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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World (1999)
Yo this the Queen Bee
And I came to say a little somethin' On my girl Missy shit You see I got somethin' to say That's right I got a problem I got a problem wit all ya'll muthafuckers out there That got a problem wit us calling ourselves a bitch Yeah that's right I said it muthafucker bitch what You see bitch is a strong word And only strong bitches can use that muthafucken' terminology Bitch I mean if you can't wear the name Don't try to use it, shucks Throw your hands up if you like to get high Make a phat beat so we can party all night If you got beef you gotta take it outside Throw your wrists up and lemme see your ice shine Throw your hands up if you like to get high To make a phat beat so we can party all night If you got beef you gotta take it outside Throw your wrists up and lemme see your ice shine |
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from Missy Elliott - Hot Boyz [single] (1999)
Missy]
This is for my ghetto motherfuckers Uh hey Are you really a hot boy Oh check me [Verse One] 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'll cook boy I'll give you more I'ma fly girl and I like those [CHORUS] Hot boyz Baby YOU got what I want See yall be drivin' those Lexus jeeps, and Benz jeeps and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin' cheaper wit' the Platinum Visa Hot boyz Baby YOU got what I want See yall be drivin' Jaguars, and the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin' hardball wit' the Platinum Visa [Verse Two] Is that your car, the SK8 Are you ridin' alone, can I be your date Come get me, get me Don't dis me, don't trick me I got some friends, can they come too Can you hook 'em up wit' some boyz like you A hot boy, a rock boy A top boy, and I like those [Repeat CHORUS] [Rap] Yo, I'ma dig in yo pockets Dig in yo wallets Money I'm foundin' Yea you got my heart poundin' You a hot boy, drive a drop boy With a lot boy, and you tote a glock boy Don't give me no reason I know that you treatin', these diamonds I'm needin' Make me believe it I want alot boy, with a hot boy Got a fun toy, and you tote a glock boy Hot boyz Baby YOU got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin' you like instantly Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps (ooh ooh) And the Bentley's, and the Jaguars, and the fly cars (ooh ooh) Where you at (ooh ooh) Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps (ooh ooh) And the Bentley's, and the Jaguars, and the fly cars (ooh ooh) Where you at (ooh ooh, yea yea, yea yea, my boyz) Hot boyz [Lil' Mo] Hot boyz, I like 'em like that |
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from Missy Elliott - Hot Boyz [single] (1999)
Missy]
This is for my ghetto motherfuckers Uh hey Are you really a hot boy Oh check me [Verse One] 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'll cook boy I'll give you more I'ma fly girl and I like those [CHORUS] Hot boyz Baby YOU got what I want See yall be drivin' those Lexus jeeps, and Benz jeeps and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin' cheaper wit' the Platinum Visa Hot boyz Baby YOU got what I want See yall be drivin' Jaguars, and the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin' hardball wit' the Platinum Visa [Verse Two] Is that your car, the SK8 Are you ridin' alone, can I be your date Come get me, get me Don't dis me, don't trick me I got some friends, can they come too Can you hook 'em up wit' some boyz like you A hot boy, a rock boy A top boy, and I like those [Repeat CHORUS] [Rap] Yo, I'ma dig in yo pockets Dig in yo wallets Money I'm foundin' Yea you got my heart poundin' You a hot boy, drive a drop boy With a lot boy, and you tote a glock boy Don't give me no reason I know that you treatin', these diamonds I'm needin' Make me believe it I want alot boy, with a hot boy Got a fun toy, and you tote a glock boy Hot boyz Baby YOU got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin' you like instantly Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps (ooh ooh) And the Bentley's, and the Jaguars, and the fly cars (ooh ooh) Where you at (ooh ooh) Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps (ooh ooh) And the Bentley's, and the Jaguars, and the fly cars (ooh ooh) Where you at (ooh ooh, yea yea, yea yea, my boyz) Hot boyz [Lil' Mo] Hot boyz, I like 'em like that |
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from Missy Elliott - Hot Boyz [single] (1999)
Missy]
This is for my ghetto motherfuckers Uh hey Are you really a hot boy Oh check me [Verse One] 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'll cook boy I'll give you more I'ma fly girl and I like those [CHORUS] Hot boyz Baby YOU got what I want See yall be drivin' those Lexus jeeps, and Benz jeeps and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin' cheaper wit' the Platinum Visa Hot boyz Baby YOU got what I want See yall be drivin' Jaguars, and the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin' hardball wit' the Platinum Visa [Verse Two] Is that your car, the SK8 Are you ridin' alone, can I be your date Come get me, get me Don't dis me, don't trick me I got some friends, can they come too Can you hook 'em up wit' some boyz like you A hot boy, a rock boy A top boy, and I like those [Repeat CHORUS] [Rap] Yo, I'ma dig in yo pockets Dig in yo wallets Money I'm foundin' Yea you got my heart poundin' You a hot boy, drive a drop boy With a lot boy, and you tote a glock boy Don't give me no reason I know that you treatin', these diamonds I'm needin' Make me believe it I want alot boy, with a hot boy Got a fun toy, and you tote a glock boy Hot boyz Baby YOU got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin' you like instantly Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps (ooh ooh) And the Bentley's, and the Jaguars, and the fly cars (ooh ooh) Where you at (ooh ooh) Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps (ooh ooh) And the Bentley's, and the Jaguars, and the fly cars (ooh ooh) Where you at (ooh ooh, yea yea, yea yea, my boyz) Hot boyz [Lil' Mo] Hot boyz, I like 'em like that |
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from Missy Elliott - Hot Boyz [single] (1999)
Missy]
This is for my ghetto motherfuckers Uh hey Are you really a hot boy Oh check me [Verse One] 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'll cook boy I'll give you more I'ma fly girl and I like those [CHORUS] Hot boyz Baby YOU got what I want See yall be drivin' those Lexus jeeps, and Benz jeeps and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin' cheaper wit' the Platinum Visa Hot boyz Baby YOU got what I want See yall be drivin' Jaguars, and the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin' hardball wit' the Platinum Visa [Verse Two] Is that your car, the SK8 Are you ridin' alone, can I be your date Come get me, get me Don't dis me, don't trick me I got some friends, can they come too Can you hook 'em up wit' some boyz like you A hot boy, a rock boy A top boy, and I like those [Repeat CHORUS] [Rap] Yo, I'ma dig in yo pockets Dig in yo wallets Money I'm foundin' Yea you got my heart poundin' You a hot boy, drive a drop boy With a lot boy, and you tote a glock boy Don't give me no reason I know that you treatin', these diamonds I'm needin' Make me believe it I want alot boy, with a hot boy Got a fun toy, and you tote a glock boy Hot boyz Baby YOU got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin' you like instantly Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps (ooh ooh) And the Bentley's, and the Jaguars, and the fly cars (ooh ooh) Where you at (ooh ooh) Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps (ooh ooh) And the Bentley's, and the Jaguars, and the fly cars (ooh ooh) Where you at (ooh ooh, yea yea, yea yea, my boyz) Hot boyz [Lil' Mo] Hot boyz, I like 'em like that |
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from Missy Elliott - Gossip Folks [ep] (2003)
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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from Missy Elliott - Gossip Folks [ep] (2003)
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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from Missy Elliott - Gossip Folks [ep] (2003)
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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from Missy Elliott - Gossip Folks [ep] (2003)
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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from Missy Elliott - Gossip Folks [ep] (2003)
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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from Missy Elliott - Gossip Folks [ep] (2003)
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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from Missy Elliott - Gossip Folks [ep] (2003)
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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from Missy Elliott - I'M Really Hot [single] (2004)
[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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from Missy Elliott - I'M Really Hot [single] (2004)
[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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from Missy Elliott - I'M Really Hot [single] (2004)
[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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from Missy Elliott - I'M Really Hot [single] (2004)
[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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from Missy Elliott - I'M Really Hot [single] (2004)
[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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from Missy Elliott - 4 My People Pt. 1 [single] (2002)
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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from Missy Elliott - 4 My People Pt. 1 [single] (2002)
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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from Missy Elliott - 4 My People Pt. 1 [single] (2002)
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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from Missy Elliott - 4 My People Pt. 1 [single] (2002)
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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from Missy Elliott - One Minute Man [single] (2001)
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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from Missy Elliott - One Minute Man [single] (2001)
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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from Missy Elliott - She's A Bitch [single] (1999)
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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from Missy Elliott - She's A Bitch [single] (1999)
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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from Missy Elliott - 4 My People Pt. 2 [single] (2002)
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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from Missy Elliott - 4 My People Pt. 2 [single] (2002)
