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I've Changed I've Changed 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 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 ohh oooh... Missy Elliott |
Irresistible Delicious Irresistible Delicious (Feat. Slick Rick) (over the melody of Slick Rick's song "Lick the Balls") (Slick Rick) It's entertainment time Wooo Got Missy Elliott in the house, got Slick Rick in the house We doin big things here kids Hip Hop's finest, Slick Slick Slick Rick an' M (scratched) Slick Rick an' M Go Missy, go Missy, go Missy, go Missy (scratched) Slick Rick an' M Missy Elliott: Excuse me Mr. Lawrence, you look nice Simply delicious, Missy want some kisses Let's go to the crib, get cozy in the nude And "Treat Me Like a Prostitute" Now pardon me sir, I'm such a real lady Ride in Mercedes to make the bitches hate me Cruise up and down one two fifth Lookin for a guy like you to get with (beat changes) I seen this cutie pie, so I pulled beside him Seen the size of his feet, so I couldn't deny him Might as well try him, the freak that I am M dot S E always grindin Missy singing: Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh) But boy you are supa fine (do it to me, do it to me) (Slick Rick) Thank you Missy Irresistible delicious (oooooh) Holla Enough to make me lose my mind (Slick Rick) Yeah Know I really want it (scratched) Slick Slick Slick Rick an' M Now I want it, yeah Don't make me wait oh no no don't make me wait oh no (Slick Rick) Missy No longer will I pretend (Slick Rick) Slick Rick in the house Let's get it on cause we both grown (Slick Rick) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (beat changes back) Intelligent, delicate, watch how the fella get Bump into my homegirl in Miami, Missy Elliott Green blush on her eyelid, hi Miss! Gave honey a hug I feel her touchin my privates Aw shuck I guess, main course is in I said You know I'm married? Yeah and what's that supposed to mean? Proposition for you Ruler Procede on Well I got a track I need you spit a mean 16 on You with it? Down to bless one and I left one The Hit Factory, later on around eleven With my notebook, and pencil, I slides on in I see her lookin mighty sexy and the lights all dim Have a drink The booze and the karmy go oddly After havin a drink I start to feel unusually horny Swellin stone, or well writ poems Busy poundin like I'm tryin to break off pelvis bones Missy singing: Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh) (Slick Rick) Slick Rick is in the house But boy you are supa fine (do it to me, do it to me) (Slick Rick) Thank you Missy Irresistible delicious (oooooh) Holla Enough to make me lose my mind lose my mind Know I really want it and now I want it Don't make me wait oh no no don't make me wait oh no No longer will I pretend (Slick Rick) Boss of the females Let's get it on cause we both grown (Slick Rick) Recognize, recognize (beat changes back) Missy Elliott: Excuse me sir, oh gosh you look young But old enough to get it to get yo' head sprung Sit down relax, it's soft here on my couch Or give me hands strictly you might get turned out Cutie pie, 'til I sit beside him Nice shoe size, how could I deny him Big bankroll to help me retire Me and him together smell like big empire Don't treat me like a prostitute Unless you're givin me some money makin sure I look cute But don't treat me like a prostitute Unless you're givin me some money makin sure I look cute Missy singing: Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh) (scratched) Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh) (scratched) But boy you are supa fine (do it to me, do it to me) (scratched) Fi fi fine... Missy Elliott |
Is This Our Last Time Is This Our Last Time (Feat. Fabolous) Missy Elliott: Yeah OK! Yall know how i do it From old school rap to old school r&b Yep thats me We gon' do it one time like this Oh oh come on Missy Elliott: I remember when we first made love It was so good Nigga i was whipped n' all into it Off of that good wood And if i could i would persue it But you wont let me do it I like first time around wit playboy You keep puttin me down umm I cant keep runnin away, from you But the sex dont feel the same, no no no You dont hold me nore kiss me like, you used to I can tell your feelins changed It must be some other bitch thats takin up, your time If it is then let me know, oooohh So i wont call you over to taste a piece of this good pie Why you dont **** me like before I like the first time I like the first time I like the first time talkin bout the, second time I like the first time I like the first time I like the first time talkin bout the, second time Missy Elliott: I remember when we first, made love It felt so good you made me cry, uhm uhm uhm But now you just ruch to get it, over And it dont feel like the first time Fabolous: Yeah you probly the first girl im sprung on im hung on the spots yeah Put yah lips and tongue on you make me a fan I took the cards that you dealt and made me a hand Its the feelins that i felt that made me a man Now im fightin to get it back like Mike Tyson I wanna grab my helmet and ride but you took bike license I just wanna do it like we did it before Cindarella you was wit it before Now i wanna bring a slipper, you act like you dont fit it nomore Like i got it but i cant get it nomore And i aint useually chaser cause i write wit my pencil But also how to use my eraser And at the present time i think about the past I think about yo ass and can i see it in the future If i see you i'll salute yah Cause for your lovin im a soldier, Mami i thought i told yah Missy Elliott: Why you dogin me out Is this our last time Say it again Why you dogin me out Oh what shall i do, yeah Tell me what i've done to you Yeah let the beat ride huhh Then work that work that work that work that uh Yeah let the beat ride Come on and work that, come on and work that come on come on... Missy Elliott |
It's Real It's Real Yeah, ohhh ohh Yeaahhh, yeaaa I love you more then my mouth can say I'll take a flight to kingston, anyplace Just to be in yo face From new york city to japan I'll be there ba by Just call my phone and I'll come flying On the next plane to you Never worry cause I'm ya woman And I promise ba by I promise you will be my man Cause baby it's real (real) So real (so real) Can't you tell by the look in my face, yeah Oh baby it's real (it's real) So real (so real) I hope your feeling the same Cause baby it's real I'll follow you right to the moon It could happen yeah Just so we can be close as cousins With my heart out to you I love you more then words can offer Pay attention ba by I hope this never ends my lover Cause baby it's real (it's real) So real (so real) Can't you tell by the look in my face, yeah Oh baby it's real (it's real) So real (so real) I hope your feeling the same Cause baby it's real I don't wanna spend a day without you I don't get tired of being by you I don't care bout the things about you Boy it's real So real, so real (so real) Can you tell by the look in my face, yeah Oh baby it's real (it's real) So real (so real) I hope your feeling the same Cause baby it's real... Missy Elliott |
Izzy Izzy Ahh Izzy Izzy Ahh 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 Heee Hee 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 Plll 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 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 Missy singin': You never heard beets like this before When me and Timberland walk throught the door Our style be tighter then before, You like our steelo... Missy Elliott |
