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Missy Elliott Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics ) 4 My Man (Feat. Fantasia) Spoken Fantasia: Like yo name is Missy Elliott My name is Fantasia Barrino And what I can give you Is Fantasia Barrino Holla at ya girl Shouted-Missy: 2005 Wooh! Missy - Fantasia : Wake up in the morning with my man next to me Up all night like we on that extacy Mix with that hennessy He got the remedy, yeah my nigga into me Can't say ya simply we Take a quick shower for the hour conversation Time to have relations Love making in the basement Smack it for the pressure (ooohhh yeah) One minute, two minute, I was no questions Who would ever think that I'd be giving up the goodies Walk around naked in a pair of pink footies Just like them hos at the shows Half dressed clothes, doing whatever who knows Okay (okay) Nah I only get freaky wit him No menag¨ trois, not freaky with him Its just me and my man Simply me and my man Fantasia : For my man, I'd do whatever Cause what I feel, this love it make me do things, make me do things For my man, my loves forever, my loves forever Cause what I feel, this love it won't ever change Missy & Fantasia : I'm never insecure when we're not together Even though he told me he in love with Ciara I'm from a new era and I bring terror to ay chick who check my fella when we together So he treat me like Cinderella Protect me from the storm like he my umbrella This fella deserve from a stella He be a Rockefeller, not Jay-Z and Dame But the charm on a chain He platinum (oooh) Jacob Rolly lick his Forty (He packin) He stackin, keep trackin and I'll fax em If I can't find his ass then his ass outta gas He only getting one past (Okaaay!) Cuz my man (my man) he's my man and he nobody else's Damn right I've never felt this Old ladies trying to coast us You better get focus before you ever try to approach him Fantasia : For my man, I'd do whatever Cause what I feel, this love it make me do things, make me do things For my man, my loves forever, my loves forever Cause what I feel, this love it won't ever change Missy - Fantasia : See when you in love you might have to fight Don't ever say you won't (ever say you won't) You might get real mad Wanna act all bad Act up in the street, few chicks ya gotta beat cause the disrespect Clockin ya man from his feets to his neck Uh! You gotta let her know that's a no-no Slap her real slow with her right blow Whichever way you go and keep it gangsta (gangsta) Show these bitches that aint gon (aint gon) Yank a point, blank a top, rank her I ride for my nigga and I'm happy with the trigger Scared how you figure? My man Said time again that's my man (my man) My man again, I say that's my man (that's my man!) Its just me and my man, simply me and my man Fantasia : For my man, I'd do whatever Cause what I feel, this love it make me do things, make me do things For my man, my loves forever, my loves forever Cause what I feel, this love it won't ever change Outro Fantasia : That's my man! Yes! That's my man! This love! Ohhhhh... Missy Elliott |
4 My People 4 My People (Feat. Eve) Missy: Uhh, yo This is for my mother****ing club heads, you feel me? Aaoww Missy: People, gangstas, and pimps and people Smokin that deeper reefer Up in the club wit speakers I had some base and tweeters DJ is jockin needle Sweat till I catch a fever Call me the illest diva Yo I'm on fire People go head and drink up Get in the club get ****ed 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 Missy: The party's jumpin, I see something fine Boy I wanna kiss you, but I'm just too shy Let me dance with you, let me wear you out Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out The music's bangin, way down in my soul When you dance behind me, I lose all control Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist When the music comes on, you take my breath away This is for my people, my party people This is for my people, my mother****ing people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down This is for my people, my party people This is for my people, my ecstasy people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down Missy: I'm at the bar now, and I'm buying drinks And I got this feeling, and it's all over me I wanna dance with you, and lick your face Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy The vibe is right now, and I'm bout to score Mr. DJ can you, play this joint once more Cuz I see the man I want, I want him right away I'm look him right in his face and say dance with me Missy: 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 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 dos tres Uno dos tres Uno dos tres Uno dos tres Eve: Can't stand when a nigga ****in up my plans All night liquored up while I'm tryin to dance Drunk, and his breath stink, freaky with his hands Cocky with his mouth please like he got a fan Can't stand when a bitch all in my side I don't even know her and she all up in my light Givin me the side eye like she wanna fight Philly known for boxing bitch better get it right Can't stand when a DJ ****in up the song Know I'm tryin to shake my ass all night long Cuttin up the same shit all night long High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown Can't stand when it aint jumpin like I want Bouncer try to stop my fun, take away my blunt I don't give a **** he aint gon' take away my fun See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run, uh... Missy Elliott |
Ain't That Funny Ain't That Funny Intro Missy: This is another Missy Elliot exclusive Missy: I remember when yo ass was broke, so in love wit me You were always at home, always talkin bout Loan me this, loan me that, now gimme gimme" And then ya got doe, and decide ya wanna leave Gotta few chicks checkin for ya now, huh, you forgot about me (Ain't it funny) When ya man gets money I bet you can't find him But when he come home beggin You can't deny him Where he at when you need him? (he's out lookin cute) But when he need a few dollers He know who to run to We would go out, I had to pay for everything I never had to worry about you ****in 'round You used to tell me "Yea I love ya, No one above ya" Then I bought you clothes, I made ya look like a king Then the girls started flirtin wit ya ass, huh, and you forgot about me (Ain't it funny) I'll be the one you runnin to when yo pockets is low And you outta cash flow And the chicks don't want you no mo (Beat comes back in) Be the one you runnin to When you got no mo' gas In those buses, catchin cabs And the chicks don't see you no mo... Missy Elliott |
All N My Grill All N My Grill (Feat. Big Boi (OutKast), Nicole) Uh, hit me Missy: Don't explain, you never change Same old thing, same old game Say ya want to be wit' me But show me my ring Baby, let me think I been in the cold The story untold, about to unfold How do you expect me To ever believe you want be wit' me Missy - Nicole: Why you all in my grill (Why you all in) Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills) Let me know if you will (Let me know, know) Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live) Missy: Talk is talk, and talk is cheap Tell it to her, don't say it to me Cuz I know I'm in control See Trix are for kids, and boo I'm too old Go 'head, with your games Don't ever come back to me again Where you go, remember me I'm the best thing in history Missy - Nicole: Why you all in my grill (Why, why, why) Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills) Let me know if you will (Let me know boy, boy) Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick got to live, ooh yeah) Missy - Nicole: Third time (Third time) I moved you in, took you back In my life (I was a fool) I don't know what's wrong with me Third time (Third time) I moved you in, took you back in my life (oh yeah, yeah) Missy - Nicole: Why you all in my grill (All in my grill) Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills, yeah) Let me know if you will (Let me know if you will) Cuz a chick gotta live (oh, yeah) Why you all in my grill Can you pay my bills (Ooh, pay my bills) Let me know if you will (Let me know, let me know baby, baby) Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live) Missy: If you want me, where's my dough? Give me money, buy me clothes No need for talking, have my dough Where's my money? Where's my clothes? If you want me, where's my dough? Give me money, buy me clothes No need for talking, have my dough? Where's my money? Where's my clothes? Big Boi: Aight, uh Why you all in my grill? I'm thinkin' it's time to chill Yeah, but you on a drill, though I couldn't even step out the baby blue Bonneville Cuz you be tryin' to kill my hoe, my girlfriend And people around me is tellin' me that you's a stalker Like Darth Vader takes a Skywalker I told you I was the street talker It ain't my fault you dirty your Victoria's Secret's And your Frederick's You wanted the Waldorf Astoria But instead I took you to Cedrick's, to entertain you To give you to the "G", and never claim you Me and Missy, we get it straight pissin Oh yeah, we puffin' on one of them thangs too You blamin' who? You namin' who? I know you ain't bringin' that lame crew Big Boi, they the phat sacks She pretty D, all they same, boo But I'm backed by the Dungeon Family So you can go 'head wit' all that stabbin' me Cuz I will jab thee, and slam thee And Bobby Boochet yo' ass, G Yeah, yeah... Missy Elliott |