Headbanger.. hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
Yeah.. gimme some new shit 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, 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 (YES) Is you with me now (YES) then biggie biggie bounce (YES) I know you dig the way I sw-sw-switch my style (HOLLA!!) People sing around (YES) Now people gather round, now people jump around Go, get your freak on Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on WHO'S THAT BIIIIITCH? 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.. People here I come, now sweat me when I'm done We got the radio s like we got a gun QUIET!!!!!!! Sssshhhhhh, hush yo' mouth Silence when I, spit it out 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 (YES) I know you feel me now (YES) I know you hear me loud (YES) I scream it loud and proud (YES) Missy gon' blow it down (YES) People gon' play me now (YES) in and outta town (YES) Cause I'm the best around (YES) with this crazy style ... ich ni son shi.. |
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from Missy Elliott - 4 My People Pt. 2 [single] (2002)
Headbanger.. hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
Yeah.. gimme some new shit 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, 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 (YES) Is you with me now (YES) then biggie biggie bounce (YES) I know you dig the way I sw-sw-switch my style (HOLLA!!) People sing around (YES) Now people gather round, now people jump around Go, get your freak on Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on WHO'S THAT BIIIIITCH? 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.. People here I come, now sweat me when I'm done We got the radio s like we got a gun QUIET!!!!!!! Sssshhhhhh, hush yo' mouth Silence when I, spit it out 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 (YES) I know you feel me now (YES) I know you hear me loud (YES) I scream it loud and proud (YES) Missy gon' blow it down (YES) People gon' play me now (YES) in and outta town (YES) Cause I'm the best around (YES) with this crazy style ... ich ni son shi.. |
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from Missy Elliott - Get Ur Freak On [single] (2001)
Headbanger.. hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
Yeah.. gimme some new shit 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, 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 (YES) Is you with me now (YES) then biggie biggie bounce (YES) I know you dig the way I sw-sw-switch my style (HOLLA!!) People sing around (YES) Now people gather round, now people jump around Go, get your freak on Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on WHO'S THAT BIIIIITCH? 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.. People here I come, now sweat me when I'm done We got the radio s like we got a gun QUIET!!!!!!! Sssshhhhhh, hush yo' mouth Silence when I, spit it out 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 (YES) I know you feel me now (YES) I know you hear me loud (YES) I scream it loud and proud (YES) Missy gon' blow it down (YES) People gon' play me now (YES) in and outta town (YES) Cause I'm the best around (YES) with this crazy style ... ich ni son shi.. |
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from Missy Elliott - Get Ur Freak On [single] (2001)
Headbanger.. hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
Yeah.. gimme some new shit 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, 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 (YES) Is you with me now (YES) then biggie biggie bounce (YES) I know you dig the way I sw-sw-switch my style (HOLLA!!) People sing around (YES) Now people gather round, now people jump around Go, get your freak on Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on WHO'S THAT BIIIIITCH? 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.. People here I come, now sweat me when I'm done We got the radio s like we got a gun QUIET!!!!!!! Sssshhhhhh, hush yo' mouth Silence when I, spit it out 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 (YES) I know you feel me now (YES) I know you hear me loud (YES) I scream it loud and proud (YES) Missy gon' blow it down (YES) People gon' play me now (YES) in and outta town (YES) Cause I'm the best around (YES) with this crazy style ... ich ni son shi.. |
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from Missy Elliott - Take Away [ep] (2002)
[Missy] You're so incredible Ever since the day we became, we became.. so personal Everyday that I spend with you it gets.. unforgettable Anything that I did with you, I don't.. regret at all (I love everything about you) Take away, your gold and platinum chains (and I'm gonna love you baby) Cause I'm gon' love, love you anyway (I ain't in it for the cheddar baby) I'm not in it for, for the love of cash (oh no no, you might go broke, but I'm) Cause if you go broke, I gotta make it last (not goin nowhere, nowhere, nowhere..) [Ginuwine] Listen, let's make, it national I want the whole world to know I'm with you, and I'm.. in love Ain't no girl in this world can fill your shoes, none not at all The things you do for me is so.. unbelievable And you can take away all the platinum chains [Missy] & (Ginuwine) Take away, your gold and platinum chains Cause I'm gon love, love you anyway (I'ma love you anyway, yes I am) I'm not in it for, for the love of cash (I'm only in it for the love of you) Cause if you go broke I gotta make it last (I gotta make it last babyyy) I just wanna be the perfect match You don't even have to ask.. I just wanna be the perfect match We become so attached.. (we become so attached baby that's all I ask) I just wanna be the perfect match You don't even have to ask.. I just wanna be the perfect match We become so attached.. (be the perfect match baby, so attached, yeahyeaheyeahhh) {computer voice} Now can you hold me, now can you feel me Now can you get near me.. For once in your lifetime, for once in your lifetime Now can you hold me, now can you feel me Now can you get near me.. For once in your lifetime, for once in your lifetime [Missy] Take away, your gold and platinum chains Cause I'm gon' love, love you anyway I'm not in it for, for the love of cash Cause if you go broke, I gotta make it last |
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from Missy Elliott - Take Away [ep] (2002)
Headbanger.. hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
Yeah.. gimme some new shit 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, 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 (YES) Is you with me now (YES) then biggie biggie bounce (YES) I know you dig the way I sw-sw-switch my style (HOLLA!!) People sing around (YES) Now people gather round, now people jump around Go, get your freak on Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on WHO'S THAT BIIIIITCH? 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.. People here I come, now sweat me when I'm done We got the radio s like we got a gun QUIET!!!!!!! Sssshhhhhh, hush yo' mouth Silence when I, spit it out 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 (YES) I know you feel me now (YES) I know you hear me loud (YES) I scream it loud and proud (YES) Missy gon' blow it down (YES) People gon' play me now (YES) in and outta town (YES) Cause I'm the best around (YES) with this crazy style ... ich ni son shi.. |
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from Missy Elliott - Take Away [ep] (2002)
Headbanger.. hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
Yeah.. gimme some new shit 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, 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 (YES) Is you with me now (YES) then biggie biggie bounce (YES) I know you dig the way I sw-sw-switch my style (HOLLA!!) People sing around (YES) Now people gather round, now people jump around Go, get your freak on Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on WHO'S THAT BIIIIITCH? 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.. People here I come, now sweat me when I'm done We got the radio s like we got a gun QUIET!!!!!!! Sssshhhhhh, hush yo' mouth Silence when I, spit it out 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 (YES) I know you feel me now (YES) I know you hear me loud (YES) I scream it loud and proud (YES) Missy gon' blow it down (YES) People gon' play me now (YES) in and outta town (YES) Cause I'm the best around (YES) with this crazy style ... ich ni son shi.. |
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from Destiny's Child 2집 - The Writing's On The Wall (1999)
Uh, uh, oh
Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh ooh, ooh, ooh The day you pissed me off I told Mike to pick me up I told him you was buggin' and I don't like to fuss He said he would look out for me If I needed a friend He took me to his house and then he invited me in Then we sat on the couch, he put his arms around my waist Knowin' I need lovin' and then he grabbed my face He kissed me like a guy could never kiss a girl before So you know what happened baby I need to say no more *I'm just confessing 'bout the things I did I might as well come clean What you feel about that baby I'm just confessing 'bout the things I did I might as well come clean What you feel about that baby **I'm just guessing that you're through with me Cause I just came clean What you feel about that baby I'm just guessing, are you through with me Cause I just came clean What you feel about that Remember the time you wondered where your money went I called my friends and bought some clothes And took them on a trip I met a dude that had a Jeep And we talked all the time He asked me about my man And you know that I had to lie He thought I had no man and I was chillin' by myself Don't get mad cause I feel sad That's why I must confess Too many times I wanted to let you know my dirt But everytime you said you loved me I knew it would hurt * Repeat ** Repeat ***I was mad, what was I to do? Never had it in mind to play on you But look at all the hurt you put me through I can't tell a lie so I'm tellin' the truth *** Repeat (x3) * Repeat ** Repeat Confess Come clean boo Yo, what you feel about that What you feel about, uh What you feel about that Heh heh, confessing baby Misdemeanor, Destiny, uh uh |
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from Missy Elliott - Miss E... So Addictive (2001)
I know some of y'all sick of songs y'all be hearin on the radio-
ohhhh (ohhh!) So me and Timbaland gon' give that shit you never heard before (shit you never heard before-ohhh) It's like drinkin liquor or weed or X whatever does you the best My beats, are so (sooooo) addic-hictive C'mon get krunk with me See if you're ridin down the street and you're bout to roll that shit up You don't need drugs or weed Oh nah you ain't smokin that stank shit up in my car Get your feet off my dashboard C'mon get krunk with me Oh yeah you wanna get krunk though? Well pop this CD in right here and take a hit of me My album is so, addic-hictive My album is so addictive {*echoes} Man bump this ballad shit |
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from Missy Elliott - Miss E... So Addictive (2001)
Gimme that funk, mmm..
