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[Missy Elliott] Eh yo Hov, tell em, hip hop betta wake up [Jay-Z] Yeah, turn the muhfuckin music up Yeah, turn the muhfuckin music up [Verse 1 Missy Elliott] Motherfuckers betta wake up, stop sellin crack to the black Hope you bought a spare for your flat Cant accept me talkin real facts Down the hill like Janet Jack, i speak what yah weak mind lacks Yah heard that Im creative to the fullest what you talkin bout Willace cause your talkin Never kill it I hear but dont fill it, down we realest Yah just weet me in the in the village Yeah im a down diva done niva Ya'll not see her he don sqeeze into a wife beater Yep im a top leader I got the Martin Luther King fever, ima feed yah what yah teacher need to breat yah Its time to get seious Black people all areas who gon' carry us it aint time to bury us Cause music be our first love, say i do lets cherish it [Chorus] If you dont gotta gun (its alright) If yah makin legal money, (its alright) If you gotta keep yah clothes on, (its alright) You aint gotta sell yah lil phone, (its alright) And yah wheels dont spin, (its alright) And you gotta wear them jeans again, (its alright) Yeah if you tried oh well, (its alright) MC's stop the beef lets sell, (its alright) [Verse 2 Missy Elliott] Hip hop betta wake up, the bed to make up Some of ya'll be faker than a dragon make-up Got issues to take up before we break up Like Electra let go miss Selida Baker I love Jocob, the jury wont fix my place up Gotta stay up, studio nice to cake up Now check my flava, rich folks is now my neighbors I got cable, now check it how i make my paper Hip hop dont sto |
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| 3:39 |
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Eh yo Timb, you know Niggas like Dr Dre and the Neptunes and Just Blaze They should be so hot they be keepin us workin yah feel me But but that nigga R. Kelly He got one of the illest lines when he say "Is anybody feelin freaky" [Elephant Man (Missy Elliott)] Man up...yep, good to go Ele-phant Man and Missy Elliott (yeah) Ladies keep it movin (uh) Gi dem di dance now (Its like butter baby, its like butter) Buss di dance now (Its like butter baby, its like butter [x3]) Missy, Elliot Ladies windin around Tweet show dem kindly how fi do it (Whoo) Come on [Verse 1 Missy Elliott] When you hear the song, role down yah window Let the music thump yeah, thump thump thump thump Take a walk in the club, thats how i role You look so so down, so so so so Now when you step out on the scene, so fresh so clean Lookin like a wet dream, yo know what i mean Its about that, what time would that be? Wind yah waist line to the base line Slow it down now get the beat right [Chorus] Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Buss yah (oh) grove (oh) n we gon' (oh )keep it (oh) movin (oh) Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Shake shake (oh) yah body (oh) we gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh) Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Shake shake (oh) yah body (oh) they gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh) Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Buss yah (oh) grove (oh) n we gon' (oh )keep it (oh) movin (oh) [Verse 2 Missy Elliott] If you know you look good, say so say so And you dont give a [ding], hell no hell no Put yah hands in the air yeah |
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| 5. |
| 5:26 |
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Yeah!....OK! Yall know how i do it From old school rap to old school r |
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| 6. |
| 3:31 |
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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 DJ Come on DJ put that record on the replay Don't you see how them bitches move they bootay Everytime you play this record smell like coochie Follow dem' Screamin' like a groupay Misdemeanor move my nookie like a hoochay For them hatas fuck whatever you say Because you know I'm too cool for you anyway I'm just a bad bitch M I S Miss I'm gonna' keep talkin' shit till you get this I'm gonna' bust up in the club wit' no guest list Them otha' artist I keep em' all restless I don't french kiss unless it's 50 cent Vivica we can share him like the president Tabloids I don't care it's irrelevant I'm heaven sent Now watch how I do this shit oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh 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 cellabut so boy you gets no tell Kiss kiss and still you gets nowhere Just two blue balls down in yo' underwear I play unfair I'm a hot gal Hot cars and stars and strip bars And ain't hot if I'm not there I'm a true playa' You can find me up in any record store Hurry up and get chere oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh I'm really really Hot Everytime my records drop Radio says I won't stop Cus' I'm killin' em' Look let me move to the left Go head let me feel myself Touch my chest my sweat Show that DJ how I shake my breasts 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 your says Really your says I'm really really Hot Everytime my records drop Radio says I won't stop Cus' I'm killin' em' |
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| 4:49 |
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Uhhhh Ahhhh! Have you ever been in the mind of a virgin? It gets hot and curious (And ooaaa) Well let me take you there Are you ready, boy? Come on baby, strap up, cause it might get serious (uh ooaaa!) 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 (ohhhhh!) With you I might wanna spend my life [Chorus 1] 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 AAHHHHH! 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 |
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| 4:33 |