All N My Grill (European Version) All N My Grill (European Version) (Feat. MC Solaar, Nicole) Missy: Don't explain, you never change Same old thing, same old game Say ya want, to be wit' me But show me my ring Baby, let me think I been, in the cold The story untold, about to unfold How do you expect me To ever believe, you won't be wit' me Missy - Nicole: Why you all in my grill (why, you all, in) Can you pay my bills (can you pay my bills) Let me know if you will (let me know, let me know) Cuz a chick gotta live (a chick like me, I got to live) Missy: Talk is talk, and talk is cheap Tell it to her, don't say it to me Cuz I know, I'm in control See tricks are for kids, and boo I'm too old Go 'head, with your games Don't ever come back, to me again Where you go, remember me I'm the best thing in history Missy - Nicole: Why you all in my grill (why, why, why) Can you pay my bills (can you pay my bills) Let me know if you will (let me know, boy, boy) Cuz a chick gotta live (a chick got to live, ooh yea) Missy - Nicole: Third time (third time) I moved you in, took you back In my life (I was a fool) I don't know, what's wrong with me Third time (third time) I moved you in, took you back In my life Missy - Nicole: Why you all in my grill (why you all, in my grill) Can you pay my bills (can you pay my bills, yea) Let me know if you will (let me know, let me know, baby, baby) Cuz a chick gotta live (a chick like me, I got to live, yea) Missy: If you want me Where's my dough Give me money Buy me clothes No need for talking Have my dough Where's my money Where's my clothes If you want me MC Solaar: Zigzag zigzag, oui, j'ai du zigzaguer De comète en planète ta salopette rosagué Shoot quand y'a des canettes, y'a plus d'bisou Plus d'baisers, plus d'bises, juste un biz biz de bijoux Tu veux du cling cling clinquant, ne vit-on pas Sale top du top salsa plus Merco Classe A Je braquerais les banques, toutes, tu ferais banqueroute Boufferais des casse croûtes juste pour paver d'or ta route J'jouerais à cache cache pour trouver l'cash Userais de la calache, de la tchatche, j'vendrais même du hash Solaar trip j'excède clean honnête et net T'offrira des tas d'poupées pleines de p'tites pépettes J'aurais les poches vides, portrais le même jean Lêverais mon verre à la tienne, tu diras tchin tchin T'auras tout ce que sur terre le soleil fait briller Joueras au monopoly avec des vrai billets... Missy Elliott |
Baby Girl Interlude And Intro Baby Girl Interlude And Intro (Feat. Mary J. Blige) Eh yo Mary, i need you to vibe wit me on this one, uh Uh Missy Elliot: Check it As i grab my pad and pen and begin to talk from within Oh God im hot as the water like a preacher whos sinned Im only human but The world has put me on a platform since the day i was born To only wait for my downfall but like a brick wall im too hard to brake Ok i do make mistakes but im the realest from the fake Thats why im the hardest to hate Aaliyah baby girl i've learned to love those while ther still awake Sleep Sleep And prepare a place for those who are good in the projects and hood Give to those who are misunderstood I know like Lisa, Pac and Biggie and Jay and Pun are still No1 There will be more of us to come I am a leader a teacher i gotta, like a single parent provider Put in back those hip hop dividers Like a preist with a back slider I've sinned ut i win And anyone we've lost in life from 9-11 We'll be sure to see again Mary J. Blige: What you hear is not a test, im rockin to the beat See me and my crew, and my friends were gonna try to move our feet See i am Mary Blige and i'll like to say hello To the black to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow First you gotta,first you gotta... Missy Elliott |
Back In The Day Back In The Day (Feat. Jay-Z) Brothers and sisters! Brothers and sisters, I don't know what this world is coming to!" Jigga: Whassup Missy? Timbo Missy: This is another Missy Jigga: Hip Hop Yes! Missy: Elliott, exclusive Jay-Z: Yes, uhh One for the butters, I came from the gutter No I came from my mother but y'all know what I mean Hov' is here to stay like permanent crease in your jeans Me and Missy be the new +Tag Team+ Whoomp! There It Is We like, Rae and Ghost, A.G. and Showbiz We "Public Enemy 1," our "Uzi Weighs a Ton" This is our house, run (laughing) Missy: What happened to those good old days? (Ha) When hip hop, was so much fun Ohh, house parties in the summer y'all (c'mon) And no one, came through with a gun It was all about the music y'all It helped.. to relieve some stress (Ha) Ohh, we was under one groove y'all (y'all) So much love (Ha) between North and West Missy Elliott: Go back in the day British Knights and gold chains Do the prep and cabbage patch And wear your laces all fat Back in the dayy, hey hey Hip-Hop has chaaaanged Missy: Remember when we used to battle? (uh huh) On the block (Ha) before the lights came on Ohh! Mama said we would be straight A kids (c'mon) If we did our homework, like we knew those songs Salt-N-Pepa, Rakim, and P.E. (Ha) D.M.C, and Heavy D Yes! Daddy Kane, Slick Rick too (oh ohhh) MC Lyte ("Paper Thin") opened, doors for you and me, c'mon Jay-Z: Young! J. Bizzy, let's do it again nigga Grew up the way it oughta be From day KRS-One all the way up to "Nineteen Naughty Three" To M.O.P., we "Cold as Ice" Nigga we rock it from the "Dre Day" to the Suge Knight So **** Chuck Phillips and Bill O'Reilly If they try to stop hip-hop, we all gon' rally nigga Post Biggie and 'Pac I gotta hold down the city Make a nigga wanna 'holla' like Missy, but **** it Just let a nigga MC The best rapper alive, unquestionably If you rip on your +EP+ you gonna need an +MD+ So "You Gots to Chill" cause I "Kill at Will" like solid water dude; y'all niggaz don't get it Kill at Will, solid water? Ice Cube Ha ha, that's how hip-hop has evolved Jay-Z's for President, I'm namin Ra as the National God Missy: Me and Jigga, Jigga Jay Hova I rocks the mic right whether I'm pissy drunk or sober Misdemeanor fo'-finger ringer I'm stupid fresh I've been hot since LL rocked the Kangol hat Yes yes, the yes yes, the yes y'alln C'mon aw yea aw yea Okay, me, that nigga Jigga, fresh dressed in the mornin C'mon aw yea aw yea (ad libs and whistling) Missy: I wanna, go back in, time (let's go) Feels like I, I wanna, go back in, time Feels like I (Y'all remember "Self Destruction"?) I wanna, go back in, time (Where all the rap artists got on a record together?) Feels like I, I wanna, go back in, time (I used to love them days, no tension, let's go) Missy Elliott |
Bad Man Bad Man (Feat. Vybz Cartel, M.I.A.) Intro Vybz Kartel: Yo, what some more feel like Dem know seh when dem see Missy Elliott and Vybz Kartel Dem career nuh start well, gunshot send dem to hell, forty five askel Missy Elliott: Woo haa Sak Passe? Woo woo woo ha ahh Missy Elliott: What dem do dem rude badman (Badman) Dem nuh want mi shoot badman (Badman) Tell dem, dem be one dead man (Badman) If dem boy play badman Smash di place, smash di place, smash di place, smash di place (Woo) Smash di place, smash di place, smash di place, smash di place (Ha) What dem do dem rude bad gal (Bad gal) Dem get shot dem play bad gal (Bad gal) Body drop dem not bad gall (Woo) When dem stop gimme pop bad girl (Ha) Knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out Knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out Missy Elliott: Drums Woo Drums Vybz Kartel - Missy Elliott: Like a nozzle plus a hippie, yeah, Vybz Kartel and Missy, yeah Playa hater punk a get kicked until dem dizzy If yuh real badman nuh fraid fi buss gun (Woo) When mi a come up don't stand up just run Mi mek blood stain fi get a custom (Blocka blocka) First serve to first come (Ha) AK rifle this mi long gun Magnum four four caliber mi hand gun One shot shift dock couple plane land down (Ha) Bulletproof buss up like a condom General real badman, we a di general real badman Decorated with hearts of metal, we have a hand that's made of metal General real badman, we a di general real badman Decorated with hearts of metal, we have a hand that's made of metal Missy Elliott - Vybz Kartel: Yes! Smash di place, smash di place, Woo (Forty five askel) M.I.A. - Missy Elliott: (Ho!) Some bad mi nuh like to play Dem nuh worry mi when they say They nuh like mi mi nuh like they I be wilder than Tim McVeigh **** 'em all and that's what I say Now I see that it ain't easy Everyone plays a part in our day Humpty Dumpty we need every piece play Some people are rude on the low though They gonna get shook to the floor (Woo) Some people are rude on the low though They gonna get hurt lot more (Yes) Some people are rude on the low though Gonna get hit to the floor (Drums) Missy Elliott: Ha Fire baby Outro Missy Elliott: Dem nuh want test I dem die, bwoy mi know I dem try Smash it up see mi nickel plated nine Buck dem buck dem straight to mi eye Buck dem down, buck dem down... Missy Elliott |
Beat Biters Beat Biters She's ah uh uh bitch Yo I'ma tell yall straight up and down It's like this for real, it's goin' down like this foreal She's ah bitch Tell 'em I'm sick of yall fake Timbaland beat bitin', you know what I'm sayinI'ma bring it to yall like this By all means necessary You might catch me somewhere stickin' yo baby daddy They say oh "Missy you wack" but yall not ready Cuz I come back like a smack You hear my gats in yo back blat blat blat Huh, like spaghetti Half of yall MCs be stinkin' like boobetti So your record label cut you off like confetti They you wanna call Missy and beg me, who ooh beg me beg me Dag I'm very scary Burn a whole club down like I was Carrie Give a boy French kiss, he wanna marry See yall jealous tricks, yall cannot stand me Ooh, that's fine and dandy Hey daddy-daddy Why these chickenheads, ooh they be so petty Hey nah nah nah, you best not test me I keep tellin' you nah you never ready Nah you never ready Get rowdy Let me hear yall loudly Keep my high niggas 'round me Let me see yall work it and work it till yall can't stand up Get rowdy Let me hear yall loudly Keep my high niggas 'round me Let me see yall work it baby, work work it baby What In the club, I see niggas They think I'm super fly, they blow me sugahs so I cut them short like some scissors they trying to take me home, they give me liquor You know who Iam, I'ma bitch Do you know what I make, filthy rich Do you know what this means, gotta gat I thought you was a freak, never that You see me on the road, when I stroll I float through the toll, like whoa (beep beep) You just a silly hoe, this I know You be at every show, for the dough, hear me now Yo, this is Timbaland Callin' from the Matrix yall And this how we do it Yo Missy, tell 'em how you feel, what Beat biter, dope style taker, originator Or just an imitator Stealin' our beats like you're the one who made 'em Timbaland's the teacher and I'm the one who grades 'em Check the verbatim, F is how we rate 'em How dare you make 'em, jus like we made 'em And I wont play 'em, and I won't say 'em Save this for later, so I can tell you straighter Now see this one right here ooh This is for everybody ooh This is for my people east ooh east, west, south East ooh west, south ooh But you know what before I get up on outta here ooh I gotta say one thing to yall beat biters ooh It's 'bout to be the year 2000 ooh you know what I'm sayinAnd I'm kinda sick of that kack kack kack kack ficky boom ficky boom That kack kack kack kack ficky boom ficky boom That kack kack kack kack ficky boom ficky boom That kack kack kack kack ficky boom ficky boom On everything yall gotta come up with Yall own creativity, yall own originality, yall own style You know what I'm sayinHeh, you gonna be left behind this time Aight ain't no love lost All need you to do is stop beat bittin! That was Missy Now this is Timbaland signin' off from the Matrix You heard that Shh... Missy Elliott |