Joy Joy (Feat. Mike Jones) (1:36 long skit precedes the actual song) Elliott: Joyy Scratch: Oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh Elliott: Joyy (Speak'n'Spell vowel sounds) Elliott: Joyy Scratch: Oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh so sick Elliott: Joyy Scratch: Oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh (Speak'n'Spell vowel sounds) Missy: Timbo, what they do They try to be like Missy but they have no clue On how I'm spittin over beats the way I move I move so smooth in my shell toe shoes Now put the needle on the record, show'n'prove Since ninety two I came to win and never lose They try to stop a chubby chick from comin through My belly out and sellin out these venues My skills, will fulfill, those who drink booze My attitude is super cool like I'm subdued And those who fake I take on you and your dudes I rule the streets I break 'em down with no tools And Misdemeanor give the finger to y'all fools (Holla) Whoever doubted that I'm 'bout it check the news And if you snooze on me this year your ass will lose Cause I will bruise, my loose screws is like ooh When I come out get your release dates moved Missy: This year y'all gon' all lose sleep I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin [scratched] This year y'all gon' all lose sleep This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin (Big shout out to Timberland) This year you hear a real MC, when I (Slowed up) break break break break break Missy: I flow over a beat that make a chick weave blow And those who try to compete to the wall I throw So I drop it low, 808 kick low Like oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh Mr. Mos', this beat he compose While I kill the track, leave your ears decomposed Fake rappers, this year your lies will be exposed Like oh oh-oh oh, oh Missy steal the show-ow-ow Spit on breakbeats, make rappers lose sleep Make labels unable drop they artists on leak I keep 'em knee deep, need me, be me Hardly, and basically, I do it nice and slow (slowed) I'm slowin, the track down, so you don't miss the shit that Misdemeanor talkin like that chronic get you super high Missy + Mike Jones: This year y'all gon' all lose sleep I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin This year you hear a real MC (Scratch) Oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I (Mike Jones Who?) Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin (Mike Jones Who?) This year you hear a real MC (Geyeah) Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin (Mike Jones) See I'm a pimp that's on my grind, I hustle like all the time I speak what's on my mind, my teeth'll make you blind My heat'll lay you down, whenever you come around Forsaken out there mistreated your life'll be deleted Cause I don't play dat, you know I don't play dat Wherever you talkin noise is where you gon' lay at I'm "Supa Dupa Fly" like Missy Missy Before the fame majors used to diss me But now I'm on top, I'm hot I can't stop Before my deal came my shows was sold out House been on the hill, diamonds been in my grill I'm trill like U.G.K., you know I keep it real I'm who, Mike Jones, Who? Mike Jones WHO? Mike Jones and I can't be cloned 2-8-1, 3-3-oh, 8 zero zero foThat's my cell phone number, hit me on the low I got Missy: Hold up, I see a lot of folks in here sittin 'round like your shoes too tight If you wear a size 10, don't cram yo' shit up in a size 6 ladies Be proud of yo' big ass feet We came to party up in this bitch... Missy Elliott |
Keep It Movin Keep It Movin (Feat. Elephant Man) Missy Elliott: Eh yo Timb, you know Niggas like Dr Dre and the Neptunes and Just Blaze They should be so hot they be keepin us workin yah feel me But but that nigga R. Kelly He got one of the illest lines when he say Is anybody feelin freaky" Elephant Man - Missy Elliott: Man up yep, good to go Elephant Man and Missy Elliott (yeah) Ladies keep it movin (uh) Gi dem di dance now (Its like butter baby, its like butter) Buss di dance now (Its like butter baby, its like butter) Missy, Elliot Ladies windin around Tweet show dem kindly how fi do it (Whoo) Come on Missy Elliott: When you hear the song, role down yah window Let the music thump yeah, thump thump thump thump Take a walk in the club, thats how i role You look so so down, so so so so Now when you step out on the scene, so fresh so clean Lookin like a wet dream, yo know what i mean Its about that, what time would that be? Wind yah waist line to the base line Slow it down now get the beat right Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Buss yah (oh) grove (oh) n we gon' (oh )keep it (oh) movin (oh) Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Shake shake (oh) yah body (oh) we gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh) Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Shake shake (oh) yah body (oh) they gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh) Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Buss yah (oh) grove (oh) n we gon' (oh )keep it (oh) movin (oh) Missy Elliott: If you know you look good, say so say so And you dont give a [ding], hell no hell no Put yah hands in the air yeah, get yo hands up Baby bounce baby bounce, get low get low 2 shots in yah club, yep just whats up Get Timb to fill it up, yep just whats up Its about that time, what time would that be Wind yah waist line to the base line Slow it down now get the beat right Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Buss yah (oh) grove (oh) n we gon' (oh )keep it (oh) movin (oh) Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Shake shake (oh) yah body (oh) we gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh) Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Shake shake (oh) yah body (oh) they gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh) Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Buss yah (oh) grove (oh) n we gon' (oh )keep it (oh) movin (oh) Elephant Man: Keep it movin love the way yah body groovin Watch yah groovin, perspire sweat you losin Put yah shoes in, dis ya dance a keep you movin Its soodin, like dis yah ina di humma crusin Take! di! dance! floor!, stop pretend like you nu hear Mi see booty hear booty there booty shakin everywhere Ina di club, ina di bar, ina di pool, ina di square At di afta party mi see shakin booty i'll be der Make! way!, move!, when big mamma appear Just a back it up cock it up jock it up like she nuh care Sai she was one a di chear leada fi Chigaco here Everyting a dissappear when she appear Come on Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Buss yah (oh) grove (oh) n we gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh) Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Shake shake (oh) yah body (oh) we gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh) Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Shake shake (oh) yah body (oh) they gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh) Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Missy Elliott |