Funk, mmm.. yo gimme that Funk.. sho' nuff that Funk.. Yo, yo Beware of the dogs, off the chain Fuck your whips at the club we piss in the parkin lanes Blow it up ten frames so you see it wide If your broad ain't fuckin she don't need to ride (beat it) She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside by the spare, she hungry I'll feed her fries Cause I'ma, dog nigga, shot-call nigga My shotgun talk with a lecture hall scripture Applaud {*ahh*} bitch, shake that ass I getcha, drunk and high and duct tape that ass fast Then leave you on your daddy front lawn (ding dong) with your hair all fucked up, with one pump on Get stomped on, I take the money and run I'm a dog, shit I fuck right in front of your son If you ain't got Missy and Meth want me to spit the hot shit for you? Nigga, write your check When you come home from work, I'm gon' make you do more work Pour some wine in the cup, sip sippin on sizz-urp Ohhh.. ohhh.. now we gon' make love to and in ya SLIDE, wanna take a ride When you with me oh so right, tell them boys not tonight Say you chillin witcho bitch and this is one y'don't wanna miss Uhh uhh.. cause this love right here is on fire (fire) SLIDE, wanna take a ride *I love it boy when you play this song Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin me on You keep me growlin like a dog in heat Hey wodie put it down make me sleep for weeks * Repeat You on the block layin low, from the cops layin low When you done let me know cause my love make you be like WHOA Ohhh.. ohhh.. cause I got yo' mind in the trenches SLIDE, let's take a ride Baby come give me some HEY WODIE ain't no other one can shine on my life and make me wanna stay the night Mmmm mmmm.. cause you put butterflies on my stomach SLIDE, baby won't you slide * Repeat Yo yo I wanna gangsta BOOGIE with my GANGSTA BITCH Love it when the pussy talk back thanks to dick All my dogs (woof) playin the wall, get at these broads You ain't got no-ass-at'all, we ain't fuckin wit y'all I'm not your smooth lovin, see me at Casbah thuggin Hands where your Stove Top be stuffin Never catch Tical hand-cuffin, I'm in your party puffin Smellin like that Wu-Tang production Cousin tried to tell me pussy come a dime a dozen And when it come around I'll beat it down like percussion Missy come and get me, I'm bout to call Doc We can all meet up at Peanut's, I heard it was the spot Somebody roll the weed up, push the car lighter, kick your feet up Saturday Night, who got the Fever? Brought the flavor, of indonesia Puff puff give type procedures and this joint bumpin out your speakers * Repeat I'm gonna take you high to the top and let your body not reject me babe I'm gonna make you really love me I'm gonna make you scream don't stop But you must first respect his lady You must respect this lady |
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from Missy Elliott - Miss E... So Addictive (2001)
Ooooooh, I don`t want I don`t need I can`t stand no minute man
I don`t want no minute man Ooooooh, here`s your chance be a man take my hand understand I don`t want no minute man Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH Ohh, ohh.. Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH Ohh, ohh.. 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 up all night, for a long time So start countin` away *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, ohhh 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 * Repeat Yeah, uhh, uhh It`s time to set yo` clock back bout as long as you can I stop daylight, it`s 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 ass, 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 Ooooooh, I don`t want I don`t need, I can`t stand no minute man I don`t want no minute man Ooooooh, here`s your chance be a man take my hand understand I don`t want no minute man Uh, uh You know lil` mama ain`t with that quick shit You better break me off stiff tongue or stiff dick One minute, two minutes, three minutes Hell naw, to please me you gotta sleep in it I see you talk a good game and you play hard But if I put this thing on ya, can you stay hard? If not, you better keep your day job Cause I`m looking for a man to make me say God (GOD!) I`m all class and you know this I`ll work your ass out like aerobics So baby stay focused Start off slow and then speed it up Baby show me what you got, is you a G or what? If you can`t beat it up then eat it up Put a cherry on top, whip cream it up, What? Break me off, break-break me off Break-break me off Show me what you got (What?) Break me off, show me what you got (What?) Break me off, show me what you got Break-break me off, break-break me off |
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from Missy Elliott - Miss E... So Addictive (2001)
You don't want to speak my name
Mes around and get that ass blown away BLAAAH! Full gon' away I neva like ya tail anyway Missy got somethin to say I ride down the block in an Escalade Bling, bling all in ya face I think you might need to put on ya shades RAH! I know you feel me though Ya hatin on me but you hear me though 20" rims sittin crazy low AHHHH! I'ma crazy hoe. I'ma keep the party live Me and Timbaland gon' flip it tonight Keep ya hands in the sky Wave 'em round like ya crazy high. You don't know who I be Ya mammy neva told you not to fuck wit' me If I give ya head you'll neva leave RAH! Stop sweatin' me Flip it on the black hand side Look here boy don't you even try Make me dislocate ya spine Me rings put the shine like turkemtide What you comin' round here now fo' Baby hell no you just want my doe Get ya black as on the flo' Fool touch me that's a no, no RAH! Mr. DJ won't you play that song Tell them freaks shake they nasty thongs Hay boys won't you sing along 'Cause we gon' rock the party 'till the early morn. |
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from Missy Elliott - Miss E... So Addictive (2001)
Headbanger.. hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
Yeah.. gimme some new shit 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 (YES) Is you with me now (YES) then biggie biggie bounce (YES) I know you dig the way I sw-sw-switch my style (HOLLA!!) People sing around (YES) Now people gather round, now people jump around *Go, get your freak on (*repeat 6X*) Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on * Repeat WHO'S THAT BIIIIITCH? 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.. {*Japanese voice*} People here I come, now sweat me when I'm done We got the radio shook like we got a gun * Repeat 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 (YES) I know you feel me now (YES) I know you hear me loud (YES) I scream it loud and proud (YES) Missy gon' blow it down (YES) People gon' play me now (YES) in and outta town (YES) Cause I'm the best around (YES) with this crazy style * Repeat ... ichi ni san shi.. |
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from Missy Elliott - Miss E... So Addictive (2001)
Music..