Beep Me 911 Beep Me 911 (Feat. 702, Magoo) Timbaland: Say what, say what? Say what, say what? Say what, say what? Missy, bring it in Missy: Why you played on me? Wasn't I good enough for you? (Wasn't I good enough) All those other girls you've been with Can't do like I do (Do, do) Gave you all my dough When you needed it all the time And if you planning on leavin' me again Then give me a sign (Say what, say what) [702] [1] - Beep me 911 Or call me on my cell phone I'll call you back To see what you gon' tell me You don't wanna date No if's ands or waits It's over babe Beep me 911 Or call me on my cell phone I'll call you back To see what you gon' tell me You don't wanna date No if's ands or waits It's over babe Missy: Why you cheatin' on me? Can you tell me what I've done I thought you was the one But you just a hit and run Gave up clubs and parties I put them aside (I stopped going to all the parties) Left me in the dark with no kind of sign (Why don't you give me a sign) All my friends say I can do better than you (Say what, say what) Maybe they was right Cuz I feel like a fool (Fool, fool) But I can't let you go Until you take some time To tell me why you left me without A God damn sign (Say what, say what) Timbaland: Magoo, Magoo Magoo: Type of nigga' made built to last Look homegirl I pump like gas wind Get ya friend and ya girl and them My sex drive workout like a gym can Was the girl that I used to hit You the girl that I got to quit See the kitty cat Gotta gold it like a light In the night you the freak I'm out wit Don't bite No diggity, who took you out No doubt when I first got down Made the bro' shout Look out, make it live Dip and dive, stayin' alive Shoot me sugar, there it is Now we talkin' square biz I'm leaving you without a reas(on) What I steal, but a kiss What you think, I'm hen pecked? Girl, get yo mind checked Take the time, recollect I just gave you disrespect Timberland: Ahh Like that? Like that? Beep me 911 baby Uh huh, uh huh Uh huh, uh huh Uh huh, uh huh Uh huh, uh huh Say what? Say what? Misdemeanor, 702 What cha'all gonna do fellas? Don't beep them 911 Don't beep them 911 Don't beep them 911... Missy Elliott |
Best Friends Best Friends (Feat. Aaliyah) My best friend say She sick of me cryin on the phone Tellin how the Men are doggin me My best friend say Don't tell her nothin bout me can you girl She ain't showin me no sympathy My best friend say If she was me she'd let you go long long time ago My best friend say My best friend say I'll be there I'll still be there for you In your time of need You can lean on me Come on I'll be there for you I'll be there for you In your time of need You can lean on me Come on I'll be there for you My best friend say I can stay with her At her house no doubt any time I like My best friend say Don't let you ruin my life Cuz you don't do for me And you don't act right My best friend say If she was me she would let you go long long time ago My best friend say My best friend say... Missy Elliott |
Bring The Pain Bring The Pain (Feat. Method Man) One two three four five six seven eight nine!" (Chuck D) Are we on the air?" (Beat from Method Man's original "Bring the Pain" starts playing) Missy Elliott: Uhh, uhh ((Ha) Uhh (Ha) uhh (Ha) Uhh, this is uhh, a Missy Elliott uhh, exclusive Uh huh woo Missy: And I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Ooh baby, what's your name? (Ha) I love the way you're spittin the game You made me change from thinkin all guys the same You the type of guy I wanna marry in months Got exactly what I want (Ha) And ain't no fakin the funk Your attitude is funk and you're makin me crunk (c'mon) Missy singing: Yes it's real baby Got me so crazy Light my fire dirty Like the way you serve me Stimulate my body Crunk just like a party Ohh, you won't be sorry My papi, I'm yo' mami Missy: I'm in your life to come and let you explore (Ha) And take you on a tour The kind of guys that be talkin that noise Is the reason I ignore (Uh ha) And you the one I wanna take to MEET MOMS He's a rap superstar" (Uh ha) I wanna be the one, you like I'm sure to do you right Method Man + Missy: Is it real hon, if it's really real (let's chill) Maybe pop an X pill (how does sex feel?) Come and get your next thrill (you the raw deal) Yo I'm sayin if your man won't (Mr. Meth will) That's amore', all day, mind over matter And my forte' is foreplay, sex on a platter Have it your way, then who, serve you everything on the menu And all that freak shit that you into Sweet lady, you drive me half crazy Maybe, we can go half on a baby (on a baby?) Poppa got a brand new bag Hidden in the stash of his brand new Jag Lovely, kick your shoes off and get comfy We can bump uglies if you ain't got your monthly Yes I, like "American Pie" Tell 'em M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-Y Missy: M-E-T-H-O-D, Man M-I-S-S-Y, I am I came came to bang bang the boogie I see you lookin to bang out my nookie You want my cookies I baked for you rookies Work hard they want me to bang bang and stick me If you want my nookie you got to come quickly M-E-T-H-O-D is ya wit me? Mr. Meth: is ya wit me? Missy Elliott |
Busa Rhyme Busa Rhyme (Feat. Eminem) Missy,Slim Shady Eminem: Well I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled And pop the same shit that got Tupac killed Spit game to these hoes, like a soap opera episode And punch a bitch in the nose, til her whole face explodes There's three things I hate: girls, women and bitches I'm that vicious to walk up, and drop-kick midgets They call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward Stick figure, with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg Comin through the airport, sluggish, walkin on crutches Hit a ****in (pregnant chick) in her (stomach) with luggage It's like a dream I can't snap out, I black out, and back out I'm lookin for someone "of" to beat the crap "out" I'm bringin you rap singers two middle fingers I flip you off in French, then translate in English Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and come back Speakin so much Spanish, Pun can't even understand it Missy: Won't you busa rhyme for me boy Slim Shady Shady: Yeah Missy: Won't you busa rhyme for me boy Slim mother****in Shady Shady: Yeah Missy: Won't you busa rhyme for me boy Slim Shady Shady: Yeah (Missy) Won't you busa rhyme for me boy Eminem: I had a huge attitude, started off staticky Mad at you, had you mad at me automatically (one more time) I'm not a commodity, I'm an oddity Who oddly enough developed himself a Halloween following It's so big, if I counted up all the freaks who follow me I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an apology College girls, live in an alcoholic's world Full of earl, head twirls every time the toilet swirls *flush* Covered in throw up, and I refuse to grow up I won't budge,I still tell a grown up to shut up (Shut up) I made this rap game suspenseful, cause now I got a impulse To give you insults wrote with a pencil (bitch) And waste the paper on you, choppin down the oakwood Cause everything that you wrote in your notebook was no good And as long as I stay in the studio and keep cuttin You mother****ers are puttin your words together for nuttin Missy: Won't you busa rhyme for me boy Slim Shady Shady: What's the deal? Missy: Won't you busa rhyme for me boy Slim mother****in Shady Shady: Yeah who? Missy: Won't you busa rhyme for me boy Slim Shady Shady: What's the deal? Missy: Won't you busa rhyme for me boy Missy: Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily What you want what you got is it hot? (Is it hot?) Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily What you want (yo) what you want (yo) ahh uhh yo A person from another planet might disagree with you Well if you want my opinion, it comes from right here on Earth Eminem: Slim Shady Misdemeanor Timbaland Slim Shady Misdemeanor I'm homicidal, and suicidal with no friends Holdin a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both ends Sprayin tecs at you until you see your ****in legs With the bullet holes and the exit wounds layin next to you (Ahh) ****in mad dog, foamin at the mouth **** mouth, my whole house, is foamin at the couch Jumped out of the 93rd floor of a building And shot every window out on the way down to the ground (Keep filming) Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed, chopped em in half Suffocated the oxygen mask Shit if I get any higher, I'ma get the East and West beefin again Slide back to Detroit and stand in the crossfire Missy: Y'all better call the police 'fore I kill this track Don't shoot Missy Get back Uhh, I'ma put you all in the line Uhh, and I'ma watch you MC's die Yo mommy, mommy, Missy done lost her mind! I think somebody done pissed her off this time! Yo, I'ma have to bust you through your chest and Uhh, you will have to clean up the mess (uh huh) It's rainin rainin and it's pourin loud Never fear, cause pissy Missy's through the crowd Uhh, I hear the gats go cha pow Who shot me damnit? Bitch get down Don't walk when I talk,I never talk when I smile (uh huh) Lay em on down, like they lived underground (uh) For the sound, that me and, Timbaland, we found Get your ass, kicked later, or get your ass, kicked now Uhh one,two Misdemeanor, Slim Shady Timbaland, mother****er Uhh uhh uhh Cool, cool, cool Triple zero... Missy Elliott |
Bus A Bus Interlude Bus A Bus Interlude (Feat. Busta Rhymes) Busta Rhymes: Eh hee eh hehehe, ehehehehe Yes indeed, yes indeed out this mother****er Back with the right foot steppin in first and the left foot steppin in after I go by the divine attribute, of Bus A Bust Down Some'n Otherwise known as Busta mother****in Rhymes out this bitch Yknahmean? Cause when I'm in the spot Rapping: I let a bitch start kissin up And muh'****ers love the way that I be pissin up on muh'****ers, muh'****ers need to chill, Relax What they need to do is listen up, muh'****ers Talking: So as we begin, to get you addicted To the shit, that's "So Addictive" Make sure you got your peoples witchu You know one of your peoples, that stay sober You know to make sure you get home safely Cause we about to take it there muh'****ers Miss E, 'Misdemeanor' Elliott Soooo Addictive... Missy Elliott |
