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from Missy Elliott - Miss E... So Addictive (2001)
I know some of y'all sick of songs y'all be hearin on the radio-
ohhhh (ohhh!) So me and Timbaland gon' give that shit you never heard before (shit you never heard before-ohhh) It's like drinkin liquor or weed or X whatever does you the best My beats, are so (sooooo) addic-hictive C'mon get krunk with me See if you're ridin down the street and you're bout to roll that shit up You don't need drugs or weed Oh nah you ain't smokin that stank shit up in my car Get your feet off my dashboard C'mon get krunk with me Oh yeah you wanna get krunk though? Well pop this CD in right here and take a hit of me My album is so, addic-hictive My album is so addictive {*echoes} Man bump this ballad shit |
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from Missy Elliott - Miss E...So Addictive [Amended Version] (2001)
I know some of y'all sick of songs y'all be hearin on the radio-
ohhhh (ohhh!) So me and Timbaland gon' give that shit you never heard before (shit you never heard before-ohhh) It's like drinkin liquor or weed or X whatever does you the best My beats, are so (sooooo) addic-hictive C'mon get crunk with me See if you're ridin down the street and you're bout to roll that shit up You don't need drugs or weed Oh nah you ain't smokin that stank shit up in my car Get your feet off my dashboard C'mon get krunk with me Oh yeah you wanna get krunk though? Well pop this CD in right here and take a hit of me My album is so, addictive My album is so addictive Man bump this ballad shit |
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from Ciara - The Ciara Mini Collection (iTunes Exclusive EP) (2009)
Ladies and gentlemen
This is a Jazze Phizzle Productshizzle "Missy", The princess is here "Ciara" This Beat Is - Automatic, supersonic, hypnotic, funky fresh Work my body, so melodic, this beat rolls right through my chest(ya) Everybody, ma and papi, came to party Grab somebody,work ya body, work ya body Let me see you 1,2 step Rock it, Don't Stop it Everybody get on the floor Crank the party up We about to get it on Let me see you 1,2 step I love it when you 1,2 step Everybody 1,2 step We about to get it on This Beat Is Outrageous, so contagious, make you crave it jazze made it So retarded,top charteed, ever since the day I started Strut my stuff and yes I flaunt it Goodies make the boys jump on it No I can't control myself Now let me do my 1,2 step Rock it, Don't Stop it Everybody get on the floor Crank the party up We about to get it on Let me see you 1,2 step I love it when you 1,2 step Everybody 1,2 step We about to get it on We gone drop it like this It don't matter to me, we can dance slow Whichever way the beat drops our bodies will flow So swing it over here Mr. DJ And we will, we will, Rock you It don't matter to me, we can dance slow Whichever way the beat drops our bodies will flow So swing it over here Mr. DJ And we will, we will, Rock you I shake it like Jello, make the boys say hello cause they know im rockin the beat i know you heard about a lot of great MCees But they ain't got nothin on me Because Im 5 foot 2, i wanna dance with you And Im sophistcated fun, I eat fillet minon Im nice and young, Best believe im number one Rock it, Don't Stop it Everybody get on the floor Crank the party up We about to get it on Let me see you 1,2 step I love it when you 1,2 step Everybody 1,2 step We about to get it on Rock it, Don't Stop it Everybody get on the floor Crank the party up We about to get it on Let me see you 1,2 step I love it when you 1,2 step Everybody 1,2 step We about to get it on This is for the hearing impared A jazze pha production - |
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from Ciara - Goodies & 1,2 Step [single] (2004)
Ladies and gentlemen
This is a Jazze Phizzle Productshizzle "Missy", The princess is here "Ciara" This Beat Is Automatic, supersonic, hypnotic, funky fresh Work my body, so melodic, this beat rolls right through my chest Everybody, ma and papi, came to party Grab somebody,work ya body, work ya body Let me see you 1,2 step Rock it, Don't Stop it Everybody get on the floor Crank the party up We about to get it on Let me see you 1,2 step I love it when you 1,2 step Everybody 1,2 step We about to get it on Outrageous, so contagious, make you crave it jazze made it So retarded,top charteed, ever since the day I started Strut my stuff and yes I flaunt it Goodies make the boys jump on it No I can't control myself Now let me do my 1,2 step Rock it, Don't Stop it Everybody get on the floor Crank the party up We about to get it on Let me see you 1,2 step I love it when you 1,2 step Everybody 1,2 step We about to get it on It don't matter to me, we can dance slow Whichever way the beat drops our bodies will flow So swing it over here Mr. DJ And we will, we will, Rock you It don't matter to me, we can dance slow Whichever way the beat drops our bodies will flow So swing it over here Mr. DJ And we will, we will, Rock you I shake it like Jello, make the boys say hello cause they know im rockin the beat i know you heard about a lot of great MCees But they ain't got nothin on me Because Im 5 foot 2, i wanna dance with you And Im sophistcated fun, I eat fillet minon Im nice and young, Best believe im number one Rock it, Don't Stop it Everybody get on the floor Crank the party up We about to get it on Let me see you 1,2 step I love it when you 1,2 step Everybody 1,2 step We about to get it on Rock it, Don't Stop it Everybody get on the floor Crank the party up We about to get it on Let me see you 1,2 step I love it when you 1,2 step Everybody 1,2 step We about to get it on |
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from Missy Elliott - The Cookbook [Amended Version] (2005)
Like yo name is Missy Elliott My name is Fantasia Barrino And what I can give you Is Fantasia Barrino Holla at ya girl 2005 Wooh! 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 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 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 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 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 Jacob Rolly lick his Forty 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 Cuz 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 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 See when you in love you might have to fight Don'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 Show these bitches that 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 again, I say that's my man Its just me and my man, simply me and my man 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 That's my man! Yes! That's my man! This love! Ohhhhhhh! |
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from Missy Elliott - The Cookbook [Explicit Version] (2005)
Like yo name is Missy Elliott My name is Fantasia Barrino And what I can give you Is Fantasia Barrino Holla at ya girl 2005 Wooh! 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 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 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 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 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 Jacob Rolly lick his Forty 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 Cuz 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 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 See when you in love you might have to fight Don'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 Show these bitches that 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 again, I say that's my man Its just me and my man, simply me and my man 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 That's my man! Yes! That's my man! This love! Ohhhhhhh! |
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from Missy Elliott - The Cookbook [Explicit Version] (2005)
Like yo name is Missy Elliott
My name is Fantasia Barrino And what I can give you Is Fantasia Barrino Holla at ya girl 2005 Wooh! 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 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 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 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 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 Jacob Rolly lick his Forty 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 Cuz 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 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 See when you in love you might have to fight Don'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 Show these bitches that 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 again, I say that's my man Its just me and my man, simply me and my man 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 That's my man! Yes! That's my man! This love! Ohhhhhhh! |
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from Missy Elliott - Miss E... So Addictive (2001)
Uhh, yo