Huh, huh.. ohhh.. Huh, huh.. ohhh.. Huh, huh.. ohhh.. I met him in the Bahamas, I love that nigga per-sona Smoke that nigga marijuana, get freaky call me Madonna Lay on the bed he follow, bone him until to-morrah Make him sing high sopran-ah, AHHHHHHHH!! Fifty-fo'-fifty-fifty, Mr. Act-Super-Kinky Baby what you gon' get me, is some rings for my lil' pinkie Money will multiply, 'fore you run up inside Make me all weak and tired, mmhmmm.. *You got ta.. (scream) If you up in the club, you think you tearin it up You got ta, got ta.. (scream) Well pour most of the liquor, then you watchin people buzz You got ta, got ta.. (scream) If you from out of town, you think you're holdin it down You got ta, got ta.. (scream) You got ta.. you got ta.. He say he from Puerto Rico, he told me to call him Chico Freakin up in the Nico, my ego got really negro Throw the heat throw heat be bold, though I'm like dice in cee-lo Makin heads scream and moan, AHHHHH!!! Send 'em back home Boy is really worth it, just to get dirty dirty Give me that liquor liquor, make me talk slurry slurry Money will multiply, 'fore you run up inside Get me all weak and tired, mmhmmm.. * Repeat He asked could he rock my body, he also asked could he buy me a drink six-oh Ferrari, then ride up in my safari Shit what a deal word up, how much it cost now Shit what the deal word up how much it cost Play your position listen, where is your pot to piss in 'Fore we start really kissin, hot as freaky kitchen Hey what the deal word up how much it cost now Hey what the deal word up how much it cost now * Repeat (x2) |
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from Missy Elliott - Miss E... So Addictive (2001)
Flip da beat
Oh yeah I'm feelin this one You remember back in the old school days You used to have joints like this and you'd be up in the club dancin like your moms and your pops Hehe, I know y'all know what I'm talkin about So we gon' flip it like this, ooh, ooh Before you take me out let's, have a conversation No touchy touchy cause it might lead to havin relations Let's get to the point, boy, no abbreviations Don't wanna give it up too quick, I wanna build up anticipation *Once you get me will you know how to act Will you do me right (Ooh, I need to know, I need to know) Once you get me will you keep my pockets fat Keep me lookin tight (Ooh, yeah) I wanna give it some time and, get to know eachother Let's be friends before we think about being lovers Ain't no need to rush it, if this is forever If you wait on this love, I promise it'll get mo' betta and betta * Repeat Flashlights (flashlight) Neon lights (neon light) Party rides, all night Love me right, keep me lookin tight (lookin tight) So nice (so nice) That's what I's like * Repeat (x2) |
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from Missy Elliott - Miss E... So Addictive (2001)
You're so incredible
Ever since the day we became, we became.. so personal Everyday that I spend with you it gets.. unforgettable Anything that I did with you, I don't.. regret at all (I love everything about you) Take away, your gold and platinum chains (and I'm gonna love you baby) Cause I'm gon' love, love you anyway (I ain't in it for the cheddar baby) I'm not in it for, for the love of cash (oh no no, you might go broke, but I'm) Cause if you go broke, I gotta make it last (not goin nowhere, nowhere, nowhere..) Listen, let's make, it national I want the whole world to know I'm with you, and I'm.. in love Ain't no girl in this world can fill your shoes, none not at all The things you do for me is so.. unbelievable And you can take away all the platinum chains Take away, your gold and platinum chains Cause I'm gon love, love you anyway (I'ma love you anyway, yes I am) I'm not in it for, for the love of cash (I'm only in it for the love of you) Cause if you go broke I gotta make it last (I gotta make it last babyyy) I just wanna be the perfect match You don't even have to ask.. I just wanna be the perfect match We become so attached.. (we become so attached baby that's all I ask) I just wanna be the perfect match You don't even have to ask.. I just wanna be the perfect match We become so attached.. (be the perfect match baby, so attached, yeahyeaheyeahhh) Now can you hold me, now can you feel me Now can you get near me.. For once in your lifetime, for once in your lifetime Now can you hold me, now can you feel me Now can you get near me.. For once in your lifetime, for once in your lifetime Take away, your gold and platinum chains Cause I'm gon' love, love you anyway I'm not in it for, for the love of cash Cause if you go broke, I gotta make it last |
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from Missy Elliott - Miss E... So Addictive (2001)
Uhh, yo
This is for my motherfucking club heads, you feel me? AAAAOOW!! People, gangstas, and pimps and people Smokin that deeper reefer Up in the club wit speakers I had some base and tweeters DJ is jockin needle Sweat till 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 comes on, you take my breath away *This is for my people, my party people This is for my people, my ecstasy people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down This is for my people, my party people This is for my people, my ecstasy people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, 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 Cuz I see the man I want, I want him right away I'm look him right in his face and say dance with me * Repeat Freak that, come here baby, grab it 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 Freak that, come here baby, grab it 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... dos... tres... Uno... dos... tres... Uno... dos... tres... Uno... dos... tres... Can't stand when a nigga fuckin up my plans All night liquored up while I'm tryin to 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 aint jumpin like I want Cats that try to stop my fun, take away my blunt I don't give a fuck he aint gon' take away my fun See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run, uh * Repeat |
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from Missy Elliott - Miss E... So Addictive (2001)
uh hehe uh hehe ,Yes in deed Yes in deed out this mothafucka back with the
right foot steppin in first and the left foot steppin in after i go by the Devine atureboot of Bus a Bus Down suttin other wise known as Busta Motha Fucking Rhymes out this bitch You know what I mean cause Im in the spot love it when a bitch kiss up on a mafucka i luv it the way when i piss up on a mafucka mafucka they need to chill relax what yaw need to do is listen up mafucka so as we begin to get u addictive to the shit thats so addictive make sure u got your ppls with you know one of your peoples that stay sober You know to make sure you get home safely cause we about to take it there mafucka's Miss-E Missy Missdameanor Elliot sooooooooooooooooo....... Addictive. |
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from Missy Elliott - Miss E... So Addictive (2001)
Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-DUNN-dun
Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-DUNN-dun Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-DUNN-dun Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-DUNN-dun I be dippin in clubs, girls screamin, "Do you want it Timb?" Niggaz, playa hatin sayin, "Who the hell is him?" I'm in the back, gleamin from all that virgin gem Keep a bunch of pretty models surroundin Timb I'm over capac'y when it come to makin them beats Me and Missy makin Y'ALL, move y'all feets Makin y'all dance and tango, make y'all legs get weak That's only cause we drop a bunch of heat That's whatcha gonna expect, comin from my crew Bunch of dope beats, and a bunch of dope lyrics too I know that's too much for you to handle dude Now ask yourself what.. *Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? When me come in the spot, dem wannn' jock Dem nasty boy lookin around, with big cocks Them girls be plottin on how to get the rocks So I beat that ass to the ground like I'm the cops AHH, what they gon' say, AHH, don't wan' play RRR, get 'em in the club, AHH, smokin on hay, HEY AHH, when I'm in my ride, OH AHH, people walkin by AH AHH, pistol by my side, B-BRRR, in case dem wan' try * Repeat I be gettin in girls clothes, make 'em buy my whole wardrobe Better get all my dough, pluckin the hair in my nose It's official I'm a pimp, cause my name glows If (?) I'm back to the Yugos Talkin that junk, you get BURRIED You don't wanna end up in the cemeTARRRRY Me and Timbaland got tracks that will KILL YOU Any other hen I got gats that will PEEL YOU Whatcha gon' say, RRR, whatcha gon' do, RRR When I'm in the club, RRR, comin for you I'm just a smooth motherfucker (aww yeah baby) (Y'all heard me?!) Ahhh Whatcha gon' say, RRR, whatcha gon' do, RRR When I'm in the club, RRR, and comin for you I'm just a smooth motherfucker * Repeat (x2) |
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from Missy Elliott - Miss E... So Addictive (2001)
I know your not my man