Busta's Intro Busta's Intro (Feat. Busta Rhymes) Ay yo yo yoyo yoyoyoyo Ay yo yo yoyo yoyoyoyo Ay yo yo yo yo Ay yo Missy I just came out here a hour and twenty five minutes On one of them Gilligan island shits of New York and Virginia Word up!to visit your ass,and you playin' shit like this up in my ears. What the **** you think you doin' thinkin' I ain't gonna get on this mutha ****a before I bounce. Yo check this out,let me hit you with this real shit real quick Missy. One shot baby just let me do my shit for a minute on your shit. Check it out. Ah hahahah! I continue to disreguard all of ya'lls opinian Ahah Blast your whole ass into oblivian,eheaha,makin' New York with Virgin akins. Eheh,this shit be baggin',eheh. If you disagree,Uhah!,before I smoke this,and get a little drunk and a Little pissy,when I finish my music Ima make all ya'll mutha ****as miss Me! See who is he,that girl right there who is she? It's Busta Ruhmes and Missy,niggaz when ya come around Missy don't act Like a ****in' sissy. No chicken headz allowed here,no time for the kissy kissy,and when they Askin' who is he? I be Busta Ryhmes the pheneminal of get busy,strictly major Effected,ya'll niggaz know the drilly,we gettin' money togetha,trackinstacks and then countin' em Ya'll niggaz stay tuned for the rest of my homegirl Missy's album Word up Flip Mode is the mutha ****in' squad! Busta Ryhmes commin' in right here with this quick lil' drop on ya. Ah yo ya'll niggaz stay focussed Keep ya eyes and ears on this Fulfillin' shit,Missy be numba one! Blossumin',like beautiful flowers on ya'll mutha ****as! Stay Tuned... Missy Elliott |
Can You Hear Me Can You Hear Me (Feat. TLC) Aaliyahs mother: This is the information for For where you can send the flowers Its for Aaliyah Ill give you the phone number in case you need it Ok we'll see you Take care of yourself I love you Bye bye Missy: I been checkin on your moms and dad And your brother since the day you left Passed on and went away with God But for your mom its been So damn hard I hate to even hear her cry Aaliyah she asked me why Would a baby girl go this way Can you give me better words to say One day she'll see you again With the same old beautiful smile Long hair and the voice of a hummingbird You'll be singing them same old songs Aalyiah can you hear me I hope that you're proud of me Me and Tim we been doing our thing But Its never been the same Since you had to go I aint never met a friend More incredible TLC: I know you in real good hands With God but damn I miss you Aayliah if you see Left Eye will you tell her That me and Boz miss her too Cuz no ones gunna fill her space TC L not replace Yall the reasons we learned to love Fly high with your 22 doves One day we'll see her again With the same old beautiful smile Crazy but sexy cool She'll be rapping them same old songs Lisa can you hear me We hope that you're proud of us TLC has come along way But its never been the same Since you had to go Cuz the healing process will be long and slow Aaliyah I know you in a safer place You face to face with the creator And our maker And if you and Left Eye happen to chat tell her Me and Teone we know that she much safer If you see Biggie Smalls up in the clouds tell him Hes still the illest MC we had around 2pac there is only one Big Pun RIP we say one One day we'll see yall again With the same old beautiful smiles All styles so many styles And yall be doing the same old things The last time we seen ya We hope yall can change the world Let them see how short life be It would never be the same since you had to go To the music world yall are incredible... Missy Elliott |
Can't Stop Can't Stop Missy Elliott: Rich Nice Woo C'mon Sıck Uh huh Yes woo Holla I be thinkin 'bout that big O The way you used to rock it to me nice and slow You used to do it 'til my back felt broke You used to say give it to me I'd say no You used to talk that kinky shit up in my earrrs And you would buy me pink pretty under wearrrs And I would moan cause you would make me feel nice And you would make me feel like makin love twice What I'm sayin, you the man, I'm in love And I like when you do it rough Hey shorty I can't get enough Can't stop, won't stop call me Puff Hold me down to the ground, pick me up Now move it 'round, break it down, hold up Scream loud, black and proud, let's **** Nine to five, do it live, sho' nuff I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good I like it cause you raised in the hood Uhh, you put your back into it I tell you no, change my mind, then I do it You cute, you fine, you fire I'm the boss, do the job, you hired Heather Hunter must of got me inspired To work for hours, fall asleep, get you tired cause I can't stop thinkin 'bout you Or the way you do what you do With you I can not lose I put it down like some brand new shoes I can't stop thinkin 'bout you The way you do what you do With you I can not lose Now let me put it down scratched: I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good scratched: I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good (Yes) scratched: I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good Missy Elliott: He wan' take me to a ho tale, see if it's good If the nigga sm ale, when I put it down He like oh yeahurr Taste like apples and a bag of pears Right here, right dere, everywhere To the bed, to the kitchen, in the wooden chair He like to hear me moan like mmm yeah Boy's in the zone and I don't care Sittin on his lap, pullin on my track He piggidy piggidy piggidy piggy my back In fact no slack, damn he the mack He ain't got to work me like dat scratched: repeatedly, I'm the boss scratched: I'm the boss, do the job, you hired scratched: I'm the boss, do the job, you hired Missy Elliott: What I'm sayin, you the man, I'm in love And I like when you do it rough Hey shorty I can't get enough Can't stop, won't stop call me Puff Hold me down to the ground, pick me up Now move it 'round, break it down, hold up Scream loud, black and proud, let's **** Nine to five, do it live, sho' nuff... Missy Elliott |
Click Clack Click Clack Music Wooo When I walk up in the club, they be pushin Misdemeanor got that ice that keep'em lookin(Uh huh) Crop top, drop tops on my Phantom, mang. They be trippin' and them haters just pussies. (Woo) Feelin' on me, feelin' on me like a pornstar, I drive a fast car, still shave my chocha. (Uh huh) Get the cash, get the cheddar, get the beans mean, (Uhhh) Ching a ling, bling bling, my money real green Who dat? Who dat? Player better fall back, Step back, player better fall back. Click Clack, cock back Semi-automatic track Drink a lot of Similac, Shorty better fall back. (Woo) I fall down, get up then I gotta dust it off (Uh-huh) (Say you got to dust it off?) Yeah, I quickly dust it off. I'm off the wall, I do brawl, don't stall Yes it's on, Said it's on, I can't be cloned You can call me Mike Jones. 305-212-804, My cell (Woo) Y'all must be dumb as hell If y'all think that is my cell. Hotel, motel, Holiday Don't play round the way, OJ Yeah, I'm so icey. (Aah) What them haters say? Misdemeanor OK. (Uh) Call me foreplay, Position more than 40 ways. (Uh huh) Like a chocolate glaze, I'm hotter than a summer day. Stingray, Sugar Ray, Knuckles all up in your face. I block a block a, Straight jocker, Matter fact, a face snapper. Money stacker, no slacker, Hit rapper, gun strapper. I click, click hear my Click click. 2 snaps, you hit, then I click click. I make cash, pay them bills, I pay them bills that buy new wheels. I wear high heels, I touch and feel, catch me in your man grill. My record deal, my movie deal Is super sick sick. I click click, and if you doubt me then I Click click. (Uh huh) Smack them boys, I will destroy Hit, hit, straight down and split split ya boy. I kick kick like Karate flick flicks You get your ass bit, Don't make me have to Click click... Missy Elliott |
Crazy Feelings Crazy Feelings (Feat. Beyonce) Missy: I was in love That's what it was when I met you In love And no one could ever talk about you But it sucks, so many lies and alibis In love Beyonce and Missy: Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Beyonce: So in love I just didn't see the wrong you did In love But now that I know I can admit It was love that made me a fool, a silly fool In love, oh crazy Missy: You was always in my face, all the time Even with 20 & 20 vision, I couldn't see you lie You was always in my face, all the time Even with 20 & 20 vision, I couldn't see you lie... Missy Elliott |
Dangerous Mouths Dangerous Mouths Uh, 3000 baby, uh huh, ooh, raunchy, raunchy Good riddance, to niggas and bitches bullshittin I house MC's like baths and full kitchens, ready or not Doc,hood lynchin, icey flows, I wrtie with wool mittens Its two not one, Missy dot dot com, come once in the blue like free hot lunch So once its on, turn it up, chickens flockin in Shoppin at birds are us, murderous, don't blame me, blame the music I write with napalms in my hands, flame the fuses, like ca psss, off you go I'm nice battin, I practice when the park is closed I'm that man who squats out of jeeps and vans Jump to roof to roof on the TV cam, I **** a model I go out with the cheapest tramps, pussy have me trippin Like Kima, Keisha and Pam, I remain cool like, like open hous on a school night Animal House gettin thrown out for food fights, PPP strictly don't give a **** An Brick City niggas strictly don't give a **** Let me intervene, come between, like dick through your jeans Hang down to your knees, its mwa the don wan, carry on, D.A.N to the danger Y'all MC's in a whole lot of danger, change up all your rhymes you need beats My beats you see completely unique, forgive thee See its the shots of Henessey thats in me, Reggie Noble through after me It takes two to tingle, and two to **** I done ****ed in Range Roves to Isuzu trucks,used to move weight Now you makin moves to duck, built solid without bolts, screws and nuts Pussy tight jiffy lube it up, Doc came up, hoes use to hang up Now my arm close hang up, my crew is deeper than Karl Kani pockets We don't buy bullets, we ask what size rockets, for thee occasion One shot will have you ravin', like Symone when the four four is blown Two minutes later I'll make it hotter, snap you from the vine To my um blada a boom glada So what you wanna do, what you wanna do Yo I got the chicken, the brew taken next, an much room Def Squad in the house Drop you drawers, tell your boyfriend ease up, and park his car I'm from the south you better watch your mouth, Its the M.I The S.I, if you try then you die, I don't take no mercy on you suckers so Would you still be in love baby, if I cut your throat, cut the jokes I ain't got no love for yo, no friends with those, who imitate me ya bold My style I own, I'ma have to steal your flow, you know me Joe I gotta say no more, bitch Thats right nigga, Its Misdemeanor here, Redman, Timbaland uhh Mutha****a! 3 triple zero, the Matrix baby, uhh, I'm out... Missy Elliott |