This is for my motherfucking club heads, you feel me? AAAAOOW!! 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 fucked up See me you got get lucked up Someone to touch your rubber Show me some love, strip off your clothes, and take off your socks The party's jumpin, I see something fine Boy I wanna kiss you, but I'm just too shy Let me dance with you, let me wear you out Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out The music's bangin, way down in my soul When you dance behind me, I lose all control Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist When the music comes on, you take my breath away *This is for my people, my party people This is for my people, my ecstasy 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, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down I'm at the bar now, and I'm buying drinks And I got this feeling, and it's all over me I wanna dance with you, and lick your face Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy The vibe is right now, and I'm bout to score Mr. DJ can you, play this joint once more 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 * Repeat Freak that, come here baby, grab it 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 it 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... Can't stand when a nigga fuckin 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 fuckin up the song Know I'm tryin to shake my ass all night long Cuttin up the same shit all night long High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown Can't stand when it aint jumpin like I want Cats that try to stop my fun, take away my blunt I don't give a fuck he aint gon' take away my fun See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run, uh * Repeat |
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from Missy Elliott - 4 My People Pt. 1 [single] (2002)
Yo, this is for my motherfucking club heads
You feel me? Yeah People, gangstas and pimps And people smokin' that deeper reefer Up in the club with speaker, I had some base and tweeters DJ is jockin' needle, sweat 'til I catch a fever Call me, 'The Illest Diva', yo, I'm on fire People, go head and drink up Get in the club, get fucked up See me, you got get lucked up Someone to touch your rubber Show me some love, strip off your clothes And take off your socks The party's jumpin', I see something fine Boy, I wanna kiss you but I'm just too shy Let me dance with you, let me wear you out Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out The music's bangin' way down in my soul When you dance behind me, I lose all control Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist When the music come on, you take my breath away This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down I'm at the bar now and I'm buying drinks And I got this feeling and it's all over me I wanna dance with you and lick your face Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy The vibe is right now and I'm 'bout to score Mr. DJ, can you play this joint once more? 'Cause I see the man I want, I want him right away I'm look him right in his face and say dance with me This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down, get on down This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down Freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back Baby, you the mack and you know that Put the needle on the track Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back Oh, freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back Baby, you the mack and you know that Put the needle on the track Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres Can't stand when a nigga fuckin' up my plans All night liquored up while I'm trynna dance Drunk and his breath stink, freaky with his hands Cocky with his mouth, please like he got a fan Can't stand when a bitch all in my side I don't even know her and she all up in my light Givin' me the side eye like she wanna fight Philly known for boxing, bitch, better get it right Can't stand when a DJ fuckin' up the song Know I'm tryin' to shake my ass all night long Cuttin' up the same shit all night long High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown Can't stand when it ain't jumpin' like I want Cats that try to stop my fun, take away my blunt I don't give a fuck, he ain't gon' take away my fun See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down, down This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down |
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from Missy Elliott - 4 My People Pt. 1 [single] (2002)
Yo, this is for my motherfucking club heads
You feel me? Yeah People, gangstas and pimps And people smokin' that deeper reefer Up in the club with speaker, I had some base and tweeters DJ is jockin' needle, sweat 'til I catch a fever Call me, 'The Illest Diva', yo, I'm on fire People, go head and drink up Get in the club, get fucked up See me, you got get lucked up Someone to touch your rubber Show me some love, strip off your clothes And take off your socks The party's jumpin', I see something fine Boy, I wanna kiss you but I'm just too shy Let me dance with you, let me wear you out Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out The music's bangin' way down in my soul When you dance behind me, I lose all control Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist When the music come on, you take my breath away This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down I'm at the bar now and I'm buying drinks And I got this feeling and it's all over me I wanna dance with you and lick your face Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy The vibe is right now and I'm 'bout to score Mr. DJ, can you play this joint once more? 'Cause I see the man I want, I want him right away I'm look him right in his face and say dance with me This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down, get on down This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down Freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back Baby, you the mack and you know that Put the needle on the track Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back Oh, freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back Baby, you the mack and you know that Put the needle on the track Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres Can't stand when a nigga fuckin' up my plans All night liquored up while I'm trynna dance Drunk and his breath stink, freaky with his hands Cocky with his mouth, please like he got a fan Can't stand when a bitch all in my side I don't even know her and she all up in my light Givin' me the side eye like she wanna fight Philly known for boxing, bitch, better get it right Can't stand when a DJ fuckin' up the song Know I'm tryin' to shake my ass all night long Cuttin' up the same shit all night long High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown Can't stand when it ain't jumpin' like I want Cats that try to stop my fun, take away my blunt I don't give a fuck, he ain't gon' take away my fun See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down, down This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down |
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from Missy Elliott - 4 My People Pt. 1 [single] (2002)
Yo, this is for my motherfucking club heads
You feel me? Yeah People, gangstas and pimps And people smokin' that deeper reefer Up in the club with speaker, I had some base and tweeters DJ is jockin' needle, sweat 'til I catch a fever Call me, 'The Illest Diva', yo, I'm on fire People, go head and drink up Get in the club, get fucked up See me, you got get lucked up Someone to touch your rubber Show me some love, strip off your clothes And take off your socks The party's jumpin', I see something fine Boy, I wanna kiss you but I'm just too shy Let me dance with you, let me wear you out Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out The music's bangin' way down in my soul When you dance behind me, I lose all control Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist When the music come on, you take my breath away This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down I'm at the bar now and I'm buying drinks And I got this feeling and it's all over me I wanna dance with you and lick your face Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy The vibe is right now and I'm 'bout to score Mr. DJ, can you play this joint once more? 'Cause I see the man I want, I want him right away I'm look him right in his face and say dance with me This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down, get on down This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down Freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back Baby, you the mack and you know that Put the needle on the track Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back Oh, freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back Baby, you the mack and you know that Put the needle on the track Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres Can't stand when a nigga fuckin' up my plans All night liquored up while I'm trynna dance Drunk and his breath stink, freaky with his hands Cocky with his mouth, please like he got a fan Can't stand when a bitch all in my side I don't even know her and she all up in my light Givin' me the side eye like she wanna fight Philly known for boxing, bitch, better get it right Can't stand when a DJ fuckin' up the song Know I'm tryin' to shake my ass all night long Cuttin' up the same shit all night long High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown Can't stand when it ain't jumpin' like I want Cats that try to stop my fun, take away my blunt I don't give a fuck, he ain't gon' take away my fun See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down, down This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down |