That you belong to someone else (nah) Now come on in, an shut the door I make sure you enjoy yourself If you give me a try, before you deny I'm still in love wit you Or maybe obsessed wit you Aaaoooo We don't make love no more (umm hmm) We don't kiss and we hug like we used to (used to) But I'm still in love with you Wait Wait a minute Now if I drive by your house (house) And see some bitch in your bed, under the spreads Giving you.....head Then I'm gonna turn it out (hhaay) *I'm the only one who keep you satisfied And though were not together I remember what you like So tell them chicks to step off cause I fill your appetite And I'm the only women who gon do it like you like (Hey uh) What part don't you get? (hey hey) Even though I'm not your girl anymore And you don't want me no more I deserve to know who you sleepin' wit (ooooh yyeeaah) Is she better then me? (me me) Do she cook, do she clean? Do she sew, do she sting? Can she do these things? Cause I... * Repeat I still love ya baby Makes no difference to me And I still wantcha baby Want to be the one you need The one you call on (umm umm) Cause I'm the only one that makes you feel good (umm umm) Sing it to me * Repeat (x2) |
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from Missy Elliott - Miss E... So Addictive (2001)
Boy let me free your mind, let's hook up tonight
Take you on a flight, high, high Make you warm inside,I won't waste your time My love is so divine, it feels like I'm on... *Ecstaacyy, I'm willing, to do all the things I said I wouldn't do, on... Ecstaacyy, the feeling, makes me feel like I'm in love with you Boy look into my eyes, I'm so energized Make it last long time, touch meeeee Everything feels sweet, my body feel your breeze Up against me, it feels like I'm on ... * Repeat (Oh it feels like I'm on) Ecstaacyy, I feel like I can, jump in and do something Feel so free, I feel like makin love to you So what you wanna do? (AHH..ahhh..AHH!) Ecstaacyy, I feel like I can, jump in and do something Feel so free, Ifeel like I'm in love with you So what you wanna doooo? * Repeat |
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from Missy Elliott - Miss E... So Addictive (2001)
Me and my clique
Run thur the gutter breakin down shutter As the beat goes, dun dun dun duna Ain't nothing better than these favorite buttas It's like freakin wit your lova tryin bust his rubba Have him have him undercover like he thought he never How the hell a bitch like me become so celvaYall wack MC's , yall never never Talkin hard as a cock but is light as a feather Yall suspect hoe's yall suspect hoe'sTakin off your clothe yall reject hoe's Fell the rhythm, I'm bout to kill em[Chorus] Missy (Timbaland)Slap! Slap!Slap! Right across your melon, easy(Nigga,Slap!Slap!Right across your melon, easy) Yall lil'Tryin act bigga don't yall get the picture Every freakin year I come wit something sicka Fan's takin flick's wanna get my pictureFreak's only speak 揇o you know Jigga? Strange muthafucka's wanna be my niggaTurn your man to a ass-licker Cheatin ass men means, cheatin as menTime to stop gamin and stay the fuck in Fell the rhythm, I'm bout to kill em Missy (Timbaland)Slap!Slap!Slap! Right across your melon, pronto(I said,Slap!Slap!Slap! Right across your melon, pronto) You don't wanna get smacked right quickWit a upper cut like this I don't give a fuck if you don't like thisStill get paid to bust the right shit Still get paid to hope on the dickI'm a prostitute, I gotta a lot of loot But if you knock the boots,but at lease cop the coup What I'm post to do, starve for youThis ain't ??, I can't crawl for you That's impossibleI make the ruleI pay the duesI wear the pants Bought the shoes, they Prada tooFuck wit me you loseStep to me and get brused Your chances are not few, they noneSo what I'm bitchyRoll a phat blunt wit Missy In the front wit meTim hit AHH, wit the bang to the boggada beat Burnin em wit the heatIt don't conser me, when nigga talk shit They just wanna learn meWhen they see me,I permentalyDamage they shit internally And Slap!Slap!Slap! em right across the melon Nigga,Slap!Slap!Slap! Right across your melon, easy I'm the M-S-J-A-D-E Toes and lows , bling like I'm B.G.I don't know nigga help, shit, I write my own Just gimme a beat and a muthafuckin microphone Picture this shit me Missy and Timbaland We bout to take it to the streets, but they chicken ran Oh Shit, It's gettin kinda hot in hereOh Shit, Make niggas stop and stare Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdySmack the shit out the Clyde Cause Bonnie should have pay meGet old heads for they checks that sign right And I get lil' boys for they doe on prom night Cause I do my thing, knots in a pocketSlap!Slap!Slap! All up in your knogen, earlyI said,Slap!Slap!Slap!All up in your knogen Nigga,Slap!Slap!Slap!Right across your melon, easy |
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from Missy Elliott - Miss E... So Addictive (2001)
Yes I've changed again, baby
Changed.. changed.. Changed, the games, that I, used to play Play.. leavin when I stay Woo! Ohhh, ooooh, baby I've changed - I said that I've changed I said I've changed - the games, ain't the same They ain't the same I've changed - the pressure wasn't greatener on the, other, siiiiide-ide-ide-ide Aight aight aight Mo chill (cause I know I've changed) Yo Mo (I know I've changed, baby I swear I'm changed) Yo Mo chill (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) Yo chill, you singin like you You singin like you in church raisin money (I've changed) for some choir rows or somethin (I've changed, I've changed) You changed? I'm bout to change to a new track (ohhh-) |
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from Missy Elliott - Miss E... So Addictive (2001)
Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand I don't want no minute man Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH Ohh, ohh.. Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH Ohh, ohh.. 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, ohhh 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 * Repeat Fifty grand I get this on one take (Hova) Look, I'm not tryin to give you love and affection (uh-huh) I'm tryin to give you sixty seconds of perfection (uh-huh) I'm tryin to give you cabfare and directions Get your +Independent+ ass out of here - QUESTION? I'm not your man, not Ralph Tresvant Not Ronnie Romance.. no ma I'm tryin to hit you then quit you in the middle of the round like I'm Roberto Duran.. no mas Six A.M. another chick in the house (put your hands up) 6:15 another chick kicked you out (put your hands up) Spend one minute tryin to dig her out The other fourteen tryin to "put it in her mouth" The dick too chubby, too much'll make you love me Now be a nice wifey and run home to your hubby Cause we, both knowin what we doin is wrong Don't forget to put your ring back on {*quiet laughter*} Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand 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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from Missy Elliott - Work It [single] (2002)
*Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thang down, flip it, and reverse it If you gotta a big (elephant noise) let me search ya to find out how hard i gotta work ya I put my thang down, flip it, and reverse it I'd like to get to know ya so I can show ya Put the pussy on ya like I told ya gimme all ya numbers so I can phone ya your girl actin stank then call me ova not on the bed, lay me on the sofa call before you come i need to shave my chocha you do or you don't or you will or wont cha go downtown and eat it like a vulcha see my hips and my tips dont cha see my ass and my lips dont cha lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya this the kinda beat that goes bah-ta-ta bah-ta-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! If you a fly gal get your nails done, get a pedicure, get your hair did boy lift it up lets make a toasta lets get drunk its gonna bring us closa don't I look like a Halle Berry posta see the belvadere playin tricks on ya your girlfriend wanna be like me neva you won't find a ***** thats even betta I'll make you hot as las vegas weatha listen up close while i take it backwards (watch the way Missy like to take it backwards) ***backwards*** I'm not a prostitute but i can give ya what cha want I love your braids and your mouth full of floss love the way my ass go ba-bump ba-bump bump keep your eyes on my ba-bump ba-bump bump you think you can handle this ga-donk ga-donk donk take my thong off and my ass go boom cut the lights on so you see what I can do Boys boys all type of boys black, white, puerto rican, chinese boys wy-oh tan-go tanga tanga tang (2x) girls girls get that cash if its not a foul for shakin your ass ain't no shame ladies do your thang just make sure your ahead of the game Just cuz I got a lot of fame supa prince couldn't get me change my name pa-pa kunta kinte, enslave a game, no sa picture black sayin oh yes a massa picture lil kim dating a pastor minute man big red can out last 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 uhhhhh-duh so you act dumb like uhhhhh-duh and the drummer boy go par-um-pa-pum-pum give ya some some some of this cinna-bon to my fellas oooooh good god...I like the way you work that to my ladies woooow...you sure know how to work that, good god |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Explicit Version] (2002)
Heartbreaking