Lady Marmalade Lady Marmalade Where's all mah soul sistas Lemme hear ya'll flow sistas Mya: Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go sista Mya: He met Marmalade down IN old Moulin Rouge Struttin her stuff on the street She said, "Hello, hey Jo, you wanna give it a go?" Oh! uh huh Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (Hey hey hey) Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (here) Mocha Chocalata ya ya (oh yea) Creole lady Marmalade Lil Kim: What What, What what Mya: ooh oh Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir Voulez vous coucher avec moi Lil Kim: yea yea yea yea Pink: He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up Boy drank all that Magnolia wine On her black satin sheets is where he started to freak yeah Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (da da da) Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (here ohooh yea yeah) Mocha Choca lata ya ya (yea) Creole lady Marmalade Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir, what what what) Voulez vous coucher avec moi Lil Kim: yea yea uh He come through with the money and the garter bags I let him know we bout that cake straight up the gate uh We independent women, some mistake us for whores I'm sayin, why spend mine when I can spend yours Disagree? Well that's you and I'm sorry Imma keep playing these cats out like Atari Wear ideal shoes get love from the dudes 4 bad ass chicks from the Moulin Rouge hey sistas, soul sistas, betta get that dough sistas We drink wine with diamonds in the glass by the case the meaning of expensive taste if you wanna Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya Mocha Chocalate a what? Real Lady Marmalade One more time C'mon now Marmalade Lady Marmalade Marmalade Christina: hey Hey Hey Touch of her skin feeling silky smooth color of cafe au lait alright Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried, More more more Pink: Now he's back home doin' 9 to 5 Mya: Sleepin' the grey flannel life Christina: But when he turns off to sleep memories creep, More more more Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (da daeaea yea) Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (ooh) Mocha Choca lata ya ya (yea) Creole lady Marmalade Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir) Voulez vous coucher avec moi (all my sistas yea) Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir) Voulez vous coucher avec moi (C'Mon uh) Missy: Christina (oh Leaeaa Oh) Pink (Lady Marmalade) Lil Kim (hey Hey! uh uh uh uh) Mya (Oh Oh oooo) Rot wailer baby (baby) Moulin Rouge (Oh) Misdemeanor here Creole Lady Marmalade Yes ah... Missy Elliott |
Let It Bump Let It Bump Timbaland: Gotta cut the music up man Missy Elliott: Aahhhh Timbaland: Gotta cut the music up man Missy Elliott: I'm I'm I'm Mi Mi Mi Missy Radio play m all the time Write my own rhymes and I swear I'm fly This flow here form 83 From a to z you can't **** wit me Me and Timbaland man I'll be damn Remember when Lyte was in love wit Sam I used to be in love wit this guy name Sam But to me oh my Gosh he was one in a million I came through cause I rock the show Wack MC's get kicked in the throat Keep on sleepin cause you think I'm a joke Uh, Uh, Uh Let it bump (Let it bump) Missy - Timbaland: I'm Missy I'm-I'm Let it bump (Let it bump) I'm Missy Let it bump (Let it bump) I'm Missy I'm Missy on the microphone (Gotta cut the music up man) Missy Elliott: I'm Missy on the microphone I'm stupid fresh that's the shit I'm on (come on) Sucka MC's come new in the game Swear ya hip hop you just a new jack swing (uh) Remember when Shantay was live on stage Shantay was live on stage Let me back that shit up For ya for ya no hip-hoppers I'm Missy on the microphone I'm stupid fresh that's the shit I'm on Sucka MC's come new in the game Swear ya hip-hop but don't know Daddy Kane This time Missy rhyme crazy though Haters wanna know my antidote Try to catch up cause ya mind is slow Missy - Timbaland: Break Missy & Timbaland: (Gotta cut the music up man) Me and Timba-Timba Timba Timba Timbaland Me and Timbaland man I'll be damn (Cut Cut Cut cu cu cut the music up man) (Cut Cut Cut cu cu cut the music up man) Timbaland: Me and Missy come fresh on tracks (oh) 5 albums deep can ya handle that (that) We came from the basement to platinum plaques (plaques) We sittin on something this black on black {oh} Jimmy Dean, he's the engineer (neer) A nigga been down for about 10 years (years) Fixin that stuff to make it sound so clear (clear) Uh, Uh, Uh Let it bump (Let it bump) Missy Elliott |
Let Me Fix My Weave Let Me Fix My Weave What's up mother****ers? I need to know is V-A up in this bitch? New York, St. Louis, Chicago, Philly, LA, Atlanta I'm diggin' that But how about the ladies that got a head full of fake weave or braids Holla at ya peoples Oh! C'mon Ooh baby let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to 3 Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave (Oh) Baby fix my weave Baby baby let me fix my weave On the highway I do above 90 (woo woo) pull me over get the fake ID I met a guy named Tommy Very charming He was on me like cheese be on macaroni His game real tight making me so horny Fine enough for us to **** and be his baby mommy You really don't know me So I moves it slowly Brush up and let him hold me Let me spit some baloney Baby you could call me If you go down on me But you got to back up off me Wearing cubic zirconia I told him, "Baby let me fix my weave I got a hair out of place and use a fake ID." Pepe LePew voulez vous ooh oui You want to misdemeanor me You gotta spend more G's (ohh wee) Ooh baby let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to 3 Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave (Ooh wee) Baby fix my weave Baby baby let me fix my weave On the highway I do above 90 (woo woo) pull me over get the fake ID I used to date a guy named Chris Sloppy with his kiss But he was good with his tongue I called him Mr. Young One Mr. Young One had a big ding-dong Balls the size of ping-pong I had him souped like won-ton I put the beat on And on my ass he skeet on I put the heat on young gun Fresh meat he season Yes, yes we used to creep down the beach He was insane like Rick James And with a mask he's Superfreak I told him, "Gimme cash to fix my weave And I don't want no excuses 'bout your baby mommy 'cause your child support money don't fix my weave and you know nigga please me no **** for free." Ooh baby let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to 3 Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave (Oh) Baby fix my weave Baby baby let me fix my weave On the highway I do above 90 (woo woo) pull me over get the fake ID I got a call from Joe He used to call me J.Lo Hey lo, how you doing? Used to ask who I was screwing Joe was pursuing Sex was good all "ooh in" Moan he was grown He would **** me 'til the mo'nin I used to get vex when he would sex another bitch Said "Baby don't trip, just like Ben I'm rich" Jen don't bitch, then Miss don't bitch Lopez get rich, call me Miss Affleck I tell him, "Baby I need a new weave Because my tracks feel whack, I want to hit the party You want to play like Ben then give me your keys 'cause even Jen drive a Benz to go fix a weave." Ooh baby let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to 3 Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave (Oh) Baby fix my weave Baby baby let me fix my weave On the highway I do above 90 (woo woo) pull me over get the fake ID To the heavy weave cities Miami, Jersey, D.C., the Carolinas, Detroit, Louisville, Ohio, to all the projects To the beauty salons, and curling irons stitching in that ? hair Okay, oohwee yeah fix your weave Straight up like a perm you heard... Missy Elliott |