Dats What I'm Talkin About Dats What I'm Talkin About (Feat. R Kelly) Missy: Uhhhh Ahhhh! Have you ever been in the mind of a virgin? It gets hot and curious (And ooaa) Well let me take you there Are you ready, boy? Come on baby, strap up, cause it might get serious (uh ooaa) Now there will be some heat and some friction Don't get alarmed cause I'll put ice just to chill the night (I'm just being polite) And I want to see if you're into it Intimate kisses and huggings so sentiment (ohhh) With you I might wanna spend my life You make the freak come up out me Dats what I'm talkin' bout Go 'head like it's my birthday Dat dats what I'm talking bout You make me say oooaa 'til I can't speak Dats what I'm talkin' bout Baby dat-dats what I'm talking bout Dat dats what I'm talkin' bout You don't know just what you do, yea Dats what I'm talkin' bout When I'm rocking, slow dance with you Dat-dats what I'm talking bout Cause you put chills on my arm when we kiss, yea Dats what I'm talkin' bout Baby that-that's what I'm talking bout Dat dats what I'm talking bout.. Alright R. Kelly: Now all I wanna do is, baby Is make your dove cry and make your body scream like Aaahhh Bet your bottem dollar Can make you believe that you can fly (Yea) Well, one hit of this sex weed Guaranteed to get you high Like a mutha for ya (No, baby) You won't even know what day it is Cause after I come from downtown Girl I'ma wanna go another round, yea Until you tell me carrisley stop Put it like this It's like fresh up out the kitchen The way I got your oven so hot, mama I'ma hit from the back, and the front, then the side, then bounce it up And down like this And baby, everyone gonna say you're a pimp Cause I'ma have ya walking with a limp You make the freak come up out me Dats what I'm talkin' bout Go 'head like it's my birthday Dat dats what I'm talking bout You make me say oooaa! 'til I can't speak Dats what I'm talkin' bout Baby dat dats what I'm talking bout Dat dats what I'm talking bout You don't know just what you do, yea Dats what I'm talkin' bout When I'm rocking, slow dance with you Dat-dats what I'm talking bout Cause you put chills on my arm when we kiss, yea Dats what I'm talkin' bout Baby dat dats what I'm talking bout Dat dats what I'm talking bout Missy: Sex me, like me Kiss me, hold me Touch me, feel me Do me baby, yea Cause Sex me, like me Kiss me, hold me Touch me, feel me Do me baby, yea (R. Kelly: This is the greatest bridge I ever heard) Alright Yea, Fo shizzle my nizzle You sho nuff the dizzle And that's on the rizzle, ooo Boy, you feel me sizzle (feel me sizzle) So sweet helped me do almost anything... Missy Elliott |
Dog In Heat Dog In Heat Gimme that funk, mmm Funk, mmm yo gimme that Funk sho' nuff that Funk Yo, yo Beware of the dogs, off the chain **** your whips at the club we piss in the parkin lanes Blow it up ten frames so you see it wide If your broad ain't ****in she don't need to ride beat it She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside by the spare, she hungry I'll feed her fries Cause I'ma, dog nigga, shot call nigga My shotgun talk with a lecture hall scripture Applaud ahh bitch, shake that ass I getcha, drunk and high and duct tape that ass fast Then leave you on your daddy front lawn ding dong with your hair all ****ed up, with one pump on Get stomped on, I take the money and run I'm a dog, shit I **** right in front of your son If you ain't got Missy and Meth want me to spit the hot shit for you? Nigga, write your check When you come home from work, I'm gon' make you do more work Pour some wine in the cup, sip sippin on sizz urp Ohhh ohhh now we gon' make love to and in ya Slide, wanna take a ride When you with me oh so right, tell them boys not tonight Say you chillin witcho bitch and this is one y'don't wanna miss Uhh uhh.. cause this love right here is on fire fire Slide, wanna take a ride I love it boy when you play this song Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin me on You keep me growlin like a dog in heat Hey wodie put it down make me sleep for weeks You on the block layin low, from the cops layin low When you done let me know cause my love make you be like Whoa Ohhh ohhh cause I got yo' mind in the trenches Slide, let's take a ride Baby come give me some hey wodie ain't no other one can shine on my life and make me wanna stay the night Mmmm mmmm cause you put butterflies on my stomach Slide, baby won't you slide Yo yo I wanna gangsta Boogie with my gansta bitch Love it when the pussy talk back thanks to dick All my dogs woof playin the wall, get at these broads You ain't got no ass-at'all, we ain't ****in wit y'all I'm not your smooth lovin, see me at Casbah thuggin Hands where your Stove Top be stuffin Never catch Tical hand cuffin, I'm in your party puffin Smellin like that Wu Tang production Cousin tried to tell me pussy come a dime a dozen And when it come around I'll beat it down like percussion Missy come and get me, I'm bout to call Doc We can all meet up at Peanut's, I heard it was the spot Somebody roll the weed up, push the car lighter, kick your feet up Saturday Night, who got the Fever? Brought the flavor, of indonesia Puff puff give type procedures and this joint bumpin out your speakers I'm gonna take you high to the top and let your body not reject me babe I'm gonna make you really love me I'm gonna make you scream don't stop But you must first respect his lady You must respect this lady... Missy Elliott |
Don't Be Comming (In My Face) Don't Be Comming (In My Face) You never know a good thing till I'm gone You spending many, many nights home alone You won't be seing me around your way No, No And if you don't get it together Baby I can't stay Don't be commin' in my face Tryin to tell me you love me You shoulda thought once or twice Sacrifice and make it right It's the thing that you do Make me not love you Go this way and you'll see Get no other love like me You never know I'm for real till I leave And when I pack up my clothes don't be calling me You won't be seing me Anymore No, no Cause when I'm long, long gone I won't be back in this door To my east side people to my west side To all my bitches who sat home crying Over these niggas and over these fellows Shake em off like Jello To my east side people to my west side To all my bitches who sat home crying Over these niggas and over these fellows Shake em off like Jello I used to stick closer to your side then a beeper Till you smoked that cheaper reefer Now you loony as fita, cheddar Don't say a word Yep I got tha word Yeah I heard it from a little bird Now I'm out the door My four four You don't know? Get your bags and your things take the door Don't take this shit no more When you leave You can leave out the back door Missy Talking: ****er Stupid niggas Who always think they can play somebody Ya'll know who ya'll are Tryin to run about 3-4-5 women at one time Now you wanna come back all in our faces Tellin me how much you love me and all that bullshit Whatever man **** you Alright, I'm out... Missy Elliott |
Don't Be Cruel Don't Be Cruel Beenie Man: zaga, zaganaga, U hear she moans? Boom (come on) Missy Elliott: Aye yo Monica, won't U help me and Timb change dis shit up again, yea, hit'em Monica: Ooh u turn me on, so boy don't lye I will never share you with no other bitches so don't try U all I want, like when Prince made doves cry And all I'm sayin to U is dont be cruel Missy: Yo baby pop, yea U, come and give me a kiss Betta make it fast, or else I'm gonna get pissed Don't U hear the music pumpin' hard, like I wish U would Now push it (aww), push it, push it real good Monica: Don't get me wrong, that's just me, I just want U to be all U can be like in the army, Don't try to play me boy cuz I'm nobody's fool And all I'm sayin' to U is don't be cruel Missy: Yo baby pop, yea U, come and give me a kiss Betta make it fast, or else I'm gonna get pissed Don't U hear the music pumpin' hard, like I wish U would Now push it (aww), push it, push it real good Talking Missy: Now, now, now wait a minute ya'll, this is for all the fly sexy people, so when I say get out on the floor, go to the floor, dance I said Beenie Man: Gala (yea) Run to me one and only bed, (yea) Run man, run get ya rag (yea) Girls if ya holla give me head, Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now (yea) Run to me one and only bed, (yea) Run man, run get ya rag (yea) never know me ever like that Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now Beenie Man: Drop dem shings and let's get busy girl, Hold on tight and don't get dizzy girl Sorry for ya dizzy, got me on I be fizzy or a kizzy, Just woke up in my bedroom wizzy, While ya on break let yo kitty air, Like magic song at 3rd, like a pier Girl U bout to explode ya frontier Cuz I got to direct this, a poonany engineer See ya kno ya can olly wa Early heard I came here wit cha, Don't be mockin,ya not ordering me chalk U got to learn a lesson, not a walk in the park, yo Let's show'em how to punk dem out Max'em out like mercurtic kwa I'm talkin bout let me date me a frog Burn U a ? Beenie Man: Gala (yea) Run to me one and only bed, (yea) Run man, run get ya rag (yea) Girls if ya holla give me head, Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now (yea) Run to me one and only bed, (yea) Run man, run get ya rag (yea) every last said Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now Missy: Yo baby pop, yea U come and give me a kiss Betta make it fast, or else I'm gonna get pissed Don't U hear the music pumpin' hard, like I wish U would Now push it (aww), push it, push it real good... Missy Elliott |
Friendly Skies Friendly Skies (Feat. Ginuwine) Missy: Yeah A little slow jam Kiss me Hold me The weatherman says it's gonna be Cold tonight Whatever man Whatever whatever whatever whatever whatever Whatever man you wanna do I'll be the pilot Don't miss your flight I'm stewardess of the plane Feel the turbulence and maintain Please refrain stay in your seats Until we reach the game I'm stewardess of the plane Feel the turbulence and maintain Please refrain stay in your seats Ginuwine: Take me higher Let's just go for a little Joy Ride Whatever man Whatever whatever whatever whatever Let's stay Buckled up And let's make love Across the friendly skies I'm passenger of this plane I feel the turbulence I maintain I will refrain Stay in my seat Till I reach the game I'm passenger of this plane I feel the turbulence I maintain I will refrain I stay in my seat I want you (I want you) Baby, I want you (Baby you know I want) I really really wanna (****) you Sho nuff wanna (****) you I want you Yes I do (I want you) Baby Baby, I want you (I know you know what I want) I really really wanna (****) you I really wanna (****) you Sho nuff wanna (****) you Sho nuff wanna Is there anything that you want Is there anything that you need Call on me (Ginuwine) Call on me (Ginuwine) Is there anything that you want Is there anything that you crave Call on me (Ginuwine) Cuz I'm a passenger of your plane Yeah Electronic Voice: Missy fly with me Missy fly with me, fly with me Missy drive with me Missy drive with me, drive with me... Missy Elliott |