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from Missy Elliott - 4 My People Pt. 1 [single] (2002)
Yo, this is for my motherfucking club heads
You feel me? Yeah People, gangstas and pimps And people smokin' that deeper reefer Up in the club with speaker, I had some base and tweeters DJ is jockin' needle, sweat 'til I catch a fever Call me, 'The Illest Diva', yo, I'm on fire People, go head and drink up Get in the club, get fucked up See me, you got get lucked up Someone to touch your rubber Show me some love, strip off your clothes And take off your socks The party's jumpin', I see something fine Boy, I wanna kiss you but I'm just too shy Let me dance with you, let me wear you out Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out The music's bangin' way down in my soul When you dance behind me, I lose all control Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist When the music come on, you take my breath away This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down I'm at the bar now and I'm buying drinks And I got this feeling and it's all over me I wanna dance with you and lick your face Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy The vibe is right now and I'm 'bout to score Mr. DJ, can you play this joint once more? 'Cause I see the man I want, I want him right away I'm look him right in his face and say dance with me This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down, get on down This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down Freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back Baby, you the mack and you know that Put the needle on the track Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back Oh, freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back Baby, you the mack and you know that Put the needle on the track Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres Can't stand when a nigga fuckin' up my plans All night liquored up while I'm trynna dance Drunk and his breath stink, freaky with his hands Cocky with his mouth, please like he got a fan Can't stand when a bitch all in my side I don't even know her and she all up in my light Givin' me the side eye like she wanna fight Philly known for boxing, bitch, better get it right Can't stand when a DJ fuckin' up the song Know I'm tryin' to shake my ass all night long Cuttin' up the same shit all night long High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown Can't stand when it ain't jumpin' like I want Cats that try to stop my fun, take away my blunt I don't give a fuck, he ain't gon' take away my fun See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down, down This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down |
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from Missy Elliott - 4 My People Pt. 1 [single] (2002)
Uhh, yo
This is for my motherfucking club heads, you feel me? AAAAOOW!! 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 fucked up See me you got get lucked up Someone to touch your rubber Show me some love, strip off your clothes, and take off your socks The party's jumpin, I see something fine Boy I wanna kiss you, but I'm just too shy Let me dance with you, let me wear you out Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out The music's bangin, way down in my soul When you dance behind me, I lose all control Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist When the music comes on, you take my breath away *This is for my people, my party people This is for my people, my ecstasy 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, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down I'm at the bar now, and I'm buying drinks And I got this feeling, and it's all over me I wanna dance with you, and lick your face Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy The vibe is right now, and I'm bout to score Mr. DJ can you, play this joint once more 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 * Repeat Freak that, come here baby, grab it 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 it 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... Can't stand when a nigga fuckin 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 fuckin up the song Know I'm tryin to shake my ass all night long Cuttin up the same shit all night long High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown Can't stand when it aint jumpin like I want Cats that try to stop my fun, take away my blunt I don't give a fuck he aint gon' take away my fun See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run, uh * Repeat |
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from Missy Elliott - 4 My People Pt. 2 [single] (2002)
Yo, this is for my motherfucking club heads
You feel me? Yeah People, gangstas and pimps And people smokin' that deeper reefer Up in the club with speaker, I had some base and tweeters DJ is jockin' needle, sweat 'til I catch a fever Call me, 'The Illest Diva', yo, I'm on fire People, go head and drink up Get in the club, get fucked up See me, you got get lucked up Someone to touch your rubber Show me some love, strip off your clothes And take off your socks The party's jumpin', I see something fine Boy, I wanna kiss you but I'm just too shy Let me dance with you, let me wear you out Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out The music's bangin' way down in my soul When you dance behind me, I lose all control Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist When the music come on, you take my breath away This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down I'm at the bar now and I'm buying drinks And I got this feeling and it's all over me I wanna dance with you and lick your face Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy The vibe is right now and I'm 'bout to score Mr. DJ, can you play this joint once more? 'Cause I see the man I want, I want him right away I'm look him right in his face and say dance with me This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down, get on down This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down Freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back Baby, you the mack and you know that Put the needle on the track Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back Oh, freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back Baby, you the mack and you know that Put the needle on the track Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres Uno uno, dos dos, tres tres Can't stand when a nigga fuckin' up my plans All night liquored up while I'm trynna dance Drunk and his breath stink, freaky with his hands Cocky with his mouth, please like he got a fan Can't stand when a bitch all in my side I don't even know her and she all up in my light Givin' me the side eye like she wanna fight Philly known for boxing, bitch, better get it right Can't stand when a DJ fuckin' up the song Know I'm tryin' to shake my ass all night long Cuttin' up the same shit all night long High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown Can't stand when it ain't jumpin' like I want Cats that try to stop my fun, take away my blunt I don't give a fuck, he ain't gon' take away my fun See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my motherfucking people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down, down This is 4 my people, my party people And this is 4 my people, my ecstasy people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down |
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from Missy Elliott - Miss E...So Addictive [Amended Version] (2001)
[Missy] Uhh, yo This is for my motherfucking club heads, you feel me? AAAAOOW!! [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 fucked up See me you got get lucked up Someone to touch your rubber Show me some love, strip off your clothes, and take off your socks [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 HOOK: This is for my people, my party people This is for my people, my motherfucking people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down This is 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 HOOK [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 fuckin 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 fuckin up the song Know I'm tryin to shake my ass all night long Cuttin up the same shit all night long High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown Can't stand when it aint jumpin like I want Cats that try to stop my fun, take away my blunt I don't give a fuck he aint gon' take away my fun See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run, uh HOOK |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction (2002)
This is another Missy Elliot Exclusive (yeah)
Verse 1 I remember when ya ass was broke And so in love with me You were always at home Always talking about Loan me this Loan me that Now gimme gimme And then you got dough decide you wanna leave got few chicks checkin for ya now, huh you forgot about me Chorus Aint it funny When a man get money Sure bet ya cant find him But when he come home beggin You cant deny him Where he at when you need him (hes out duckin you) But when he need a few dollars He know where to run to Verse 2 We would go out I had to pay for everything I never had to worry bout you fuckin round You used to tell me Yeah I love ya no one above ya Then I bought you clothes Made you look like a king Then them girls started flirting with ya ass, huh And you forgot about me Chorus Aint it funny When a man get money Sure bet ya cant find him But when he come home beggin You cant deny him Where he at when you need him (hes out duckin you) But when he need a few dollars He know where to run to Verse 3 Ill be the one you running to When yo pockets is low And you out of cash flow And your chicks dont want you no more Running to When you got no more gas And no funds to catch a cab And the chicks dont see you no more Chorus Aint it funny When a man get money Sure bet ya cant find him But when he come home beggin You cant deny him Where he at when you need him But when he need a few dollars |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Explicit Version] (2002)