Lick Shots Lick Shots Missy: Ugh, Ay yo Timberland, see what they don't understand Is we about to flip our whole style on 'em for two double zero one (Ay) And for those of you who hated (Ay) You only made us more creative Timberland: Misdemeanor Ugh Missy: You don't wanna speak my name Mess around get that ass blown away Blaaah Fool gone away I didn't even like your tail anyway Missy got somethin' to say I ride down the block in an escalade Bling bling all in your face I think you might need to put on your shades Blaaah I know you feel me tho You hatin' on me, but you hear me tho Twenty inch rims sittin' crazy low Aaahhh I'm a crazy ho I'm a keep the party live Me and Timbaland gonna flip it tonight Keep yo hands in the sky Wave 'em round like your crazy high Hugh Time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin Blaaah Time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin Blaaah Missy: You don't know who I be You mammy tell you not to **** wit me If I give you head, you'll never leave Raaah Stop sweatin' me Flip it on the black hand side Look it here boy, don't you even try it Make me dislocate your spine My rings put your shine like turpentine What you comin' around hang out fo? Baby him know, you just want my dough Get cha black ass on the flo Fool touch me, that's a no no Raaah Mr. DJ won't you play that song Tell the freaks shake they nasty thongs Hey boys won't you sing along Cause we gone rock the party til' the early morn Y'all don't hear me (hot) You got your guns but you don't scare me (oooh) Originality is leary (ugh) My only style and I ain't sharin' (back up, back up:easy now) Hey Y'all (hot) Let's turn it up and tear the club down (ugh) Grab your drinks and give me two rounds (zooo) I'll break you off I'm goin' down down Watch yourself, I'm about to turn it up... Missy Elliott |
Lose Control Lose Control Music make you lose control Music make you lose control Fat Man Scoop: Let's go Hey hey hey hey hey hey Here we go now Here we go now Here we go now Here we go now Watch out now (Music make you lose control) Misdemeanor's in da house Ciara's in da house Misdemeanor's in tha house Fat man scoop man scoop man scoop Missy Elliott: I've got a cute face Chubby waist Thick legs in shape Rump shakin' both ways Make you do a double take Planet rocka show stoppa Flo' proppa head knocka Beat styla tail droppa Do ma thang mutha****as Ma rose Royce Lamborghini Blue Madina always beamin' Ragtop chrome pipes Blue lights outta sight Know me sow it in Set it in sow it in Make dat money tho it in Booty bouncing gon' hit Missy Elliott & Ciara: Everybody here Get it outta control Get yo backs off tha wall Cuz Misdemeanor said so Everybody (step,step) Everybody Everybody (step,step) Everybody Ciara: Well ma name is Ciara For all you fly fellas No one can do it betta Missy Elliott: She'll sing on acapella Ciara: Boy the music Makes me lose control Missy Elliott: We gon' make you lose control And let it go fo' you know You gon' hit tha flo' I rock to the beat till I'm (tired) Walk in da club it's (fiya) Get it crunked and wired Wave ya hands scream (louda) If you smoke den fiya it up Bring da roof down den (holla) If you tipsy stand up DJ turn it (louda) Take somebody by da waist den (uh) Now tho it in dey face like (uh) Hypnotic robotic This here will rock yo bodies Take somebody by da waist den (uh) Now tho it in dey face like (uh) Systematic histatic This hit be automatic Work wait Work work work wait Work work work wait Work work work wait Do it right Fat Man Scoop: Hit tha floor hit tha floor Hit tha floor hit tha floor Hit tha floor hit tha floor Hit tha floor Missy Elliott & Ciara: Everybody here Get it outta control Get yo backs off tha wall Cuz Misdemeanor said so Everybody (step,step) Everybody Everybody (step,step) Everybody Fat Man Scoop: Let's go Missy Elliott: Everybody here Get it outta control Ciara: Get yo backs off da wall Missy Elliott: Cuz Misdemeanor said Ciara: So Everybody (step,step) Everybody (keep on steppin) Everybody (step,step) Missy Elliott: Everybody(step) Get loose Fat Man Scoop: Now put yo back on tha wall Put yo back on tha wall Put yo back on tha wall Put yo back on tha wall Misdemeanor's in da house Yeh Ciara's in da house Misdemeanor's in tha house (Music make you lose control) We on fiya we on fiya We on fiya we on fiya Now tho it girl, tho it girl, tho it girl Yeah, now move yo arm to tha left girl Now move yo arm to tha left girl Now move yo arm to tha right girl Now move yo arm to tha right girl Let's go now, let's go now, let's go now, Woo, let's go Should I bring it back right now? Now bring it back now Woooo oohhh I see you C Now see Ima Ima do it like C do it Now shake it girl Come on and jus shake it girl Come on and let it pop right girl Come on and let it pop right girl Now back it up girl Back it up girl Back it up girl Back it up girl Woooo, woooo, woooo, go go Bring it to da front girl go go Bring it to da front girl go go Bring it to da front girl go go Bring it to da front girl let's go, let's go, let's go (Wooo) Missy Elliott |
Meltdown Meltdown Bet it, bet it taste like candy Missy: I broke up wit my ex I couldn't take his sarcasm Everytime we bone I had to fake an orgasm Moanin and groanin tried to make him feel manly I'd rather use my toys, plus my hands come in handy I finally told him that my heart was somewhere else Whenever we sexed I wished that he was someone else That dude that approached me at the bar the other night That be the mister right and hot enough to melt some ice I think I'm in love like Beyonce be with Jigga It's not his major figure that want him to be my nigga He got that magic stick that make my little pussy quiver Juices runnin like a river slowly down my kitty litter Boy I'm so glad I found a nigga like you A thug like you to make a girl say oh Hope he feel as strong as my po hah do With you by my side its like I'm drunk off booze If you be my man only my man I wouldn't mind tastin your magic stick, magic stick If you don't cheat or sleep around aint nothing wrong wit tastin your magic stick I bet it taste like candy, meant to melt in my mouth I know you got plenty, baby you the shit Now what you workin wit candy meant to melt in my mouth I know you got plenty, I like the way, I like the way I like the way, I like the way (Interlude) I like the way you work your stick boo The way you work it like voodoo The way you wind and you wind and you grind Don't stop the way you work your stick Baby the way you work your stick Baby keep on and keep on and keep on keep goin Missy: My ex boyfriend had to go He didn't know how to work that magic stick But I found a guy that sure do love It's so true his love is cla-hassic yeah oohhh (Interlude) Missy: I could play Janet and you could play J.D. If you like Beyonce you could play Jay-Z Check for them other chicks cos they not me They're just some copy cats there's only one Missy M to the I double ss don't test I'm hard as the cushion on a bullet proof vest But you got me whipped like slaves in the days You're cool as the shade and ice and lemonade I think I wanna marry you baby I will carry Guess it's necessary and on the contrary You be mister right and mister legendary The more I fall in love the more it gets scary... Missy Elliott |
Missy's Finale Missy's Finale 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... Missy Elliott |
Mr. D.J Mr. D.J (Feat. Lady Saw) Lady Saw: It's all about (yo) Lady Saw and Missy (can you feel me) An the next thing is about (yo) The big bashing party (can you feel me, what?) I'm feelin you Timbaland, I'm feelin you (yo) Yo (can you feel me, what?) And we wind up when we a listen dis now, check, AY Missy: There's a party I'm up in the club and I'm drinking I'm drunk off the Alize As I hear the record spins it seems to take over me So I move side to side an it's something inside that controls me As I walk to the D.J and I say Mr. D.J., spin it one more time We gonna play it back to back, we gon' rock it two times Move your feet with me, move your hands with me See how easy it's gon' be for you and me, you see Mr. D.J., spin it one more time We gonna play it back to back, we gon' rock it two times Move your feet with me, move your hands with me See how easy its gon' be for you.. Missy: You say your a baller Cause you up in the club, fakin like you got dough, with your dollars To my peoples with me money let me hear you holler We're gonna party like no other party, don't stop til the morning but before I go this is what I say M.I.S.S.Y, Y.S.S.I.M, M.I.S.S.Y, M.I.S.S.Y, Y.S.S.I.M Lady Saw: Mr. D.J play that one more time, So me and missy elliot can move we waistline, Yo, tell the guys don't waste we time, Cause we under the ganja plus the red wine yo, There a party over here and say its phat you know, Let go me hand so me can look for man ya now, You see me face and me know that me red ya know, Buy all the bar cause me friend them rich ya know, Know, know, uh what me say yo yo, We'll be dancing until tomorrow, No other party is slammin you wan go, Sweating and wetting like me in a me sauno, Fit like me just done a dance with me tae bo, Bo, bo, uh! What me say, me say yo, Tell the D.J. fe play an no better stop, Spin it again rewind from the top, Misdemeanor the Saw plus the Elli ott When we drop ya know that's uh road Block, block, block, ya can't block, Road block, block, a road block, Ya don't know its all about Missy Elliot, Ya wan star ever thing is ever thing, seen? Its a party, and ya da'no its all about weight... Missy Elliott |