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(feat. Monica & Beenie Man)
[Beenie Man] Zaga, zaganaga, you hear she moans? Boom! (come on) [Missy Elliott] Aye yo Monica, won't you help me and Timb change dis shit up again, yea, hit'em [Monica] Ooh you turn me on, so boy don't lye I will never share you with no other bitches so don't try You all I want, like when Prince made doves cry And all I'm sayin to you is don't be cruel [Chorus-Missy] Yo baby pop, yea you, come and give me a kiss Betta make it fast, or else I'm gonna get pissed Don't you hear the music pumpin' hard, like I wish you would Now push it (awww), push it, push it real good [Monica] Don't get me wrong, that's just me, I just want you to be all you can be like in the army, Don't try to play me boy 'cause I'm nobody's fool And all I'm sayin' to you is don't be cruel [Chorus-Missy] Yo baby pop, yea you, come and give me a kiss Betta make it fast, or else I'm gonna get pissed Don't you hear the music pumpin' hard, like I wish you would Now push it (awww), 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 [Bridge-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 'cause 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 'cause 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 you bout to explode ya frontier 'cause 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 You 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 you a? [bridge-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 'cause 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 'cause one more dead now [Chorus-Missy] Yo baby pop, yea you come and give me a kiss Betta make it fast, or else I'm gonna get pissed Don't you hear the music pumpin' hard, like I wish you would Now push it (awww), push it, push it real good |
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| 9. |
| 2:52 |
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Lemme run up in this Pleasure Word get me some toys. Throw on this bald cap too so these mothafucka's wont know who I am. This Sha Shay, Welcome to Pleasure World, may I help you find suttin'? Hi, Umm Yeah, I was wonderin' if you carried the Tidal Waves, Butterflies, Bullets, Rabbits, Garold G-Spot, and Mega Blasters. Well we got all the rest of that stuff, but the Mega Blasters. We are clean out of Mega Blasters. Heather Hunter just came in here and brought the last ten. Don't ask me what she doin' with ten of em', but she came in here and brought the last ten. Mmmm Hmmmm...... Awww Damn, Ten. Yeah OK. Ummm, Well Lemme Get.... Wha-, Wha-, Wha-, Wha-... Hold Up, You-...You Missy Elliot? Cuz you look juss like Missy Elliot. You Missy Elliot? Nah, Nah, Nah, Chill, Chill Nah, Nah, ya'll got them same teeth, same lips, same hoop earrings. You Missy Elliot ain't cha? I ain't gon' tell nobody you in here girl! Antonio, don't this look like Missy Elliot? Huh? Come here, come here! Daaaaaamn! This Missy Elliot! I Told Ya! I Told Ya! Oh Shit! Can I get an autograph? Awww, Man! Come on, Come on. Take a picture by the Tidal Waves! Come on, look up, look up. Yeah, Yeah, You cool as shit man! Yeah! Look, thanks for shoppin' at Pleasure World and don't forget yo bag of TOYYYYYZZZZZZZZ! |
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| 2:50 |
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Gotta cut the music up man [Missy Elliott] AAhhhh [Timbaland] Gotta cut the music up man [Verse 1 - Missy Elliott] I'm-I'm-I'm Mi-Mi-Mi-Missy Radio play m all the time Write my own rhymes and I swear I'm fly This flow here form 83 From a to z you can't fuck wit me Me and Timbaland man I'll be damn Remember when Lyte was in love wit Sam I used to be in love wit this guy name Sam But to me oh my Gosh he was one in a million I came through cause I rock the show Wack MC's get kicked in the throat Keep on sleepin cause you think I'm a joke Uh, Uh, Uh Let it bump (Let it bump) [Chorus 2x] [Missy (Timbaland)] I'm Missy I'm-I'm Let it bump (Let it bump) I'm Missy Let it bump (Let it bump) I'm Missy I'm Missy on the microphone (Gotta cut the music up man) [Verse 2 - Missy Elliott] I'm Missy on the microphone I'm stupid fresh that's the shit I'm on {come on} Sucka MC's come new in the game Swear ya hip-hop you just a new jack swing {uh) Remember when Shantay was live on stage Shantay was live on stage Let me back that shit up For ya for ya no hip-hoppers I'm Missy on the microphone I'm stupid fresh that's the shit I'm on Sucka MC's come new in the game Swear ya hip-hop but don't know Daddy Kane This time Missy rhyme crazy though Haters wanna know my antidote Try to catch up cause ya mind is slow [Chorus 2x] [Missy (Timbaland)] [Break - Missy |
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| 3:05 |
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Hey yo, Nelly! This is fire {What you talkin' about, girl?} Let's make it hot for the clubs {Missy!} Wooooo! ["This is fire!" cut and scratched] [Verse 1 - Missy Elliott] Down South girls got them real BIG BUTTS Real big butts make ya man wanna look (OH!) Back it up, flip it up, skinny girls - eugh! Love my guts, so fuck a tummy tuck (Oh yeaaah?) Yeah! I shakes my butt I shakes my gut like "yeah, bitch what?" Yeah I likes it rough, tough Ask your man how I'm good in handcuffs Me and Nelly came to rock the club Pack the place, don't push or shove Out of the club, straight to the crib I'll let you know if the sex was good [Hook - Missy Elliott {Timbaland}] Pump it up! {Show me love, G} Pump it up! {Let me see what you working wit'} Pump it up! {Let me see those big-ass hips} Pump it up! {Pump it up} This is how me and Nelly pump it up Pump it up! {Show me love, G} Pump it up! {Let me see what you workin wit'} Pump it up! {Let me see those big-ass hips} Pump it up! {Pump it up} C'mon [Verse 2 - Missy Elliott] DOWN SOUTH PLAYERS! WE GOT THAT FIRE MADE! Get up on my booty, tutti-fruiti on the rooty I'm a thick chick, skinny girls act snooty No matter what your size, my big thighs'll do my duty Look at the way my rump shake like a movie (SAY WHAAAT?) See my tight jeans and the coochie Spend a little looty, you gotta WORK for the booty (Yup) Me and Nelly HOT ON THE TRACK (Track!) Nelly, can't no-one EVER TOP THAT (Top that!) Niggaz we came to rock the club (C'mon!) DJs better Pump It Up Motherfuckers need to back it up 'Cause we gon' t |