This is another Missy Elliot exclusive
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 fuckin '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) *repeat 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' 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' *repeat |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Edited Version] (2002)
This is another Missy Elliot Exclusive (yeah) Verse 1 I remember when ya ass was broke And so in love with me You were always at home Always talking about Loan me this Loan me that Now gimme gimme And then you got dough decide you wanna leave got few chicks checkin for ya now, huh you forgot about me Chorus Aint it funny When a man get money Sure bet ya cant find him But when he come home beggin You cant deny him Where he at when you need him (hes out duckin you) But when he need a few dollars He know where to run to Verse 2 We would go out I had to pay for everything I never had to worry bout you fuckin round You used to tell me Yeah I love ya no one above ya Then I bought you clothes Made you look like a king Then them girls started flirting with ya ass, huh And you forgot about me Chorus Aint it funny When a man get money Sure bet ya cant find him But when he come home beggin You cant deny him Where he at when you need him (hes out duckin you) But when he need a few dollars He know where to run to Verse 3 Ill be the one you running to When yo pockets is low And you out of cash flow And your chicks dont want you no more Running to When you got no more gas And no funds to catch a cab And the chicks dont see you no more Chorus Aint it funny When a man get money Sure bet ya cant find him But when he come home beggin You cant deny him Where he at when you need him But when he need a few dollars |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Explicit Version] (2002)
This is another Missy Elliot Exclusive (yeah)
Verse 1 I remember when ya ass was broke And so in love with me You were always at home Always talking about Loan me this Loan me that Now gimme gimme And then you got dough decide you wanna leave got few chicks checkin for ya now, huh you forgot about me Chorus Aint it funny When a man get money Sure bet ya cant find him But when he come home beggin You cant deny him Where he at when you need him (hes out duckin you) But when he need a few dollars He know where to run to Verse 2 We would go out I had to pay for everything I never had to worry bout you fuckin round You used to tell me Yeah I love ya no one above ya Then I bought you clothes Made you look like a king Then them girls started flirting with ya ass, huh And you forgot about me Chorus Aint it funny When a man get money Sure bet ya cant find him But when he come home beggin You cant deny him Where he at when you need him (hes out duckin you) But when he need a few dollars He know where to run to Verse 3 Ill be the one you running to When yo pockets is low And you out of cash flow And your chicks dont want you no more Running to When you got no more gas And no funds to catch a cab And the chicks dont see you no more Chorus Aint it funny When a man get money Sure bet ya cant find him But when he come home beggin You cant deny him Where he at when you need him But when he need a few dollars |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World (1999)
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 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, 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 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 |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World [Amended Version] (1999)
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 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, 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 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 |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World+Supa Dupa Fly (2008)
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 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, 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 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 |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World+Supa Dupa Fly (2008)
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 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, 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 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 |
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from Demi Lovato - Unbroken (2011)
진짜좋은 팝과 가..
seshr Don`t Let Me Fall Lenka Never Knew I Needed Ne-Yo Free Loop Daniel Pow.. 곡 77 | 담기 18 | 추천 6 |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction (2002)
"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 & 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 [Chorus: 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 dayyyyyyyy, 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-OOH!) MC Lyte ("Paper Thin") opened, doors for you and me, c'mon [Chorus] [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 fuck 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 fuck 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 J-J-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 [Chorus] [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!!) [Chorus] |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Explicit Version] (2002)
"Brothers and sisters!
Brothers and sisters, I don't know what this world is coming to!" Whassup Missy? Timbo! This is.. another.. Missy Hip-Hop! Yes! Elliott, exclusive 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 & Ghost, A.G. and Showbiz We "Public Enemy #1," our "Uzi Weighs a Ton" This is our house, RUN! [laughing] 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 *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 dayyyyyyyy, hey hey Hip-Hop has chaaaanged 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-OOH!) MC Lyte ("Paper Thin") opened, doors for you and me, c'mon *repeat 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 Me and Jigga, Jigga J-J-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 *repeat 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!!) *repeat |
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from Missy Elliott - Back In The Day (2003)
"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 & 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 [Chorus: 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 dayyyyyyyy, 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-OOH!) MC Lyte ("Paper Thin") opened, doors for you and me, c'mon [Chorus] [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 fuck 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 fuck 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 J-J-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 [Chorus] [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!!) [Chorus] |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Edited Version] (2002)
Brothers and sisters! Brothers and sisters! I don't know what this world is coming toWhassup Missy? Timbo This is.. another.. Missy Hip-Hop! YesElliott, exclusive 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 & Ghost, A.G. and Showbiz We "Public Enemy #1," our "Uzi Weighs a Ton" This is our house, RUN! 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 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 dayyyyyyyy, hey hey Hip-Hop has chaaaanged 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 (HA)Yes! Daddy Kane, Slick Rick too (oh-OOH!) MC Lyte ("Paper Thin") opened doors for you and me, c'mon 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 dayyyyyyyy, hey hey Hip-Hop has chaaaanged 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 fuck Chuck Phillips and Bill O'Reilly If they try to stop hip-hop, we all gon' rally niggaPost Biggie and 'Pac I gotta hold down the city Make a nigga wanna 'holla' like Missy, but fuck 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 Me and Jigga, Jigga J-J-Jay-Hova I rocks the mic right whether I'm pissy drunk or sober Misdemeanor fo'-finger ringer I'm stupid FRESHI'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 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 dayyyyyyyy, hey hey Hip-Hop has chaaaanged 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!!)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 dayyyyyyyy, hey hey Hip-Hop has chaaaanged - |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Explicit Version] (2002)