Funky Fresh Dressed Funky Fresh Dressed (Feat. Ms. Jade) Intro Missy: This is a Misdemeanor exclusive If your radio is experiencing any kind of difficulties Turn the volume up Yes, turn the volume up Yes, turn the volume up This is an exclusive (Turn the volume up) Missy: It's very necessary, on the contray No you do not scare me, is you drinkin' Bloody Mary? But shit, you betta hurry, before I have to bury My attitude is bitchy, cuz my period is heavy I used to drive a Chevy, put twenties on that baby My nigga was the shit, but then that stupid nigga left me And now I'm lovin' Larry, but Larry go with Terri And Terri is a freak, but it's his baby she will carry The life he live's a fairy, cartoon like "Tom and Jerry" My flow is legendary and your style is temporary Yeah, you need to worry, like Jason, it gets scary The words that I spit don't fit in that category Is my vision blurry? My speech is very slurry Me without Tim is like Jamaicans with no curry And yes, it's necessary, so hurry, nigga, hurry Cuz when this album drops, you whack MC's will all get burried Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Missy: Your style's very crummy, that's why you have no money You always looking bummy, I don't care if you don't love me Don't try to come before me, unless you are a dummy Repeat, you'll lose your teeth and I would hate to call you gummy Rainy or sunny, battle no way, honey This is not a game of Hide and Seek, go call ya mummy It's about get so ugly, and I'ma keep y'all runninHiding from me, cuz you know you are weak You ain't sayin' nothin', I keep it jumpin' jumpinIn your Kenwoods, I'm bumpin' sumthin' in ya trunk'n You can say I'm buggin', cuz when I come out bustin That's why y'all be discussin' who I like and who I'm ****in BreakTimbaland: C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon Fickidy, uh, uh, uh C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon Ms. Jade: I had a little homie named Paul Revere Smokes blunt after blunt, guzzled 40's of beer He used to swear up and down every first of the year He was gon' quit smokin', but he never did Watch y'all huskey, it's about that time Gettin' ready for the club 'round quarter til' nine Couple bottles of hypnotic in the back of the ride Might spit like a girl, but I hit like a guy Me and Missy ballin' up the avenue Funky fresh dressed to impress, we mackin' dudes Music biz only reason I ain't jackin fools You know bullshit walk and stackin' rules Shit keeps drawin', the streets keep callin Drink til' I'm nice and uh, uh uh, on'n I'm bad luck, y'all mad cuz y'all suck Please do not try to **** with young buck Please do not try to **** with young buck... Missy Elliott |
Get Contact Get Contact (Feat. Busta Rhymes) Missy: When I through my uh in it I split it Mess around, make you ask who did it Forget your pride go admit My stank butt make you wonder who shitted Whoa there kitty Got a fitty from the city got a minute now I'm chillin (Talk to me now) No time you silly Fakin me like you Milli Vanilli When they play this in the club they go nuts Sweat all night 'till it smell like must So Busta whats to discust? I don't know but boy whats up (Throw it up, throw it up girl) Boy you pretty I got a bitty from the city and my hair looking pretty Oh you didn't No bullshit and you gonna get it Busta Rhymes: Yo, I'm a get it and give it to all y'all Hopin' you niggas is ready for another free fall Overall niggas need to get up off the wall If they wanna brawl Missy give me a call Yo, not at all everytime I raid the rift Before we bust yo' ass better plead the 5th Shut your mouth you niggas talk to much in my house Me and Missy lets get this money thats what I'm talkin about Then you come nigga wanna be down Shootin' your load I hope you know we got the rebound Real quick break fool know we blow your mind Off the hook nigga fix your telephone line When we come through tell me what you gonna do Give me my money quick so then I can thank you Word is born you knowin' I only get better Everytime supafly dangerous elements get together She's Mrs. Supafly He's Mr. Dangerous And if you bust then they gonna bust And one of us gonna have to duck Missy: When I play this in my jeep you'll see How this beat, rumble under my feet (Under my feet, yeah) Go ahead, you cute If you cute then I get cute too Go ahead Missy I got many so many men I got plenty (What what) I ain't kindin, dance alone why don't you come dance wit me When I bumped this one the left they go deaf Bust yo ear drums until none left (Till none left) Whoa there Busta, they don't like us, they don't love us well **** em Oh you silly you don't kill me you don't feel me, boy you illin We ain't dealin If no drinks then we ain't chillin Busta Rhymes: Yo Miss Supafly let me hit me and Missy we gonna get all up in it All in a minute get wit it When I was young gettin' babysitted A nigga blow the spot up make you ask who did it Contact everytime I touch a track Freak out wiggle your funny bone and bounce back yo Nigga see me in the back (Who dat?) You don't know my name I'm knowin mother****er (True dat) You wack you better improve your shit When I bounce on beats lyrics might abuse your shit Make music so I can lose your mind So hide when I finish make you wanna press for wine Nigga see the DJ cuttin' it up Bringin' it back rippin' the track you know we ****in it up Got you suckin it up My nigga chill out, make you ill out And watch all of the Moet spill out... Missy Elliott |
Get Ur Freak On Get Ur Freak On Head banger (Hit me) (Hit me) (Hit me) (Hit me) (Hit me) it's that sum new shit And its sum new shit And it's sum new shit And its sum new shit Missy be puttin down I'm the hottest round I told ya mothas (urrr) Y’all cant stop me now Listen to me now I’m lastin twenty rounds And if you want me (hippaah) Then comon and get me now Yes İs you wit me now Yes The bige bige bounce Yes I know you dig the way u I swi swi switch my style Holla People sing around Yes Now people gather round Yes Now people jump around Go Get yo freak on Go Get' yo freak on Go Get' yo freak on Go Get' yo freak on Go Get yo freak on Go Get yo freak on Go Getcha getcha getcha getcha Get yo freak on Go Who’s that bitch People you don’t know Me and timberlain' been high since 20 years ago Yes What the delio Now what the drilio Yes You wanna battle me then (peeepahh) let me know Yes Holla Got the feelin’ son Let me throw u some Yes People here I come Yes Now sweat me when I'm done We got the radio shook like we got a gun Quiet Shhh Hush yo mouth Sound is when I spit it out In yo face Open yo mouth Give u a taste Holla Ain’t no stoppin’ me Copywritten so don’t copy me Y’all do it sloppily And y’all cant come close to me Yes I know u feel me know Yes I know u hear me loud Yes I scream it loud and proud Yes Missy gon’ blow it down Yes People gon’ play me now Yes İn and out of town Yes Cause I’m the best around Yes Wit the crazy style Bitch needs time shit... Missy Elliott |
Get Your Freak On (Remix) Get Your Freak On (Remix) (Feat. Nelly Furtado) Missy Remix with Nelly Furtado Come in and I landed (repeated in the background) Missy: Nelly Furtado Come in and I landed (repeated in the background) Nelly: She's a freak and I'm a cheif head banger with the top down low on the flow cause your so fresh (fresh) like boys with vests like runners' carved chests ? hehehehe I run like the breeze to catch this life but sometimes get a need til I bleed! There's truth, I go, there's around, I will tell it A story, on the planet Missy come in and I landed Well where did she come from? This international goddess sun so get your hands up like this hun until the party's just begun So come over to my house and that's where this song's from a less for the laugh from west coast version portugese diva! And Missy's the woman who always be cooking, says somethin' for Neltado who come dip her vibin from DC to DJ and all around the world come giddy up giddy up back back up to my girl! Missy: UN get ur freak on [repeated] Get (scatted) Get ur freak on! Missy: Who's that bitch? Nelly: Me me! Nelly Nelly Nelly Furtado all in your stereo I'm pumpin louder please don't tell me you don't like the flow You got the means to put down so lemme step it yo Missy: It's a original flow, people better lay low, stick you up like velcro cause me and Nelly say so Nelly: I'm doin how we do some strange loose thing and crew Because my fire springs your head round right Missy Missy: Get ur freak on! (repeated) Get (scatted) get ur freak on! Get (scatted) ahhhh! Missy: They want dance, Everybody gettin freak deaky want dance, grab your partners tightly by the ass and want dance, move your body swiftly to the beat and want dance! They want dance, they want dance! Everybody crunk in the club they want dance! Everybody hot and on the block they want dance! Everybody gettin freak deaky want dance, they want dance Both: Get ur freak on! (repeated) Get (scatted) get ur freak on! Get (scatted) yeah yeah! ahhhhh... Missy Elliott |