My Struggles My Struggles (Feat. Mary J. Blige, Grand Puba) Grand Puba: Yeah, Missy Elliott, Grand Puba Missy Elliott: Y'all don't really know who I am, God damn I'm like grease in the frying pan cause I am Bacon, eggs, toast, butter Smooth sexy lover more Fresh than others Go ask your brother if y'all don't believe I control the industry cause Missy in the lead Scratching Uhh, I'm talkin to you man With my upper hand, the fans call me Dapper Dan When I was young my pops, throw rocks Always shit talk to my moms and call the cops Couldn't wait 'til I was nice and grown Sick of daddy mouth 'til six in the mornOn and on and on 'til the record scratch And if I made a few scraps I would never come back (Yes) Take moms with me and a few Adat's And make a song about dad and tell pops he's a rat (Yes) Oah Kayyy (scratched) hold up Missy Elliott: Y'all don't really know my life Y'all don't really know my struggles and how much liquor I guzzle (Yes) Y'all don't really know my fears And how many years to get here but I'm ready to rumble Grand Puba: Yeah, I be that throwback cat, I throwback 'gnac I spit hot raps, then I check my traps Pockets stop the bulk, green up like the Hulk Ram up in somethin like that nigga Marshall Faulk I'm a low key nigga, a O.G. nigga Entertain my guests in "The Basement" like Tigger Grand Puba and the name ring bells And if it ain't about paper I don't waste my sells So the new school new school need to learn yo I burn baby burn like a Hunt's Pointe ho Missy Elliott: Yo yo Puba, hold up Let's take 'em back on some "411" shit Ma rryyy (beat changes) (Mary J. Blige) I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don't rap I'm known around the map to always make a comeback I went through some struggles fightin with my ex-lovers Stayed in lots of trouble, blessings then I had recovered Had to pay them bills, the places I lived Messin with them cats that's said to get I had to give I had to tell them back up cause I was quick to smack 'em up I didn't give a WHAT, Mary J. would act up Missy + Mary: Y'all don't really know my struggles (I had two or three jobs I had to juggle) And all them liquor shots from the pain I covered (Strugglin from the break ups with my lover) (Y'all don't know the half) Don't know the half (I'm better off now that was in the past) I had to take the good stuff with the bad Now I'm (thankful for the little things that I have) Scratched: I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don't rap Scratched: Grand Puba, and the name ring bells Scratched: I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don't rap Scratched: Grand Puba, and the name ring bells... Missy Elliott |
Nothing Out There For Me Nothing Out There For Me (Feat. Beyonce) Beyonce: There ain't nothing out there Missy: A Missy Elliott Exclusive Missy (phone) : I know one thing Beyonce better not answer this phone Her and the ladies in free I ain't got no money either shoot We 'posed to been at the club Beyonce: Ooh Hello? Missy: Beyonce! I know you ain't letting that broke down insecure L.L. Cool J wanna be nigga keep you in the house for another Friday. Beyonce: Just Just go ahead I'ma stay here wit my man. Ain't notin out there for me. My man don't like my friends (Girl your man ain't no good why he tryin to keep you in?) He says they influence me (If I was an influence Id'a been said leave) But boy I love him so (Girl we late for the club, why you still don't wanna roll?) Cuz I got my prize right here (But see the guys at the party!) 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) Missy Elliott |
Old School Joint Old School Joint 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 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... Missy Elliott |
On And On On And On (Feat. Pharrell) Pharrell: Beware, you're now listening to the sounds of Mis demeanor Turn everything up, all the levels All the ****in levels Missy: Missy be the name and y'all should already know I been around long Scarface so cold Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yo she ya Let me grab the microphone and I'm gone take it away Every time I spit I blow one or two speakers Top model diva but my name not Eva Yeah I brang fever rockin classic adidas I'm srtaight off the heater rippin needles off the meter Here I go, flip my flow Back it up then I drop it low It's a must cause I'm dangerous I'll be a hassle on the busta call me angeldust I talk shit di, didn't stutter 2005 MC's in trouble You run for cover hide under your covers Cause you gone need more protection than a magnum rubber Pharrell: Ah, ah, on Ah, ah, on Ah, ah ah, ah ah Ah, ah, on and it's Missy finna spit this simply raw Misdemeanor always make MC's feel small Stick you on the table with a plastic cup Say grace, then eat ya ass up Y'all just rookies, virgins, and nookies Not my competition you skip or play hookie Aint nobody here that can tear the track up And naw I ain't done rappin so shut the hell up Keep it simple every time I flow If you step to me I shall throw blows Raise up like I's break nose I ain't about talkin I'll lay 'em down slow And for show y'all know Misdemeanor got 'em by the neck low Ice cold heart like zero below If you wanna battle me then playa say so Let me tell you what I'm all about About spitting hot rymes on out Yeah Pharrell did the beat oh yes And the way he put it down he make it sound so (fresh) I be the best don't second guess When it comes to other rappers bout it boy get flexed When I say I'm tight as wife beaters Missy bout to teach you how to follow the leader Hit the club in a blue two seater Lookin like I'm finna cock a nine millimeter Get out with my highhill cuffs Twisting my ass cause I know what guys want Licking my lips like I'm takin him home Teasing and teasing I'm fakin the funk Shaking my titties like I wanna bone Bend over slow then I tell him I'm gone... Missy Elliott |
One Minute Man (Remix) One Minute Man (Remix) (Feat. Jay-Z) Missy: Oooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Ooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand I don't want no minute man Ohh, ohh, uhh, oohh Ohh, ohh.. Ohh, ohh, uhh, oohh Ohh, ohh.. Missy: 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.. Missy: 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 Jay-Z: 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 put 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) Missy: Oooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Oooh, 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... Missy Elliott |