"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 & 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 [Chorus: 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 dayyyyyyyy, 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-OOH!) MC Lyte ("Paper Thin") opened, doors for you and me, c'mon [Chorus] [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 fuck 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 fuck 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 J-J-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 [Chorus] [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!!) [Chorus] |
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from Missy Elliott - The Cookbook [Explicit Version] (2005)
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 WOO!!! HA!!!! Sak Passe?!!! WOO WOO WOO WOO!!! HA!!! AHHH!!!!! 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 Drums!!!! WOO!!! Drums!!! [Verse 2: 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 Yes! Smash di place, smash di place, WOO!!! (Forty five askel) (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 Fuck '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!!!) HA!!! Fire baby!!! 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... |
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from Missy Elliott - The Cookbook [Explicit Version] (2005)
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 WOO!!! HA!!!! Sak Passe?!!! WOO WOO WOO WOO!!! HA!!! AHHH!!!!! 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 Drums!!!! WOO!!! Drums!!! [Verse 2: 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 Yes! Smash di place, smash di place, WOO!!! (Forty five askel) (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 Fuck '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!!!) HA!!! Fire baby!!! 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... |
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from Missy Elliott - The Cookbook [Amended Version] (2005)
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 WOO!!! HA!!!! Sak Passe?!!! WOO WOO WOO WOO!!! HA!!! AHHH!!!!! 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 Drums!!!! WOO!!! Drums!!! [Verse 2: 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 Yes! Smash di place, smash di place, WOO!!! (Forty five askel) (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 Fuck '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!!!) HA!!! Fire baby!!! 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... |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World (1999)
Missy]
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 sayin' I'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 1 - 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! [Missy] 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 I AM, 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 (WHAT) Repeat 1 [Timbaland] Yo, this is Timbaland Callin' from the Matrix yall And this how we do it Yo Missy, tell 'em how you feel, what [Missy] 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 Repeat 1 [Missy] 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 sayin' And 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 sayin' Heh, you gonna be left behind this time Aight ain't no love lost All need you to do is stop BEAT BITIN'! [Timbaland] That was Missy Now this is Timbaland signin' off from the Matrix You heard that Shh |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World [Amended Version] (1999)
Missy]
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 sayin' I'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 1 - 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! [Missy] 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 I AM, 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 (WHAT) Repeat 1 [Timbaland] Yo, this is Timbaland Callin' from the Matrix yall And this how we do it Yo Missy, tell 'em how you feel, what [Missy] 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 Repeat 1 [Missy] 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 sayin' And 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 sayin' Heh, you gonna be left behind this time Aight ain't no love lost All need you to do is stop BEAT BITIN'! [Timbaland] That was Missy Now this is Timbaland signin' off from the Matrix You heard that Shh |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
Say what, say what?
Say what, say what? Say what, say what? Missy, bring it in 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 *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 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) *Repeat 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) *Repeat 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 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 |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly [Amended Version] (1997)
Why you played on me wasn't I good enough for you? All those other girls you been wit can't do like I do. (Doo,dooo) Gave you all my dough when you needed it all the time And if you planin on leavin me, its been then give me a sign. Chorus: (2x) 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 ifs' ands or waits it's over babe (It's over) 2nd Verse: Why you cheated on me can you tell me, what have I done? I thought you was the one but you just a hit and run. Gave up clubs and parties, I put them aside Left me in the dark with no kind of sign Why don't you give me a sign? Chorus: (No thinkin twice) 3rd Verse: All my friends say, I can do better then you Maybe they was right cause I feel like a 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 Chorus: (Beep me or at least give me a call) Magoo, Magoo Type of nigga made built to last Look homegirl I pump like gas When get your friend and your girl and them My sex drive workout like a gym Kim Was a girl that I used to hit You the girl that I gotta quit See the kitty kit Gotta groom it like a light In the night girl the freak come out but don't bite No diggity who took you out no doubt When I first got down let us both shout Look out make it live dip and dive square it alive Shoot me suga there it is, now you talkin square biz I'm leavin you without a riz but I still love the kids What you think him that girl get you mind checked Take some time recollect, I just gave you disrespect. Tim: What yall gone do fellas don't beep them 911 Don't beep them 911 |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World+Supa Dupa Fly (2008)
[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) Repeat 1 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) Repeat 1 [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 [Timbaland] 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 |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
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 * Repeat (x2) |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly [Amended Version] (1997)
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 Chorus: 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 Chorus x 2 |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World+Supa Dupa Fly (2008)
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 Chorus: 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 Chorus x 2 |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style (fa la la la la)
Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style (EEEEE fa la la la la) Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style (fa la la la la) Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style Me and Timbaland our style's so superb have you heard have you heard Me and Timbaland our style's so superb have you heard have you heard Me and Timbaland our style's so superb (say what) have you heard the word? |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World+Supa Dupa Fly (2008)
Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style (fa la la la la)
Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style (EEEEE fa la la la la) Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style (fa la la la la) Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style Me and Timbaland our style's so superb have you heard have you heard Me and Timbaland our style's so superb have you heard have you heard Me and Timbaland our style's so superb (say what) have you heard the word? |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style (fa la la la la) Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style (EEEEE fa la la la la) Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style (fa la la la la) Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style Me and Timbaland our style's so superb have you heard have you heard Me and Timbaland our style's so superb have you heard have you heard Me and Timbaland our style's so superb (say what) have you heard the word? |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly [Amended Version] (1997)
Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style (fa la la la la) Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style (EEEEE fa la la la la) Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style (fa la la la la) Me and Timbaland we make you wanna bite our style Me and Timbaland our style's so superb have you heard have you heard Me and Timbaland our style's so superb have you heard have you heard Me and Timbaland our style's so superb (say what) have you heard the word? |
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from Missy Elliott - This Is Not A Test! (2003)
[Intro]