Gettaway Gettaway (Feat. Nicole, Space) Close your eyes Visualize Space and I verbalize You chastize But can't stop my enterprise Put your rhymes in a line Put your raps in a stack I'll break you and your singer like Jinga I mean um I spit like knee On you this tight thing Space nine enferno One verbs be frightening And for the sword fights tonight My entourage is in camoflauge Remove your mask Let down your visage But don't slip up Cause when I was in my ship That's when I get ripped up The whole world **** it G S E committee Got your panties shitty Click you sick Callosso with itty bitty Space and Missy Sip my style till your pissy Virgina bitch galactic I be writing, writing, writing rhymes everyday Don't you say no more you don't want to battle Said I'm writing rhymes, writing rhymes everyday Don't you say no more you don't want to battle Mama, Daddy, you ain't, ready Act like you know me Fly, as friends be Sizzling, I'm chilling Man, you twisting You sissy, you dis me You wish we was ****ing tight Auntie, Papa, Smoke lala Hallah, fala, don't bother to swalla This bottle of remmy, got plenty Of weed So give me, give me, give me, give me, give me, please See's, no one, fly like these Bees from over seas, we scratch our knees Please, little one, please You know my rhymes get tight When I smoke all night (chorus comes in) We high tech like Timbo's Slap faces of dirty hoes NYMBA Dirty combo when we play Swirl like the milky way Deep like my black hole I oppose, to expose Chemical gases up your nose Fade away like ozone Quazars, moves and shit Hey yo Missy, where da clip? I think I need a hit Shitty bees up in da place Wanna be down with whoever Be all up in his face but aint even on the level I pull your wig back Let of steam like nasty pools That heat be to hot Melt down, now up in pot Count down, 3-2-1, lift off Now over tize, Venus we circlize And mars we tantalize Comatize like Hale Bopp Smoking trees non stop Then I send a televize from satelite on Nightline Yeah, wouldn't you like to get away To the moon We shine like stars Lock down like metal bars My style is a one in a million I flow on and on and on My rhymes give you a really good feeling All day long... Missy Elliott |
Go To The Floor Go To The Floor Mama say, Mama san, Mama can you do dis. Talking like you bad is when you just knew dat is. Everytime I come out ya'll be like who dat is Be more like Ashanti and be Unfoolish You don't really want to break it with me You wear Dada, I sport the Fendi My Lamborghini against your benzi Dirty diamonds in your ring see mines cling cling cling Ding ding ding ding ding ding da ding ding I used to get so high they called me Ming Lee Spiked up my hair don' look like Don King Hatahs keep on hating cause them don't worry we Dem no worry we or me and timothy M.I.S.E. slimed out my body e e Bang bang to the boogie ooh wee Playah keep on playing watch me do my duty Go to the floor (now tell me what you want) Grab me a drink (now what you gon' do) I came to shake, shake my booty down, down to the beat. Brrah Stand on the chairs (and dance like who) Dance like the freaks (and what you came 2 do) I came to shake, shake my booty down, like the 40. Brrah I'm underated, glad i made it, independant, operated I neva hesitaded hatahs kept me motivated Da beat is penetrated, i'll let timmy regulate it and we lay dead in the shade to drink a glass of lemonaded Damn i'm faded, ain't no other way to say it ain't that complicated Ain't no other chicks gon' neva make me feel invaded I keep dropping hits like water breaking 2 centimeters and i'm dialatinRadio be patient ooh ssh come on check my translation. From my observation, my fans is real patient. They don't wanna hear da lies so stop faking cuz you greazy like bacon, keep my stomach aching If you wanna battle let there be no more delayinI hope you did some praying cause when i come swayinPop shu pop pop pop yeah! Sometimes i flow sometime quick It was on the verge of kissing ass so slick I'd be on the verge of making hits after hits It's dat kind of shit dat tell your mamie don't forget Go to the floor (now tell me what you want) Grab me a drink (now what you gon' do) I came to shake, shake my booty down, down to the beat. Brrah Stand on the chairs (and dance like who) Dance like the freaks (and what you came 2 do) I came to shake, shake my booty down, like the party. Brrah Everybody, move your body now do it Here is somethin' that's gonna make you move and groove Hey DJ keep playing that song all night On and on and on (on and on and on and on and) Now is the niggas ova there Bitches right cheaYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! All night long i hope you all came prepared. It's 5:00 and we ain't goin no where Aah yeah, Oh wee Now will the guys with cash choose me. Aah yeah, Baby I got a man i ain't seen lately. Go to the floor (now tell me what you want) Grab me a drink (now what you gon' do) I came to shake, shake my booty down, down to the beat. Brrah Stand on the chairs (and dance like who) Dance like the freaks (and what you came 2 do) I came to shake, shake my booty down, like the party. Brrah... Missy Elliott |
Gossip Folks Gossip Folks 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 ****in' 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 peace I ain't gotta even speak Im a bad mamma jamma god damnit mutha****a You aint gotta like me I aint sweatin these hoes Need to talk, what ya know Stop talking bout who Im stickin im lickin You just mad it aint yours I know yall poor Yall broke Yall jobs just hangin up coats Step to me get burnt like toast Mutha****a adios amigos ah ha, pose pose I don't brag I mostly boast From the VA to the LA coast Izzy Kizzy Lizzy Go 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 mutha****as ass "Did you see it?" Im drippin these curves Skuurrt Did ya heard? my lova's, my fellas my furs Ah I fly like a bird Chickenheads on the prowl Who you tryda **** now know 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 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't 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 lend a hand So he went about his business 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 the booth smellin like Burberry cologne Still ride the chrome Got bitches 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 live loud like timmy Had to clear these rumors I got a headache 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 clip (yaa) yahh 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 fo' real I know I don't 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 fools! You think I aint knowin yall broke Milli Vanilli Jay Jay fan wannabes aint over here gossipin' bout me? Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents or your lights wont get cut off You saggy 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... Missy Elliott |
Hit 'Em Wit' Da Hee Hit 'Em Wit' Da Hee (Feat. Lil' Kim) Uhh Missy, yeah B.I.G. Ha ha, yeah, I like that Lil' Kim: Uhh, it's the Q to the B to the double E, spittin' lovely And it don't stop, rocks shine through my tank top Where your bank stop, I deposit all the one drops (ha) Think not, excuse me but uh I like to flow Cause this joint knocks harder then Indicot and I be off the wall like the Lox, nightbox filled with Benjamins Me and my girl Misty gettin' pissy up in Bennigans Makin' all of you rappers begin again, like Fennigan Christians repent then sin again, girls wanna be my friend again Lay up in my crib up wit', get up in my linens and While Misdemenor hit notes like Sarafinna, I subpeona you To my funk grooves see, I hit you wit' the huhhh! She wit' ya with the heee Missy: It wasn't your car that had me all in love with you (you) Cause I've got my own ride and a trunk full of tunes (tunes) I drive through your hood And I hit 'em with I hit 'em with the hee I hit 'em with the I stop 'em with the haaa (I stop 'em with the haaa) Let's drink to you and me, let's drink to you and me Meet me at the bar, heee haaa heee haaa Missy: It wasn't your money that had me all sprung out (sprung out! sprung out sprung out) Cause I got my own account and my bills in large amount Aye hey hey I drive through your hood I hit 'em with the hee I hit 'em with the I stop 'em with the haaa (I hit 'em wit' the hee, I hit 'em wit' the ha) Let's drink to you and me, let's drink to you and me Meet me at the bar (you can meet me at the bar) Missy: Long Iced Tea slurp me swiftly, meet me at the bar What's up star? we know who you are Shit, no shit I thought you hadn't noticed The way I roll this Dutch, the way I roll this Dutch Niggaz love my style too much (ha ha) Duck, here comes the shot Bang Bang plllrr Drop, me and Timbaland like haaa we takin over blocks Like a one billion bitch march I hit em with the heee I hit em with the haaaa I hit em with the hee I hit em with the haa I stop em with the haaa (hee hee ha) I hit em with the heee I hit em with the haaaa I hit em with the hee I hit em with the haa Meet me at the bar (meet me at the bar) Tell me where the party at, where the party at toot toot (You know what I'm sayin', we about to be out like this) Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot (for the year 2 thou, uh huh me Timberland remember me) Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot (Lil' Kim, none of ya'll, none of them wanna **** with us) Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot (yeah we out nigga) Missy Elliott |
Hot Hot Missy: This is an old school Missy exclusive Look I ain't on no ra ra shit You dont wanna test how far Miss get Me and Tim's cars got kits But we don't drive around trying to prove you shit Everyone trying to be that bitch But there can only be one bitch, make hits I know I must make y'all sick Cuz Everytime I spit you beg to quit I used to drive a six And now I drive a mercala gold and shit On the plush gold seats to sit And I own my own click Man I must admit And my S is it Misdemeanor have you seen she the best it get And those who try to test this chick Where they at right now in peace restinin If you broke Just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin up ya ass is some smoke See we rich folks, we buy boats And you is a broke bum nigga that's for sure I know you broke just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin' out ya is some smoke Cuz rich folks we buy boats And you is a broke bum liar that's for sure Yeah boo you know you a joke Wear a fake Rolex, call it a Ro Claim you down with so and so Ya whack on whack, bows I came to throw I might just let you mop my flo Here my autograph take this flick to go (Cheese) Miss don't say no moCuz you know what I do And you know what I know And I dont think so You dont wanna lose a arm or elbow If ya broke man just say so Cuz that bentley that you renting Man its got to go Back to the black man sto Along with ya weave cop a new afro Why you wanna make Miss stoop so low But if you try to test me I just check ya slow If you broke Just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin up ya ass is some smoke Cuz we rich folks, we buy boats And you is a broke bum nigga that's for sure I know you broke just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin' out ya is some smoke Cuz rich folks we buy boats And you is a broke bum liar that's for sure In old school we used to call out names But I ain't tryin' to get y'all all my fame My credit card gonna bring ya pain To know ya bank account just don't change No need to wreck ya brains Trying to see who Missy gon' slain I roll solo not with a gang Don't carry guns kick ass wit a chain Don't let me say it again Don't carry guns kick ass with a chain (Whassa) Like a chinese man Reverse it (ti esrever) Know what I'm saying If you broke Just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin up ya ass is some smoke Cuz we rich folks, we buy boats And you is a broke bum nigga that's for sure I know you broke just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin' out ya is some smoke Cuz rich folks we buy boats And you is a broke bum liar that's for sure... Missy Elliott |