Let's start the show Misdemeanor here Heartbreaking Let's start the show Mr. Mos' on the beats Heartbreaking Let's start the show 2000 eternity! Heartbreaking Let's start the show Aight, let's start the show Let the show begin [*Beat changes] This is a Missy Elliott exclusive SET IT OFF! (set it off) Mama say, Mama san, Mama can you do dis. Talking like you bad is when you just knew dat is. Everytime I come out ya'll be like who dat is Be more like Ashanti and be Unfoolish You don't really want to break it with me You wear Dada, I sport the Fendi My Lamborghini against your benzi Dirty diamonds in your ring see mines cling cling cling Ding ding ding ding ding ding da ding ding I used to get so high they called me Ming Lee Spiked up my hair don' look like Don King Hatahs keep on hating cause them don't worry we Dem no worry we or me and timothy M.I.S.E. slimed out my body-e-e Bang bang to the boogie ooh wee Playah keep on playing watch me do my duty Go to the floor (now tell me what you want) Grab me a drink (now what you gon' do) I came to shake, shake my booty down, down to the beat. Brrah Stand on the chairs (and dance like who) Dance like the freaks (and what you came 2 do) I came to shake, shake my booty down, like the 40. Brrah I'm underated, glad i made it, independant, operated I neva hesitaded hatahs kept me motivated Da beat is penetrated, i'll let timmy regulate it and we lay dead in the shade to drink a glass of lemonaded Damn i'm faded, ain't no other way to say it ain't that complicated Ain't no other chicks gon' neva make me feel invaded I keep dropping hits like water breaking 2 centimeters and i'm dialatin' Radio be patient ooh ssh come on check my translation. From my observation, my fans is real patient. They don't wanna hear da lies so stop faking cuz you greazy like bacon, keep my stomach aching If you wanna battle let there be no more delayin' I hope you did some praying cause when i come swayin' Pop shu pop pop pop yeah! Sometimes i flow sometime quick It was on the verge of kissing ass so slick I'd be on the verge of making hits after hits It's dat kind of shit dat tell your mamie don't forget Go to the floor (now tell me what you want) Grab me a drink (now what you gon' do) I came to shake, shake my booty down, down to the beat. Brrah Stand on the chairs (and dance like who) Dance like the freaks (and what you came 2 do) I came to shake, shake my booty down, like the party. Brrah Everybody, move your body now do it Here is somethin' that's gonna make you move and groove Hey DJ keep playing that song all night On and on and on (on and on and on and on and) Now is the niggas ova there Bitches right chea' Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! All night long i hope you all came prepared. It's 5:00 and we ain't goin no where Aah yeah, Oh wee Now will the guys with cash choose me. Aah yeah, Baby I got a man i ain't seen lately. Go to the floor (now tell me what you want) Grab me a drink (now what you gon' do) I came to shake, shake my booty down, down to the beat. Brrah Stand on the chairs (and dance like who) Dance like the freaks (and what you came 2 do) I came to shake, shake my booty down, like the party. Brrah |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Explicit Version] (2002)
"One two three four five six seven eight nine!"
"Are we on the air?" Uhh, uhh .. {HA?} Uhh {HA?} uhh {HA?} Uhh, this is - uhh, a Missy Elliott - uhh, exclusive Uh-huh.. woo!! 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) *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 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 *repeat 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 *repeat 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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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Explicit Version] (2002)
Yo, yo yo move out of the way
We got missy Elliott coming through Girl that is missy Elliott she lost a lot of weight Girl I heard she eats one cracker a day Oh well I heard the bitch was married to Tim and started fucking with Trina I heard the bitch got hit with three zebras and a monkey I can't stand the bitch no way When I walk up in the piece I ain't gotta even speak I'm a bad mamajama goddammit motherfucker you ain't gotta like me How you studying these hoes Need to talk what you know And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking jus mad it ain't yours I know ya'll poor ya'll broke Ya'll job jus hanging up clothes Step to me get burnt like toast Muthafuckas adios amigos Halves halves wholes wholes I don't brag I mostly boast From the VA to the LA coast Iffy kiffy izzy oh *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 I'm driving I'm glad and I'm styling in these muthafuckas eyes did you see it? I'm gripping these curbs Skuur, did ya heard I love em, my fellas, my furs I fly like a bird Chicken heads on the prowl Who you trying fuck now Naw you ain't getting loud Better calm down for I smack your ass down I need my drums bass high Has to be my snare strings horns and I need my Tim sound right, left Izzy kizzy looky here *repeat I don't go out my house shorty You just waiting to see Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next week Just wanna see who I am fucking boy Sniffing some coke I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio Yeah, uh huh, okay Once upon a time in College 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 lifted a hands So he went about his business and devised a plan Made a CD and then he hit the block 50 thousand sold Seven dollars a pop Hold the phone Three years later Steeped out the swamp With ten and a half gators All around the world on the microphone Leaving the booth smelling like Burberry cologne Still riding chrome Got bitches in the kitchen Never home alone And he's on the grind Please let me know if he's on your mind And respect you'll give me Ludacris I live loud just like Timmy Fuck, have to clear these rumors I got a headache and it's not from tumors Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight Hard to the core Core to the right Drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton *repeat Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real I know I know, I don't even care about her beign preganant by Michael Jackson You know what we should do We should go get her alvum when it comes out There she go, there she go, there she Heeeey Misssy Hi Missy? What's up fools? 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 so 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! |
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from Missy Elliott - Work It [single] (2002)
DJ, please pick up your phone
I'm on the request line This is a Missy Elliott one-time exclusive (Come on) Is it worth it, let me work it I put my bang down, flip it and reverse it It's your fremme neppa venette It's your fremme neppa venette If you got a big ***, let me search it And find out how hard I gotta work ya It's your fremme neppa venette It's your fremme neppa venette I'd like to get to know ya so I could show ya Put the p**** on ya like I told ya Gimme all your numbers so I could phone ya Your girl actin' stank then call me over Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa Phone before you come, I need to shave my chocha You do or you don't or you will or won't ya Go downtown and eat it like a vulture See my hips and my tips, don't ya See my a** and my lips, don't ya Lost a few pounds and my whips for ya This the kinda beat that go ra-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah Work it, I need a glass of water Boy, oh, boy, it's good to know ya Is it worth it, let me work it I put my bang down, flip it and reverse it It's your fremme neppa venette It's your fremme neppa venette If you got a big ***, let me search it And find out how hard I gotta work ya It's your fremme neppa venette It's your fremme neppa venette (Come on) If you a fly gal get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy, lift it up, let's make a toast-a Let's get drunk, that's gon' bring us closer Don't I look like a Halle Berry poster See the Belvedere playin' tricks on ya Girlfriend wanna be like me, never You won't find a b**** that's even better I make you hot as Las Vegas weather Listen up close while I take it backwards I'm not a prostitute, but I could give you what you want I love your braids and your mouth full of floss Love the way my a** go bum-bum-bum-bum Keep your eyes on my bum-bum-bum-bum-bum And think you can handle this gadong-a-dong-dong Take my thong off and my a** go vroom Cut the lights off so you see what I could do Is it worth it, let me work it I put my bang down, flip it and reverse it It's your fremme neppa venette It's your fremme neppa venette If you got a big ***, let me search it And find out how hard I gotta work ya It's your fremme neppa venette It's your fremme neppa venette (Come on) Boys, boys, all type of boys Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys Why-thai,-thai-o-toy-o-thai-thai Rock-thai,-thai-o-toy-o-thai-thai Girl, girl, get that cash If it's 9 to 5 or shakin' your a** Ain't no shame, ladies do your thang Just make sure you ahead of the game Just 'cause I got a lot of fame supa Prince couldn't get me change my name papa Kunta Kinte a slave again, no sir Picture black sayin', "Oh, yes a master" Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor Minnie Me and Big Ren can out last ya Who is the best, I don't have to ask ya When I come out you won't even matter Why you act dumb like "Uh, duh" So you act dumb like "Uh, duh" As the drummer boy go ba-rom-pop-pom-pom Give you some-some-some of this Cinnabun Is it worth it, let me work it I put my bang down, flip it and reverse it It's your fremme neppa venette It's your fremme neppa venette If you got a big ***, let me search it And find out how hard I gotta work ya It's your fremme neppa venette It's your fremme neppa venette (Come on) To my fellas I like the way you work that To my ladies You sure know how to work that |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Explicit Version] (2002)
"Brothers and sisters!