Outro Outro (Feat. Mary J. Blige) Missy Elliott: Check it See I don't want to say that this is the end I'll end by saying this is where we'll begin Hip hop is a freedom of expression, not a freedom of depression Can I make my one suggestion? Look at how we're labeled gangsta rappers Is that their only impression? Wake up Rappers are craft art in a rappers sport Someone like a game of basketball can't be taught But yet we accept the name thug Like that's fly See how they covered our eyes? Give us names to separate us Sit back and watch us beef and make us hate us! Say what I'm done talking Mary J. Blige, let em know this is not a test I hear you calling Mary J. Blige: What you hear is not a test (Oooh) I'm rocking to the beat (I'm rocking to the beat) See me and my crew and my friends We're gonna try to move your feet (Move around, move around) See I am Mary Blige and I'd like to say, Hello (Thank you for inviting me) To the black, to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow. But first you gotta But first you gotta... Missy Elliott |
Party Time Party Time What Time Is It? Tonight it's party time It's party time tonight (Wat time is it) Tonight it's party time It's party time tonight (Holla Holla) Tonight It's party time It's party time tonight (Cumadee) Tonight it's party time It's party time tonight A lot of hip hopers but yall just small talkers Yall could risk gettin cut off like nick-a-bokers Albums flop, yall better off playin soccer Misdeameanor, my deaeanor me the club rocker I flo froppa, keep my goodies in a locker Not a artist ya ca but i;m a shotta bock Private stocker number 1 game talka When i start it up there will be not one stoppa. Walk around and get ur dome crack like a craka Matta fact break your bones like a crab bracker Neva slack up, rack up and leave ya fractured On a curve, where ya work leave ya fractured Haters all in my face, can u please bak up Haters smilin in my face, u need 2 be nacked up be jacked, call 4 bak up, cuz i smick smick smack ya Now tell me whos bada Tonight it's party time It's party time tonight (Holla Holla ) Tonight it's party time It's party time tonight (Yes Sir) Tonight It's party time It's party time tonight (Cumadee) Tonight it's party time It's party time tonight Most indiviuals swear they invisible Guys think I'm more important then the supa bowl Romanis is a ritual now pay me my resisual Cuz e'rday all day ya hear me on ur stereo I'm innocent i fool 'em make the guys lose control I'm in the studio droppin hits from my booty hole Ya f in moolio yall dont wanna test me yo Cuz when I'm done rappin, I make ya hair look like coolio Now please cool it yo, Mideameanor real pro yo (Record Noise) Frek It Frek it Real pro yo, wit a (Record Noise) Frek it ill flo I kick down doors and rock mini shows I put a tag on ur toe and call u John Doe Missy da name and M.E. is my initials Forget about it like the world forgot about Sisqo Take it 2 the club and bop, rock to the disco Think ya outta know its about to get physical Tonight its party time Its party time tonight (Say what) Tonight its party time Its party time tonight (What time is it) Tonight its party time Its party time tonigt (Cumadee) Tonight its party time Its party time tonight (Holla) (Jamaican Accent) I dont care cuz i do not fear Put a boop right straight in ya ear Best b wear when u come around here Dont ya dear come unprepared Misdeameanor watch them suckas sleep sleep Got da keys 2 da jeep jeep jeep Misdeameanor put it pon ur lik Ride da beep pon da 1,2,3 Block Tonight its party time Its party time tonight Tonight its party time Its party time tonight Tonight its party time Its party time tonigt Tonight its party time Its party time tonight... Missy Elliott |
Pass Da Blunt Pass Da Blunt (Feat. Timbaland) 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 (Timbabland talking) 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... Missy Elliott |
Pass That Dutch Pass That Dutch 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 - heavy breathing Wild dancing, coughing So when you hear the sound Who di whooo Run for cover mother****er Woooo 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 Misdemeanor on the floor, 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 Hypnotic in 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!) (Who di whoooo) 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 ladies! (Who di whoooooooo) 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 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!" (Interlude) Listen up mother****ers, you have five seconds to catch your breath Five,four,three,two,one (alarm rings) 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 whooo) now my voice is lost Can I get a ride on the white horse? (horse neighing) Outro: Pop that Pass tha dutch baby! Jiggle that fat... Missy Elliott |
Play That Beat Play That Beat To the beat y'all, play that beat (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) 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) 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 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... Missy Elliott |
Pump It Up Pump It Up (Feat. Nelly) Missy Elliott - Nelly: Hey yo, Nelly This is fire (What you talkin' about, girl?) Let's make it hot for the clubs Missy: Wooooo ("This is fire!" cut and scratched) Missy Elliott: Down South girls got them real Big butts Real big butts make ya man wanna look (Oh) Back it up, flip it up, skinny girls eugh! Love my guts, so **** a tummy tuck (Oh yeaah?) Yeah! I shakes my butt I shakes my gut like "yeah, bitch what?" Yeah I likes it rough, tough Ask your man how I'm good in handcuffs Me and Nelly came to rock the club Pack the place, don't push or shove Out of the club, straight to the crib I'll let you know if the sex was good Hook Missy Elliott + Timbaland : Pump it up! (Show me love, G) Pump it up! (Let me see what you working wit') Pump it up! (Let me see those big-ass hips) Pump it up! (Pump it up) This is how me and Nelly pump it up Pump it up! (Show me love, G) Pump it up! (Let me see what you workin wit') Pump it up! (Let me see those big ass hips) Pump it up! (Pump it up) C'mon Missy Elliott: Down south players We got that fire made Get up on my booty, tutti fruiti on the rooty I'm a thick chick, skinny girls act snooty No matter what your size, my big thighs'll do my duty Look at the way my rump shake like a movie (Say what) See my tight jeans and the coochie Spend a little looty, you gotta Work for the booty (Yup) Me and Nelly Hot on the track (Track!) Nelly, can't no one ever top that (Top that!) Niggaz we came to rock the club (C'mon!) DJs better Pump It Up Mother****ers need to back it up 'Cause we gon' tear the roof off the club (beat stops, needle crackling) Missy talking: You know, Down South chicks got big asses And we a little heavy sometime, but when You're from the South, we don't call that Fat. We call that "big boned". Fo' sho (scratching, beat starts again) Nelly: Yeah, ma! I heard you like the magic stick Me? I got the gadget stick, it's like "Go, go, gadget dick" You know, make you climb the walls and shit I make her wanna press pause and shit Walk up in the party, girls swingin' they panties They was doing that before I had them grammys I get a little freaky when I'm in Miami I may act a little freaky but I still got manners It's Nelly, felony, and Missy Misdemeanor Both going down, there's just to many heaters Check the records, we got records that broke records in record time I ain't talkin' about the records that they buyin Lyin', can a nigga keep up with me? You see I, still standin VI stackin' the "Ride Wit Me" You struggle to recoup I struggle on which Coup' to ride in Missy: See how we be stylin'? Missy Elliott |