Listen up everyone! we have been just informed That there's an unknown virus that's attacking all clubs Symptoms have been said to be - heaving breathing Wild dancing, coughing So when you hear the sound - WHO-DI-WHOOOO! Run for cover muthafucka.. WOOOOOO! Ahh daddy! Ooooo! Ah! oh, ooh! Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ooh) Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ah) Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ah) Pass that dutch (whoo), pass that dutch [Verse 1] Misdemeanor on the flow, pretty boy here I come Pumps in the bunk make you wanna hurt something I can take your man I don't have to sex em Hang em out the window call me Micheal Jackson (hehehee!) I'm a pain in your rectum, I am that bitch y'all slept on Heavy hitter, rhyme spitter, call me Re-Run Hey hey hey, I'm what's happ'nin Hypnotic in my drink (that's right!) Shake ya ass till it stink (that's right!) Mr. Mos' on the beat (that's right!) Put it down for the streets (that's right!) [Chorus] (WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch, pass that dutch Come on pass the dutch baby! (ahh!) Shake-shake shake ya stuff baby! (WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (ahh!) Don't stop, get it till ya clothes get wet [Verse 2] Number one - drums go bump, bump, bump This beat here will make you hoomp, boomp, jump If you's a fat one, put your clothes back on Before you start putting pot holes in my lawn Oh my God, show em I'm large Shove my beat up, attack like my name was Saddam I am the bomb from New York to Milan And I can write a song sicker than Jeffrey Dahm' (Woop woop!) Don't touch my car alarm Break in my car you will hear 'Viper Armed' I've been a superstar since Daddy Kane was raw I'm live on stage, c'mon and give me some applause [applause] 'Thank you! oh thank you, you all are so wonderful!' [Chorus] [Interlude] Listen up muthafuckas, you have five seconds to catch your breath. Five - four - three - two - one [alarm rings] [Verse 3] Pop that, pop that, make that money Just keep it going, like the Energizer Bunny Shake that, shake that, move it all around Spank that, yank that, dutch back now Freak him, freak her, whatever ya choice Didn't come to judge, I came to get ya moist Scream - (WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOO!) now my voice is lost Can I get a ride on the white horse? [horse neighing] [Chorus] [Outro] Pop that Pass tha dutch baby! Jiggle that fat |
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from Mtv'S Hip Hopera : Carmen [ost] (2001)
Verse 1: Kelly, can you handle this? Michelle, can you handle this? Beyonce, can you handle this? I don't think they can handle this! (Beyonce) Barely move, we've arrived Lookin sexy, lookin fly Baddest chick, chick inside DJ, jam tonight Spotted me a tender thang There you are, come on baby Don't you wanna dance with me Can you handle, handle me You gotta do much better if you gone dance with me tonight You gotta work your jelly if you gone dance with me tonight Read my lips carefully if you like what you see Move, groove, prove you can hang with me By the looks I got you shook up and scared of me Hook up your seatbelt, it's time for takeoff Chorus: I don't think you ready for this jelly I don't think you ready for this jelly I don't think you ready for this Cause my body too bootylicious for ya babe I don't think you ready for this jelly I don't think you ready for this jelly I don't think you ready for this Cause my body too bootylicious for ya babe Verse 2: Baby, can you handle this? Baby, can you handle this? Baby, can you handle this? I don't think you can handle this! (Kelly) I'm about to break you off H-town goin hard Lead my hips, slap my thighs Swing my hair, square my eyes Lookin hot, smellin good Groovin like I'm from the hood Look over my shoulder, I blow you a kiss Can you handle, handle this Chorus: I don't think you ready for this jelly I don't think you ready for this jelly I don't think you ready for this Cause my body too bootylicious for ya babe I don't think you ready for this jelly I don't think you ready for this jelly I don't think you ready for this Cause my body too bootylicious for ya babe Bridge (Michelle): Move your body up and down (whoo!) Make your booty touch the ground (whoo!) I can't help but wonder why (whoo!) Is my vibe too vibealacious for you, babe (All) I shake my jelly at every chance When I whip with my hips you slip into a trance I'm hoping you can handle all this jelly that I have Now let's cut a rug while we scat some jazz (Scatting) I don't think you ready for this jelly I don't think you ready for this jelly I don't think you ready for this Cause my body too bootylicious for ya babe (Chorus continues to end) |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction (2002)
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) [Chorus: 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 [Chorus] [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 [Chorus] [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? |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Edited Version] (2002)
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) [Chorus: 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 [Chorus] [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 [Chorus] [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? |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Explicit Version] (2002)
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) [Chorus: 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 [Chorus] [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 [Chorus] [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? |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Explicit Version] (2002)
"One two three four five six seven eight nine!"
"Are we on the air?" Uhh, uhh .. {HA?} Uhh {HA?} uhh {HA?} Uhh, this is - uhh, a Missy Elliott - uhh, exclusive Uh-huh.. woo!! 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) *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 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 *repeat 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 *repeat 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? |
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from Missy Elliott - Miss E...So Addictive [Amended Version] (2001)
Uh, hehe, uh, hehe Yes in deed Yes in deed out this mothafucka Back with the right foot steppin in first And the left foot steppin in after I go By the Devine atureboot of Bus a Bus Down Suttin other wise known as Busta Motha Fucking Rhymes Out this bitch You know what I mean cause I'm in the spot love it When a bitch kiss up on a mafucka I love it the way when I piss up on a mafucka Mafucka they need to chill relax What yaw need to do is listen up mafucka So as we begin to get you addictive to the shit That's so addictive Make sure you got your peoples with 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 mafucka's Miss-E Missy Missdameanor Elliot sooooooooooooooooo....... Addictive. |
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from Missy Elliott - Miss E... So Addictive (2001)
uh hehe uh hehe ,Yes in deed Yes in deed out this mothafucka back with the
right foot steppin in first and the left foot steppin in after i go by the Devine atureboot of Bus a Bus Down suttin other wise known as Busta Motha Fucking Rhymes out this bitch You know what I mean cause Im in the spot love it when a bitch kiss up on a mafucka i luv it the way when i piss up on a mafucka mafucka they need to chill relax what yaw need to do is listen up mafucka so as we begin to get u addictive to the shit thats so addictive make sure u got your ppls with 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 mafucka's Miss-E Missy Missdameanor Elliot sooooooooooooooooo....... Addictive. |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World (1999)
[Missy] Slim Shady (4X) [Eminem] Well I do pop pills I keep my tube socks filled Pop the same shit that got Tupac killed Spit game to these hoes like a soap opera episode And bunch a bitch in the nose til her whole face explodes There's three things I hate: girls women and bitches Smack bitches that walk up and drop kick midgets 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 fuckin [*edited*] and his [*edited*] and love it It's like a dream I can't snap out, I black out, and back out Lookin for some other thug, 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 motherfuckin 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 swirls 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 motherfuckers 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 motherfuckin 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 "It's not from this planet" "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 fuckin legs with the bullet holes and the exit wounds layin next to you (AHH!) Fuckin mad dog, foamin at the mouth Fuck 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, motherfucker Uhh uhh uhh Cool, cool, cool Triple zero |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World [Amended Version] (1999)
