, duh And the drummer boy go pa rum pum pum pum Give ya some some, some of this in a bun [repeat 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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