Release The Tension Release The Tension I'm the best and that's B and that's capital I hang low like testicles MCs when it come to these men who flow Hoes, better back up Fo' they get slapped up Pack up and go tell mommy That I'm back up You, you, you, you and your whole crew Whatcha whatcha whatcha gone do To me, that's M-I-double S-Y E When it's back to me It's gonna be some tragedy Mmmm What's your name Cause you've got me You wanna know What it be like What the deal is Where my man at Can you get with me You say you got the things that I need What's your name Cause you've got me You wanna know Who I roll with Who I be with Who I'm down with Do I like to do the nasty things that you do Release some tension Break for, break for intermission For me and you, you start the kissing You'll see what you've been missing Release some, some of your tension Break for intermission For me and you, you start the kissing You'll see what you've been missing Mmmmm You're so fine I wanna make you mine I wanna know Can I be with you Can you be with me On the count of three Me and you gonna get romantically You're so file I wanna make you mine I wanna know Do you got a girl Is she good to you I bet she wont do the things that I'll do to you Rap: Uh huh I be creeping and creeping With my peoples, my peoples With my homies, my homies We be smoking that reefer Trying to get (my) knees high Trying to get (my) knees high So I hit 'em with a broken bang (pop pop) Turn me up a notch Neighbors wanna call the cops They can't stand to see me rock Every house is on the block Nigga knock Don't stop Nig nig nigga knock... Missy Elliott |
Remember When Remember When Baby, it's not true When they say all men are dogs. Cuz I know alot of women who cheat. I know you kinda wondering Why I'm having this conversation with you, Cuz I speak upon expierence. And if was worth anything I'll never cheat again. Know I may act stubborn boy But that dont mean I dont love you boy Please forgive me for my attitude When it seems like im takin all my shit out on you I know I never said this here Lemme make myself loud and clear I appreciate the way you treat me I've done a lot of things you still don't hate me Remember when you caught me cheatin (cheatin) You said I stopped your heart from breathin (stopped ya hearttt) (breathin) But you loved me so you forgave me (gave me) When you coulda ran out and played me (played me) Am I a dissappointment to ya baby Most of the time im wrong Makin' excuses for the abuses I've done, stepping all on your heart But ya never let me baby, say im sorry all the time Any other guy would be gone but you stay hear right by my side And the love like this I cant play no games Cuz its hard to forgive it But you didnt neva complain Neva rub it in my face juss lemme slide on by I know every girl wish she had you as a guy No no no no no nooo no Cuz a love like thi Cant play no games And its hard to forgive I did to you Lemme slide on by Yea Rap: When I cheated you said you couldnt breathe (said you couldnt breathe) Now im sitting here beggin on my knees Take me back, I'll do anything including please I didnt mean to burn a bridge third degree Like fantasia said let yourself be free The truth be, without me you'll succeed Im sorry baby please believe in you and me C'mon Aint no love better than you With all the pain I put you through Without you here what would I do... Missy Elliott |
Scream Scream (Feat. Timbaland) 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, Ahhh 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 Timbaland + Missy: 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 Missy: 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, Ahhh 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, mmhmm Missy: 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... Missy Elliott |
She's A Bitch She's A Bitch To the M-I prrrrrr, 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 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 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 **** wit us still Anybody gotta get the hoe by they pill... Missy Elliott |
Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap (Feat. Da Brat, Jade) Missy: 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 celva Yall wack MC's , yall never never Talkin hard as a cock but is light as a feather Yall suspect hoe's yall suspect hoe's Takin off your clothe yall reject hoe's Fell the rhythm, I'm bout to kill em Missy - Timbaland: Slap! Slap! Slap! Right across your melon, easy (Nigga,Slap!Slap! Right across your melon, easy) Missy: Yall lilTryin act bigga don't yall get the picture Every freakin year I come wit something sicka Fan's takin flick's wanna get my picture Freak's only speak "Do you know Jigga?" Strange mutha****a's wanna be my nigga Turn your man to a ass licker Cheatin ass men means, cheatin as men Time to stop gamin and stay the **** 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) Da Brat: You don't wanna get smacked right quick Wit a upper cut like this I don't give a **** if you don't like this Still get paid to bust the right shit Still get paid to hope on the dick I'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 you This ain't, I can't crawl for you That's impossible I make the rule I pay the dues I wear the pants Bought the shoes, they Prada too **** wit me you lose Step to me and get brused Your chances are not few, they none So what I'm bitchy Roll a phat blunt wit Missy In the front wit me Tim hit Ah, wit the bang to the boggada beat Burnin em wit the heat It don't conser me, when nigga talk shit They just wanna learn me When they see me,I permentaly Damage they shit internally And Slap! Slap! Slap! em right across the melon Timbaland: Nigga, Slap! Slap! Slap! Right across your melon, easy Jade: 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 mutha****in 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 here Oh Shit, Make niggas stop and stare Talk dirty, rock a bye a birdy Smack the shit out the Clyde Cause Bonnie should have pay me Get 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 pocket Slap! Slap! Slap! All up in your knogen, early I said,Slap! Slap! Slap! All up in your knogen (Timbaland) Nigga,Slap! Slap! Slap! Right across your melon, easy... Missy Elliott |
Slide Slide 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 date a 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 Buy a car no matter what it costess Of course its my rolls royce's made dem nosses Tell you who the mutha****in' 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. Accepting my Emmy or Grammy in Miami 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 (rr) 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... Missy Elliott |
Smooth Chick Smooth Chick Party Time (Uh uh) Uh (Say what?) Uh huh (Yo) Uh (Say what) Uh huh, uh huh Uh Uh (What) Uh huh (One more) Uh (Yo, yo bring it to me) Come here baby, let me blow your mind I'mma spit shine like turpentine I love niggas, all different kinds I'mma show you all how to work the spine If you a playa then you sure ain't mine I'mma cut you off like circumcise I'm a real chick and it no surprise If you dialin' me then you must realize I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick I got gats but don't make me use it I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it Shake my ass down to the music I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick I got gats but don't make me use it I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it I'mma shake my ass down to the music Come on baby let's do the bump Keep drinking up 'til you get me drunk Don't front, smoke a pound of funk Something real quick like uuuh, uuuh Got tens in the back of the jeep If you got a friend and he all on me Could it be he's a fan of me? Or could it be he see that I'm Missy? Eh baby, why you trippin' for? Cause I'm on top and you're down below You want me or you want my dough? Cause if it's my dough, then you hit the do Eh yo boo, I think you know That I got gats and they crack the floor Missy take shit no more So all that talk is no, no, no (Music) Yo Misdemeanor, uh Timothy, uh And Aaliya uh Mother****er now, uh Ginuwine, uh Maganoo, uh Drop, play it One two, mother****er... Missy Elliott |