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| 2:52 |
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Yeah, ohhh-ohh
Yeaahhh, yeaaa I love you more then my mouth can say I'll take a flight to Kingston, any place Just to be in yo face From New York City to Japan I'll be there ba-by Just call my phone and I'll come flying On the next plane to you Never worry 'cause I'm ya woman And I promise ba-by I promise you will be my man [Chorus:] 'Cause baby it's real (real) So real (so real) Can't you tell by the look in my face, yeah Oh baby it's real (it's real) So real (so real) I hope your feeling the same 'Cause baby it's real I'll follow you right to the moon It could happen yeah Just so we can be close as cousins With my heart out to you I love you more then words can offer Pay attention ba-by I hope this never ends my lover [Chorus:] I don't want to spend a day without you I don't get tired of being by you I don't care bout the things about you Boy it's real [Chorus:] |
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| 3:59 |
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What's up motherfuckers
I need to know is V-A up in this bitch New York St. Louis Chicago Philly LA Atlanta I'm diggin' that But how about the ladies that got a head full of fake weave or braids Holla at ya peoples Oh see'mon Ooh baby let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to three Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave (Oh) Baby fix my weave Baby baby let me fix my weave On the highway I do above ninety (Woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID I met a guy named Tommy Very charming He was on me like cheese be on macaroni His game real tight making me so horny Fine enough for us to fuck and be his baby mommy You really don't know me So I moves it slowly Brush up and let him hold me Let me spit some baloney Baby you could call me If you go down on me But you got to back up off me Wearing cubic zirconium I told him baby let me fix my weave I got a hair out of place and use a fake ID Pepe LePew voulez vous ooh oui You want to misdemeanor me You gotta spend more G's (ohhwee) Ooh baby let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to three Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave (Oohwee) Baby fix my weave Baby baby let me fix my weave On the highway I do above ninety (Woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID I used to date a guy named Chris Sloppy with his kiss But he was good with his tongue I called him Mr. Young One Mr. Young One had a big ding-dong Balls the size of ping-pong I had him souped like won-ton I put the beat on And on my ass he skeet on I put the heat on young gun Fresh meat he season Yes yes we used to creep down the beach He was insane like Rick James And with a mask he's Superfreak I told him gimme cash to fix my weave And I don't want no excuses 'bout your baby mommy Cause your child support money don't fix my weave And you know nigga please me no fuck for free Ooh baby let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to three Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave (Oh) Baby fix my weave Baby baby let me fix my weave On the highway I do above ninety (Woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID I got a call from Joe He used to call me J.Lo Hey-lo how you doing Used to ask who I was screwing Joe was pursuing Sex was good all ooh-in Moan he was grown He would fuck me 'til the mo'nin' I used to get vex when he would sex another bitch Said Baby don't trip just like Ben I'm rich Jen don't bitch then Miss don't bitch Lopez get rich call me Miss Affleck I tell him baby I need a new weave Because my tracks feel whack I want to hit the party You want to play like Ben then give me your keys Cause even Jen drive a Benz to go fix a weave Ooh baby let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to three Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave (Oh) Baby fix my weave Baby baby let me fix my weave On the highway I do above ninety (Woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID To the heavy weave cities Miami Jersey D.C. the Carolinas Detroit Louisville Ohio to all the projects To the beauty salons And curling irons stitching in that (?) hair Okay oohwee yeah fix your weave Straight up like a perm you heard |
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Check it See I don't wanna say that this is the end I'll end by saying this is where we'll begin Hip-hop is a freedom of expression Not a freedom of depression Can I make my one suggestion Look at how we're labelled gangster rappers Is that their only impression, wake up Rap is a craft, art and a rap of sport Something like a game of basketball can't be taught But yet we accept the name thug, like that's fly See how they covered our eyes Give us names to separate us Sit back and watch us beef and make us hate us Say what, I'm done talking Mary J. Blige, let 'em know this is not a test I hear you calling [Mary] What you hear is not a test I'm rocking to the beat (I'm rocking to the beat) See me and my crew and my friends We're gonna try to move your feet (move around, move around) See I am Mary Blige (yes I am) And I'd like to say hello (thank you for inviting me) To the black, to the white, the red and the brown The purple and yellow (everybody) But first you gotta, oh, but first you gotta |
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