[Missy] Slim Shady (4X) [Eminem] Well I do pop pills I keep my tube socks filled Pop the same shit that got Tupac killed Spit game to these hoes like a soap opera episode And bunch a bitch in the nose til her whole face explodes There's three things I hate: girls women and bitches Smack bitches that walk up and drop kick midgets 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 fuckin [*edited*] and his [*edited*] and love it It's like a dream I can't snap out, I black out, and back out Lookin for some other thug, 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 motherfuckin 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 swirls 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 motherfuckers 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 motherfuckin 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 "It's not from this planet" "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 fuckin legs with the bullet holes and the exit wounds layin next to you (AHH!) Fuckin mad dog, foamin at the mouth Fuck 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, motherfucker Uhh uhh uhh Cool, cool, cool Triple zero |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World+Supa Dupa Fly (2008)
[Missy] Slim Shady (4X) [Eminem] Well I do pop pills I keep my tube socks filled Pop the same shit that got Tupac killed Spit game to these hoes like a soap opera episode And bunch a bitch in the nose til her whole face explodes There's three things I hate: girls women and bitches Smack bitches that walk up and drop kick midgets 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 fuckin [*edited*] and his [*edited*] and love it It's like a dream I can't snap out, I black out, and back out Lookin for some other thug, 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 motherfuckin 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 swirls 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 motherfuckers 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 motherfuckin 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 "It's not from this planet" "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 fuckin legs with the bullet holes and the exit wounds layin next to you (AHH!) Fuckin mad dog, foamin at the mouth Fuck 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, motherfucker Uhh uhh uhh Cool, cool, cool Triple zero |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
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 & twenty five minutes on one of them Gilligan island shits of New York & Virginia Word up!to visit your ass,and you playin' shit like this up in my ears. What the fuck you think you doin' thinkin' I ain't gonna get on this mutha fucka 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,& get a little drunk and a little pissy,when I finish my music Ima make all ya'll mutha fuckas 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 fuckin' 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,trackin' stacks 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 fuckin' 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 fuckas! Stay Tuned. |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly [Amended Version] (1997)
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 & twenty five minutes on one of them Gilligan island shits of New York & Virginia Word up!to visit your ass,and you playin' shit like this up in my ears. What the fuck you think you doin' thinkin' I ain't gonna get on this mutha fucka 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,& get a little drunk and a little pissy,when I finish my music Ima make all ya'll mutha fuckas 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 fuckin' 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,trackin' stacks 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 fuckin' 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 fuckas! Stay Tuned. |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World+Supa Dupa Fly (2008)
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 & twenty five minutes on one of them Gilligan island shits of New York & Virginia Word up!to visit your ass,and you playin' shit like this up in my ears. What the fuck you think you doin' thinkin' I ain't gonna get on this mutha fucka 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,& get a little drunk and a little pissy,when I finish my music Ima make all ya'll mutha fuckas 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 fuckin' 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,trackin' stacks 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 fuckin' 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 fuckas! Stay Tuned. |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
(feat. Busta Rhymes)
[Busta Rhymes] An right about now at this particular time as we bring this lp to a close Busta Rhymes and the whole entire flip mode squad would like to congratulate you all for being such a wonderful audience and taking the time out of your busy day to day living to do the knowledge take in and observe and absorb and listen and feel the all emotional rollercoaster of this lp thoroughly put together by Missy and Timbaland the official banging shit hip-hop music, soul music, R&B music ya'll muthafuckas don't know this is that official full-fledged shit and until tha next time? chicken niggas they say? |
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(feat. Busta Rhymes)
[Busta Rhymes] An right about now at this particular time as we bring this lp to a close Busta Rhymes and the whole entire flip mode squad would like to congratulate you all for being such a wonderful audience and taking the time out of your busy day to day living to do the knowledge take in and observe and absorb and listen and feel the all emotional rollercoaster of this lp thoroughly put together by Missy and Timbaland the official banging shit hip-hop music, soul music, R&B music ya'll muthafuckas don't know this is that official full-fledged shit and until tha next time? chicken niggas they say? |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction (2002)
[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 sister 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 TCL 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 Ill make up And if you and Left-Eye have been 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 |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Explicit Version] (2002)
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For where you can send the flowersIts 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 I been checkin on your moms and dad And your brother sister 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 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 TCL 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 Ill make up And if you and Left-Eye have been 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 |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Edited Version] (2002)
[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 sister 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 TCL 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 Ill make up And if you and Left-Eye have been 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 |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Explicit Version] (2002)
[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 sister 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 TCL 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 Ill make up And if you and Left-Eye have been 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 |
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from Missy Elliott - The Cookbook [Explicit Version] (2005)
Rich Nice
Woo! C'mon Sick! Uh-huh Yes! Woo! Holla! I be thinking '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 ears And you would buy me pink pretty under-weas And I would moan cause you would make me feel nice And you would make me feel like making love twice What I'm saying, 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 fuck Nine to five, do it live, sure 'nough I be thinking 'bout the way you do it good I like it cause you raised in the hood Uh, 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 [Chorus:] I can't stop thinking '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 thinking 'bout you The way you do what you do With you I can not lose Now let me put it down I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good (Yes!) 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 yeah 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 yeah Boy's in the zone and I don't care Sitting on his lap, pulling 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 [Chorus] (I'm the boss) I'm the boss, do the job, you hired I'm the boss, do the job, you hired [Missy Elliott] What I'm saying, 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 fuck Nine to five, do it live, sho' nuff |
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from Missy Elliott - The Cookbook [Explicit Version] (2005)
Rich Nice
Woo! C'mon Sick! Uh-huh Yes! Woo! Holla! I be thinking '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 ears And you would buy me pink pretty under-weas And I would moan cause you would make me feel nice And you would make me feel like making love twice What I'm saying, 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 fuck Nine to five, do it live, sure 'nough I be thinking 'bout the way you do it good I like it cause you raised in the hood Uh, 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 [Chorus:] I can't stop thinking '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 thinking 'bout you The way you do what you do With you I can not lose Now let me put it down I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good (Yes!) 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 yeah 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 yeah Boy's in the zone and I don't care Sitting on his lap, pulling 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 [Chorus] (I'm the boss) I'm the boss, do the job, you hired I'm the boss, do the job, you hired [Missy Elliott] What I'm saying, 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 fuck Nine to five, do it live, sho' nuff |
