Missy Elliott Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics )

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 22:21

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

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 22:23

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

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 22:25

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

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 22:27

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

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 22:30

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

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 22:31

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

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 22:36

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

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 22:40

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

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 22:43

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

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 22:45

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

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15.11.08, 22:23	#2 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	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 mothering 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

15.11.08, 22:25	#3 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	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

15.11.08, 22:27	#4 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	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

15.11.08, 22:30	#5 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	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

15.11.08, 22:31	#6 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	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

15.11.08, 22:36	#7 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	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

15.11.08, 22:40	#8 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	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

15.11.08, 22:43	#9 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	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

15.11.08, 22:45	#10 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	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

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