Brothers and sisters, I don't know what this world is coming to!" Whassup Missy? Timbo! This is.. another.. Missy Hip-Hop! Yes! Elliott, exclusive 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] 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 *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 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 *repeat 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 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 *repeat 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!!) *repeat |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Explicit Version] (2002)
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) 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 *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) 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 C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon Fickidy, uh, uh, uh C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon 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 *Repeat |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Explicit Version] (2002)
This is another Missy Elliott exclusive
Its all for the love But there is more things that keep a man satisfied And I know the remedy just to cure him from Cheating even if he tried hey Pussy don't fail me now I gotta turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else But me and only me Pussy don't fail me now I gotta turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else But me and only me I know hes a man and men have intentions To sleep with someone else But that's why when I make love to him Im ruling Try to give him my best hey Pussy don't fail me now I gotta turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else But me and only me Pussy don't fail me now I gotta turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else But me and only me As long as the pussy good Its alright Aint gotta worry about my man Cuz he knows ma's Is one of a kind And that's why he keeps staying The pussy good Its alright Aint gotta worry about my man Cuz he knows ma's Is one of a kind And that's why he keeps staying Look ma Yea you got the bomb and work That prissy stuff Glad it aint the gushy stuff That gushy stuff? I don't like the mushy butts I wish we was Like comfy over Jennifer Him and her Too much like I and we And what that mean? We just love the booty All we see in 3D is um Booty booty booty booty Oh really Do me, do me, do me, do me Run through me like flood go through an IV That's good ill make sure you never will leave Can I put my booty booty Up in your spaghetti? Daddy Are you ready for sacary from me Pussy gushy mushy what more you want from me Cuz my feelins h .. |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Explicit Version] (2002)
There ain't nothing out there...
A Missy Elliott Exclusive 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 Ooh Hello? 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. 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!) 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' 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 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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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Explicit Version] (2002)
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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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Explicit Version] (2002)
To the beat y'all, play that beat [5x]
(This is a Missy Elliott exclusive) 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) *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 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) *repeat 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 (2x) *repeat 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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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Explicit Version] (2002)
This is another Missy Elliot exclusive
I remember when yo ass was broke, so in love wit me You were always at home, always talkin bout "loan me this, loan me that, now gimme gimme" And then ya got doe, and decide ya wanna leave Gotta few chicks checkin for ya now, huh, you forgot about me (Ain't it funny) *When ya man gets money I bet you can't find him But when he come home beggin You can't deny him Where he at when you need him? (he's out lookin cute) But when he need a few dollers He know who to run to We would go out, I had to pay for everything I never had to worry about you fuckin 'round You used to tell me "Yea I love ya, No one above ya" Then I bought you clothes, I made ya look like a king Then the girls started flirtin wit ya ass, huh, and you forgot about me (Ain't it funny) *repeat I'll be the one you runnin to when yo pockets is low And you outta cash flow And the chicks don't want you no mo' Be the one you runnin to When you got no mo' gas In those buses, catchin cabs And the chicks don't see you no mo' *repeat |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Explicit Version] (2002)
[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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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Explicit Version] (2002)
This is the information for
For where you can send the flowersIts 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 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 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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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Explicit Version] (2002)
DJ please, pick up your phone
I'm on the request line This is a Missy Elliott one time exclusive (C'mon, c'mon) *Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it Its your fremme neppa vetnette(*2) If you got a big [elephant], let me search it To find out how hard I gotta work it Its your fremme neppa vetnette Now Missy she too much for me (I'm freaky) She took me to to the crib man, she told me (eat me) Now my babymama I told her ass not to beat me Her broke ass wanna fight, Missy know how to treat me She sitting on cash, she got money out the ass Gave her them back shots and got money out her ass Now you can see me in the coupe like WHAT Next time I'll hit her in that G5 TRUCK I've got the magicstick, I can go for hours From the bed to the floor, to the sink to the shower With her back to the bed and her legs to the sky I can go hard, know why, big girls don't cry I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub Ching! Ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back rubbed This the shit she hollered in my ear before we left the club>> 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 ra-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 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 ra-bump ba-bump bump Keep your eyes on my ra-bump ba-bump bump And think you can handle this ga-donk ah-donk donk Take my thong off and my ass go boom Cut the lights off so you see what I can do * Repeat Boys, boys, all type of boys Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys wang thang thanga thanga thanga thang(*2) 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 madd dumb 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 * Repeat 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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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
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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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
*Uhh Missy, yeah B.I.G.
Ha ha, yeah, I like that 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! 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 * Repeat 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 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 * Repeat 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) 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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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
Do it do it do it do it do it, no!
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 *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 (x3) 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 hundred 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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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
(rock the joint)
Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) {singing} '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 {singing} 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 {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window (against my window) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window (against my window) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window (against my window) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) {singing} '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.. {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) (uh-huh) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (say what? uh-huh, uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window (uh-huh) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window (yeah) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window (uh-huh) {singing} 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 {singing} I can't stand the rain! (ha, uhh) {singing} 'gainst my window (uh-huh) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window (against my window) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window (what?) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window (uh) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (what?) (like that baby) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?) (uh-huh, stand the rain) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (what?) (can you stand the rain?) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?) (uh-huh, can you stand the rain?) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (what?) {singing} 'gainst my window (uh-huh) {singing} I can't stand the rain! {singing} 'gainst my window (huh) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (hmm..) {singing} 'gainst my window (yo) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (why not, break it down like dat) {singing} 'gainst my window (break it down baby) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) (yeah like that, uh-huh) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh, huh) (uhh.. Misdemeanor) {singing} I can't stand the rain! .. {singing} I can't stand the rain! .. * fades out * |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
Say what, say what?