So Addictive So Addictive (Feat. Charlene 'Tweet' Keys) Missy singing: I know some of y'all sick of songs y'all be hearin on the radio Ohhh (ohh) 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 (sooo) addic hictive Tweet: C'mon get krunk with me Missy: See if you're ridin down the street And you're bout to roll that shit up Tweet: You don't need drugs or weed Missy: Oh nah you ain't smokin that stank shit up in my car Get your feet off my dashboard Tweet: C'mon get krunk with me Missy: Oh yeah you wanna get krunk though? Well pop this CD in right here and take a hit of me Singing: My album is so, addic hictive Missy: My album is so addictive (echoes) Man bump this ballad shit... Missy Elliott |
Spelling Bee Spelling Bee I hope you can spell Nigga please you don't know me that well I got a truck sittin on sprewells My flow tight as hell If you is a hoe get a job I'm hot on the top Mister Mosely get the bat Dont copy this here cause I done did It could get hectic fist in your face Y'all don't know how crazy Missy be Don't toy me I'm outta y'all leauge Yes I'm bulletproof Bitches I ain't foolin' you You better learn a thing or two You don't really want it boo I hope you can spell Nigga please you don't know me that well I got a truck sittin on sprewells My flow tight as hell Spell Nigga please you don't know me that well I got a truck sittin on sprewells My flow tight as hell You just crazy if you think you Jay-Z Sure ain't me cause I rap I'm vip not we that's me Timmy this beat is a hit Listen to the track On the Misay from the mother****in VA Y'all know kigerty If y'all ask me y'all style booty I hope you can spe double L I'm double XL y'all can all kiss tail Y'all mother****ers don't know me that well My level came next and I'm not RL And yes I'm bulletproof Bitches I ain't foolin you You better learn a thing or two You dont really want it boo I hope you can spell Nigga please you don't know me that well I got a truck sittin on sprewells My flow tight as hell Spell Nigga please you don't know me that well I got a truck sittin on sprewells My flow tight as hell I run yo block I run them block (Hah) Crack your windows cause I'm just that hot That you forgot I got a big knot (Cha Ching) I must of hit the jackpot I must of hit the jackpot cause my purse dont lie The checks don't stop 'till they get writers block Besta call the cops cause it'll put you in shock Like the mind of Tupac I'ma rock 'till I drop A-B-C-D-E-F-G H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P ussy thats pussy for the fake MC who test me And yes I'm bulletproof Bitches I ain't foolin you You better learn a thing or two You dont really want it boo I hope you can spell Nigga please you don't know me that well I got a truck sittin on sprewells My flow tight as he double... Missy Elliott |
Step Off Step Off 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 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... Missy Elliott |
Stickin' Chickens Stickin' Chickens (Feat. Aaliyah, Da Brat) Missy - Aaliyah: Uh uh (yea yea) Uh uh (yea yea) 99 uh uh (yea yea) what you got boo) Aaliyah - Missy: I was in love wit' you (yea) And you couldn't do no wrong in my eyes When I found out the scoop on you (yea) It was still too hard for me to realize That I needed to be through' wit you (yea) Cuz you're the reason I can't eat or sleep (yea) All the girls you runnin' through (yea) Used to be best friends, down wit' me When I'm gone, you're alone You stickin' them chickens 'til I get home When I'm home, you're wit' me Kissin' on my ass, tryna be wit' me Well it's done, this I know Seen it for myself, I'ma let you know You don't play, games wit' me But before I go, betta leave my dough Missy: I'ma fool for you (yea) But you seem to think my love's a joke (it aint a joke boo) I get no love from you (yea) Like all these times I did before I think I'll pass on you (yea) Because of the way you been actin' lately I get no cash from you (yea) If you want me to stay, you must be cra crazy Dedication It was jus a bad relation (yes it was, yes it was) When I think it cuts my insides The tears, they fall deep down from my eyes Aaliyah - Missy: Doo doo doo, doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo, doo doo doo (wha say what, uh uh uh) Doo doo doo, doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo (Da Brat) Da Brat: I want it al' from the mother****in' house, down to the dogs You trickin' off with these chickens, I thought you ain't have no flaws Keep yo dick in they jaws, Peter shoulda stayed in his draws Now I'm out the door and you cant claim me no more The loss is yours How you gonna slumber wit' a bitch I'm supposed to be cool witWent to grade school wit', couldn't pay me to believe you hit it To think I footed all the bills and now you breakin Stop accusin' me of that dumb shit I don't even participate in You wasted my valuable time there's money to make Scared to set foot in another relationship cuz of the heartache Heartbreak Hotel no not Faith, Kelly, and Whitney, no it's Brat, Aaliyah and Missy You miss me cuz we finished I'll just keep the keys to the 20 inch rim ride with the TVs in it You don't need it, beat it, it's mine Kiss my ass like your heart was in it (stupid ass) Keep stickin' them chickens Send Peter straight to the clinic nigga Missy: See I'ma give you your props tho You like a bad ass mother****er Runnin' two bitches at one time When I'm flyin' out, she flyin' in Sayin' the same shit, spittin' the same game Who the **** you think I am Willy Limpdick or somebody, forget you man That's why us bitches gonna stick together Bitch... Missy Elliott |
Take Away Take Away (Feat. Ginuwine) 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 babyy) 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, yeah yeahe yeahh) (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... Missy Elliott |
Teary Eyed Teary Eyed You're the reason I don't trust no one And I don't love no one From the places I've come Sad songs I've sung All the times I've been stung For you bring the worst out of me (Holla) And I can't down these tears I've cried The heaviness inside Left me so petrified Tried ta keep love alive But I became too tired Cuz you bring the worst out of me (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I have to say Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you, stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeee) And I compromised all my time And rearranged my life To make sure you was fine Cuz our love was on the line And I became so unkind Cuz you brought the worst out of me (You brought the worst out of me) This is (this is) how the story goes Those ones who know When its out of control You work (work) and you work (work) And sumone gets hurt And I guess that be me When I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you, Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeee) (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I can say (When I sing) Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you, Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeee) Missy Elliott |
The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly) The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly) (Feat. Timbaland) (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? Vrrrrooom (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... Missy Elliott |
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