Hot Boys Hot Boys This is for my ghetto mother****ers Uh hey, are you really a hot boy? Oh, check me 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 cook boy, I'll give you more I'mma fly girl, and I like those Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin' Lexus jeeps And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin' cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin' Jaguars And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin' hardballs wit' them Platinum Visa's Is that your car, the SK-8 Are you riding alone, can I be your date Come get me, gimmie, don't dis me, don't trick me Got some friends, can they come too Can you hook them up wit' some boyz like you A hot boy, a rock boy, on top boy And I like those Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin' Lexus jeeps And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin' cheaper, wit' them Platinum Visa's Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin' Jaguars And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin' hardball wit' them Platinum Visa's Yo, I'mma dig in yo' pockets Dig in yo' wallets Is there money unfounded Yeah, you got my heart poundin You a hot boy, drive a drop boy With alot boy, and you tote a glock boy Give me no reason, I know that you treatin These diamonds I'm needin', make you believe it I want alot boy, with a hot boy Got a fun toy and you tote a glock boy Hot boy Baby you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin' you like endlessly Everyday all day Hot boy Baby you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin' you like endlessly Oh, yes I will Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps And the Lincoln jeeps, and the Bentley's And the Jaguars, and the fly cars Where you at? Where your Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps And the Lincoln jeeps, and the Bentley's And the Jaguars, and the fly cars Where you at? Yeah yeah, yeah yeah Hot boyz, hot boyz I'm out Hot boyz, I like 'em like that... Missy Elliott |
Hot Boyz Hot Boyz (Feat. Lil' Mo) Missy: This is for my ghetto mother****ers Uh hey, are you really a hot boy? Oh, check me Lil' Mo: 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 cook boy, I'll give you more I'mma fly girl, and I like those Missy and Lil' Mo: Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin' Lexus jeeps And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin' cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin' Jaguars And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin' hardballs wit' them Platinum Visa's Lil' Mo: Is that your car, the SK-8 Are you riding alone, can I be your date Come get me, gimmie, don't dis me, don't trick me Got some friends, can they come too Can you hook them up wit' some boyz like you A hot boy, a rock boy, on top boy And I like those Missy and Lil' Mo: Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin' Lexus jeeps And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin' cheaper, wit' them Platinum Visa's Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin' Jaguars And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin' hardball wit' them Platinum Visa's Missy: Yo, I'mma dig in yo' pockets Dig in yo' wallets Is there money unfounded Yeah, you got my heart poundin You a hot boy, drive a drop boy With alot boy, and you tote a glock boy Give me no reason, I know that you treatin These diamonds I'm needin', make you believe it I want alot boy, with a hot boy Got a fun toy and you tote a glock boy Missy and Lil' Mo': Hot boy Baby you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin' you like endlessly (Everyday all day) Hot boy Baby you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin' you like endlessly (Oh, yes I will) Missy: Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps And the Lincoln jeeps, and the Bentley's And the Jaguars, and the fly cars Where you at? Where your Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps And the Lincoln jeeps, and the Bentley's And the Jaguars, and the fly cars Where you at? Lil' Mo': Yeah yeah, yeah yeah Hot boyz, hot boyz (I'm out) Hot boyz, I like 'em like that... Missy Elliott |
I'm Moving On I'm Moving On Missy: See, I had to make a record that Give thanks to my Lord Savior in Jesus Christ A lot of people are quick to criticize me For the kind of music I sing but See they don't change the belief Hat I have an God, yaknowhatI'msayin? Cause when my friends forsake me Who's there to listen to me without complaining? Nobody but Him, uhhh Singing Please don't judge me Cause I'm not perfect (I'm not perfect) And please don't judge me if I'm not in church on Sunday I'm movin' (I'm movin' on) And I'm pressin' (I'm pressin' on) To the other way (To the other way) Ohhhh (to, higher, ground) I'm pressin' (I'm movin' on) I'm movin' (I'm pressin' on, yea) Tooooo (to the other way) (To, higher, ground) Missy Elliott |
I'm Not Perfect I'm Not Perfect (Feat. The Clark Sisters) We've been through things, feels like we've been to hell and back And the ones you've lost, I'd give my life if I could bring them back (bring them back, I'd give my life) And your self esteem might be low from what people say (keep holding on) Hold your head up high, I promise it's gonna be ok (ay, oh hey) I'm not perfect just like you (I'm not perfect) So come on let me give you a hug (come on let me give you a hug) I got problems just like you (I got problems) So don't nobody sit here and judge (just like you) I'm not perfect just like you (we're gonna stick together) So come on let me give you a hug (let's stick together) I got problems just like you (woo, ooh, yeah) And everybody needs some love When you're feeling bad, some friends they can't be found (look around, look around, be found) Cause some people love it just to see you when you're down (down, yeah) But it's ok, pick yourself up, start over again (that's what you gotta do) If you try you will, you will succeed in the end (the end, I know you will, oh yeah) I'm not perfect just like you So come on let me give you a hug (come on and let me give you) I got problems just like you (I got problems) So don't nobody sit here and judge (oh, yeah) I'm not perfect just like you (no, no, no, no) So come on let me give you a hug (come on and let me give you a hug) I got problems just like you And everybody needs some love Shake a hand, shake a hand y'all, come on (oh shake somebody's hand) To every woman, every man y'all, come on (oh, to every woman, every man) Tell a friend, tell a friend y'all (ooh, shake a hand with someone) Cause united we stand y'all (united we stand, by body we fall) I'm not perfect just like you (I'm not perfect, I've been through some things too) I'm not perfect just like you I'm not perfect just like you (ohh) I'm not perfect just like you (ohh) Ohh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... Missy Elliott |
I'm Really Hot I'm Really Hot Oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh I'm,I'm,I'm,I'm,I'm really,really Hot,Hot,Hot,Hot,Hot 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 **** 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 I'm really,really hot Everytime my records drop Radio says I won't stop Cus' I'm killin' em 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 celibate so, boy, you gets no tail 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 playaYou can find me up in any record store Hurry up and get chere Look,let me move to the left Go head, let me feel 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 street 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 Really ly ly hot hot hot Really ly ly hot hot hot... Missy Elliott |
I'm Talkin I'm Talkin Nigga, waz up? You think you tough, I'm fly shit Has a bitch, dope as **** Sho nuff I'm guaranteed, no diggities Fight you like the ****ing enemies You would think there's ****ing ten of me When I'm sending these Blows, blows, hoes want to roll like hydro When I suck Timbaland's bone like you (barking in the background) Fido, I go Scoop Lil' Kim Me, she, her, them and him Gets high in a tunnel They see my Lexus comin They hear the bass rumblin They come quick, they come quick Like a dick, I make myself sick I'm so mother****in bad to the bone Like my titties are full blown My style of rappin, my style I'm such such a good rapper, I'm such such a good rapper I give you good and plenty, yeah yeah My styles the bomb diggy, my style My style of rappin I'm such such a good rapper, I'm such a good rapper I give you good and plenty hmmm hmmm My style the bomb diggy I'm calling your cards like Sprint Can't be me, can't see me I'm low like Timb, ladies and gents Dogs, cats and babies Whoever but my style I hope you croak from the rabies Swayze,maybe I call your name Ain't that a ****ing shame I'm too high for that I'm great like the dane Mane on main If you decide to put your hands On my ****ing light Like the ciggarettes I light You must burn, you better learn From the pro Who rock shows after shows When it rains it pours I hurt like the cold souls My style polishes like nails and toes You know, know You beg to be put on like cats Nigga know who I am Now you want to sing and dance You want to shake your stanky ass Well I'm sorry Sam God damn, ou ain't family You hounding me, pounding me With the same old story You bore me Lordy have mercy on all these groupies Sorry cutie Why you go and shake your bootie? Cause there's only one Lil' Kim The triple beam, the misdemean Nigga queen, whoomp, we Tag Team So hot we melt like ice cream Without the dick riding Dreams of smoking a California blunt I got the lyrics to make you feel it What you want nigga? I'm talking about my style I am the flyest then RZA now I'm talking about my style Let me tell you about Missy's style Hey Timbaland be talking more shit And Lil' Kim be talking more shit Da Brat be talking more shit Busta Rhymes be talking more shit 702 talk shit And Aaliyah talk shit Ginuwine be talking more shit And I be talking more shit And Total be talking more shit Maganoo and St. Nick we be talking shit Jimmy talking shit too We out... Missy Elliott |
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