미시 앨리엇(Missy Elliot)은 미국의 여성랩퍼이다.그녀는 미국에서 약 700만장의 앨범을 팔았으며, 여성랩퍼최초로 앨범을 6장을 낸 랩퍼이다.
또한 그녀는 넘버원 히트싱글들인 The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)', 'Hot Boyz', 'Get Ur Freak On', 'One Minute Man', 'Work It', 'Gossip Folks', 'Pass That Dutch', 'Lose Control' ,'Ching-a-Ling'이 있다.게다가 그녀는 싱어송라이터와 작곡가 일도 하기도하며, 그녀의 절친한 동료인 프로듀서인 팀바랜드가 그녀의 전속프로듀서이다. .... ....
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
[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
[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
[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
[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
[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
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
더 이상의 오르가즘이 존재하지 않는, Timbaland와 Missy Elliott의 권태로운 동거.Missy Elliott. 그녀는 현시점에서, 주류 힙합 시장에서 자신의 음악을 스스로 계획하여 경영할 수 있는 유일한 여성음악감독이다. 그런데 그런 그녀의 현 위치는, 지난 시절 공개된 자신의 정규 작업들을 통해서 보여준 전략인 -90년대 중반 이후, 경이적인 패러다임의 사운드를 들고 나타난- Timbaland와의 '동지애'로부터 출발되어 구축된 바 있다는 사실이 중요하다. 이것은 구체적으로 말하자면, 주류힙합사운드의 당시 최고 권력자였던 팀발란드의 헤게모니 지분을 양도받은 미시 엘리엇. 씬의 조류를 민감하게 읽어내는 그녀의 균형감각과 감식안을 통해서 활력과 영감을 얻어낸 팀발란드.이런 상호보완관계의 지형도로...
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