Say what, say what? Say what, say what? Missy, bring it in 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 *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 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 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 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 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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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
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 Hey, yo Timbaland Yo, I'm a just (sue) Dance a little bit You don't mind if I get my boogie on do you? He he, yeah, know what I'm sayin? We don't gotta rhyme through the whole track The track is bangin by its self Know what I'm sayin? Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah They don't want To fuck with me They don't want 5X Ooh, ooh, to fuck with me Wanna fuck with me They don't want 3X Oh, oh, oh, to fuck with me No they don't They don't wanna They don't want No, no, no To fuck with me |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
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 *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 * Repeat 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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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
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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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
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 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 game 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 Missy fly with me Missy fly with me, fly with me Missy drive with me Missy drive with me, drive with me |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
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 *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 * Repeat (x2) |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
You never know a good thing till I'm gone
You spending many, many nights home alone You won't be seing me around your way No, No And if you don't get it together Baby I can't stay *Don't be commin' in my face Tryin to tell me you love me You shoulda thought once or twice Sacrifice and make it right It's the thing that you do Make me not love you Go this way and you'll see Get no other love like me You never know I'm for real till I leave And when I pack up my clothes don't be calling me You won't be seing me Anymore No, no Cause when I'm long, long gone I won't be back in this door * Repeat To my east side people to my west side To all my bitches who sat home crying Over these niggas and over these fellows Shake em off like Jello To my east side people to my west side To all my bitches who sat home crying Over these niggas and over these fellows Shake em off like Jello * Repeat I used to stick closer to your side then a beeper Till you smoked that cheaper reefer Now you loony as fita, cheddar Don't say a word Yep I got tha word Yeah I heard it from a little bird Now I'm out the door My four four You don't know? Get your bags and your things take the door Don't take this shit no more When you leave You can leave out the back door Fucker Stupid niggas Who always think they can play somebody Ya'll know who ya'll are Tryin to run about 3-4-5 women at one time Now you wanna come back all in our faces Tellin me how much you love me and all that bullshit Whatever man Fuck you Alright, I'm out |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
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 *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 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 * Repeat (x2) 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) * Repeat |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
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 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 *Oooh oooh Why you hurtin me? Tell me why more Oooh oooh Oooh oooh Why you hurtin me? Tell me why more Oooh oooh 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 * Repeat 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 * Repeat 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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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
Nigga, waz 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 *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 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 * Repeat 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 * Repeat 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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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
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 *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 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) * Repeat 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 * Repeat 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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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
(feat. Busta Rhymes)
[Busta Rhymes] An right about now at this particular time as we bring this lp to a close Busta Rhymes and the whole entire flip mode squad would like to congratulate you all for being such a wonderful audience and taking the time out of your busy day to day living to do the knowledge take in and observe and absorb and listen and feel the all emotional rollercoaster of this lp thoroughly put together by Missy and Timbaland the official banging shit hip-hop music, soul music, R&B music ya'll muthafuckas don't know this is that official full-fledged shit and until tha next time? chicken niggas they say? |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
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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from Big Momma's House (빅 마마 하우스) by George S. Clinton [ost] (2000)
Brat
Hey JD, why you be saying oh, oh Is that like flossin' shit? You just like walk in and so people say, oh shit, it's him Bounce to this, come on 1 - Where my rag wearing soldiers that Love to watch the dough stack Never leave the house without their strap (That's what I'm looking for) They know just what a woman need Keep a big bank roll and a bag of weed When it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak, shit (That's what I'm looking for) Where my Rolley wearing thugs who Claim they don't love you But any time you want something done, they do it (That's what I'm looking for) The ball all night type Frontin', screaming, thug life That's the type of nigga I like (That's what I'm looking for) Uh I get high, get mine I like a thug in my life to get by That's why I spit shine the pussy 'Till it get tight and fine He push me over to the other side If he act right he could hit it from behind We can bump and grind all night 'till we reach a climax Make sure you leave a phat sack for Brat Till you come back for more Six pack surrounding my belly hole, it's tight You ain't gotta tell me So So Def is the way that I flow Made to blow, pave the road Unfadable, capable to save your hoe Wherever I go, stack dough I'm looking for a nigga roll, that ain't broke If its time to lick of shots he don't trust Even know how to flip cocaine and when the funds is low For the show stopper, this for the know nadas Shit get mo' hotter, nigga holla my name They follow me when I drivin' the Range And wait for me to finish performing backstage Never have a nigga yawning When they keep up with the shorty Weed pumping as strong as me Gotta be the ball all night type I like it every minute when he charmin' me Repeat 1 Stretch out your arms Flip out your wrists Let me see what to hit for I'm fixing to know if you can afford to cop A couple of dem thangs for your girl to rock When we stepping in the door we killing 'em Let the heads know we ain't feeling them Or affiliated with them I glisten and glow, 38 caliber go pop Niggas that wanna show off Don't just stop My soldier's not having that I'm looking for a thug that'll kill for Brat And make million dollar deals for Brat And pay some of the bills for Brat And just chill for Brat Watch dough stack, been broke, am I goin' back? Nope Need to know how to surround a bitch with stability Get down, bitches, if he feel me, rich now I can't afford to sit down, get bored if We got hits out nigga need big clout Don't crowd my space if we dip out Running with some other nigga face he don't trip out Never leave the house without weed and a glock Even got keys to the spot to drop the PO Box And in the drawer when he find his underwear I keep a fresh do rag in his hair Repeat 1 That's what I'm looking for That's what I'm looking for That's what I'm looking for That's what I'm looking for |
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from Sex And The City (섹스 앤 더 시티) [omnibus, ost] (2000)
This is for my ghetto motherfuckers, uh
Uh, forty side felony Felony, misdemeanor We're charged with murder Escobar C-V-R fights I'm switching gears Headlights, shine so bright Bitches freeze like dears Them fiends want that deep boy Feds send in a decoy, pack that heat boy Push ya where ya rest in peace boy Get your mama's house shot up Bodies all chopped up When them bodies pop up, I ain't getting' locked up My Bentley cruise the block, with the sun roof top Hood rats jumpin' on my jock cause I blew up the spot Crushin' your Benz, plush in your Navigator system My QB thieves make y'all niggas tuck you're shit in It's Nas in your area, Queens about to tear it up Braveheart y'all scared of us, real niggas, they be us |
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from The Transporter (트랜스포터) by Stanley Clarke [ost] (2002)
Huh, its gonna be one of them days I can feel it, uh On a day like today I got out of bed, upped and went my way Tryin to find some peace of thing But here aint no rest for, oh, every man Everything seemed to get me down Looking everywhere just to find a smile Then the phone rings and an angel sings Hello (Hello) And its funny you should call today Its been too long, thought you just moved on And its funny you should call today You always found a way to make my day Girl, tell me how is your family I cant believe that you thought of me, baby Baby, my heart is beating fast You dont know how much I missed our past, mmm, yeah Seen a friend of mine a month or so She said youre doin well, youve got it goin on Then the phone rings and an angel sings Hello (Hello) And its funny you should call today Its been too long, thought you just moved on And its funny you should call today You always found a way to make my day Baby, ??? yeah Like ??? out And I just want to, wanna thank you, girl Just to hear your face, girl, it changed my world And its funny you should call today Oh, its been too long, thought you just moved on And its funny you should call today You always found a way to make my day Aint it funny you should call today I think about you often, baby, yeah, yeah And its funny you should call today We can just be friends, babe, aint got to be your man, no way, no way Said its funny, funny you should call me Cause Ive been thinkin bout you, babe, Ive been thinkin bout you, Ive been thinkin bout you, baby Aint it funny, ha-ha, you should call today Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha, funny you should call, funny you should call Said call me, oh, baby, now, call me Seems like you know when things are goin wrong |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-01-09
Subject : Missy Elliott - Under Construction (Elektra,2002)