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from Missy Elliott - The Cookbook [Amended Version] (2005)
Rich Nice
Woo! C'mon Sick! Uh-huh Yes! Woo! Holla! I be thinking '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 ears And you would buy me pink pretty under-weas And I would moan cause you would make me feel nice And you would make me feel like making love twice What I'm saying, 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 fuck Nine to five, do it live, sure 'nough I be thinking 'bout the way you do it good I like it cause you raised in the hood Uh, 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 [Chorus:] I can't stop thinking '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 thinking 'bout you The way you do what you do With you I can not lose Now let me put it down I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good (Yes!) 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 yeah 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 yeah Boy's in the zone and I don't care Sitting on his lap, pulling 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 [Chorus] (I'm the boss) I'm the boss, do the job, you hired I'm the boss, do the job, you hired [Missy Elliott] What I'm saying, 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 fuck Nine to five, do it live, sho' nuff |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World (1999)
See it's two type of bitches in the world, heh Ya got a broke bitch You got a rich bitch That would explain what I am And what my girl, Missy is We the rich mutha fuckin' bee-itches That's right And then you got a bitch like me Who just stand above all bitches That excludes my girl Missy, Mary, you knowumsayin'? But y'all know what the fuck I mean I'm the queen bitch, that's right mutha fucka, what? Y'all got a problem wit it, come see me A mutha' fucka' ain't takin' my title Or my girl Missy title Or my girl Mary title, what? That's right See only bitches like us Is allowed to play a game of chess You see, a real queen needs a king You damn mutha' fuckin' right I don't want a nigga laying up under me That can't do for me What I can't do for my mutha' fuckin' self So when y'all see me in the street? This is what I want y'all to do Fix your lips, put 'em together nicely and say Say it along, say it along now, say "She's a bitch" [Missy] I was walkin' real slow to the dance floor He was lookin' at my ass and I turned him on I seen him talking to his boy on the cellular phone I looked at him and all he could say was Damn baby, bring it on I talk shit but I come through like a storm I keep my piece so sweet, yeah nice and warm And all he could feel, was this love baby I don't give a fuck About what they think, what they say They can call me a freak Call me anything they wanna name I don't give a I don't give a I just wanna take him home Take him to the house then turn him out He aint' checkin' for you I don't give a fuck About what they think, what they say They can call me a freak Call me anything they wanna name I don't give a I don't give a I just wanna take him home Take him to the house then turn him out He aint' checkin' for you |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World [Amended Version] (1999)
See it's two type of bitches in the world, heh Ya got a broke bitch You got a rich bitch That would explain what I am And what my girl, Missy is We the rich mutha fuckin' bee-itches That's right And then you got a bitch like me Who just stand above all bitches That excludes my girl Missy, Mary, you knowumsayin'? But y'all know what the fuck I mean I'm the queen bitch, that's right mutha fucka, what? Y'all got a problem wit it, come see me A mutha' fucka' ain't takin' my title Or my girl Missy title Or my girl Mary title, what? That's right See only bitches like us Is allowed to play a game of chess You see, a real queen needs a king You damn mutha' fuckin' right I don't want a nigga laying up under me That can't do for me What I can't do for my mutha' fuckin' self So when y'all see me in the street? This is what I want y'all to do Fix your lips, put 'em together nicely and say Say it along, say it along now, say "She's a bitch" [Missy] I was walkin' real slow to the dance floor He was lookin' at my ass and I turned him on I seen him talking to his boy on the cellular phone I looked at him and all he could say was Damn baby, bring it on I talk shit but I come through like a storm I keep my piece so sweet, yeah nice and warm And all he could feel, was this love baby I don't give a fuck About what they think, what they say They can call me a freak Call me anything they wanna name I don't give a I don't give a I just wanna take him home Take him to the house then turn him out He aint' checkin' for you I don't give a fuck About what they think, what they say They can call me a freak Call me anything they wanna name I don't give a I don't give a I just wanna take him home Take him to the house then turn him out He aint' checkin' for you |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World+Supa Dupa Fly (2008)
See it's two type of bitches in the world, heh Ya got a broke bitch You got a rich bitch That would explain what I am And what my girl, Missy is We the rich mutha fuckin' bee-itches That's right And then you got a bitch like me Who just stand above all bitches That excludes my girl Missy, Mary, you knowumsayin'? But y'all know what the fuck I mean I'm the queen bitch, that's right mutha fucka, what? Y'all got a problem wit it, come see me A mutha' fucka' ain't takin' my title Or my girl Missy title Or my girl Mary title, what? That's right See only bitches like us Is allowed to play a game of chess You see, a real queen needs a king You damn mutha' fuckin' right I don't want a nigga laying up under me That can't do for me What I can't do for my mutha' fuckin' self So when y'all see me in the street? This is what I want y'all to do Fix your lips, put 'em together nicely and say Say it along, say it along now, say "She's a bitch" [Missy] I was walkin' real slow to the dance floor He was lookin' at my ass and I turned him on I seen him talking to his boy on the cellular phone I looked at him and all he could say was Damn baby, bring it on I talk shit but I come through like a storm I keep my piece so sweet, yeah nice and warm And all he could feel, was this love baby I don't give a fuck About what they think, what they say They can call me a freak Call me anything they wanna name I don't give a I don't give a I just wanna take him home Take him to the house then turn him out He aint' checkin' for you I don't give a fuck About what they think, what they say They can call me a freak Call me anything they wanna name I don't give a I don't give a I just wanna take him home Take him to the house then turn him out He aint' checkin' for you |
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from Missy Elliott - The Cookbook [Explicit Version] (2005)
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, st-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. Who dat? Who dat? Player better fall back, st-step back, player better fall back. Click-Clack, cock back Semi-automatic track Drink a lot of Similac, Shorty better fall back. 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 Who dat? Who dat? Player better fall back, st-step back, player better fall back. Click-Clack, cock back Semi-automatic track Drink a lot of Similac, Shorty better fall back. |
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from Missy Elliott - The Cookbook [Explicit Version] (2005)
<P>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 </P><P>Who dat? Who dat? Player better fall back, st-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. Who dat? Who dat? Player better fall back, st-step back, player better fall back. Click-Clack, cock back Semi-automatic track Drink a lot of Similac, Shorty better fall back. 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 Who dat? Who dat? Player better fall back, st-step back, player better fall back. Click-Clack, cock back Semi-automatic track Drink a lot of Similac, Shorty better fall back. </P> |
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from Missy Elliott - The Cookbook [Amended Version] (2005)
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, st-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. Who dat? Who dat? Player better fall back, st-step back, player better fall back. Click-Clack, cock back Semi-automatic track Drink a lot of Similac, Shorty better fall back. 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 Who dat? Who dat? Player better fall back, st-step back, player better fall back. Click-Clack, cock back Semi-automatic track Drink a lot of Similac, Shorty better fall back. |
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from Destiny's Child - Destiny's Child / The Writing's On The Wall [box] (2003)
[Missy] Uh, uh, oh
Beyonc: Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh ooh, ooh, ooh The day you pissed me off I told Mike to pick me up I told him you was buggin' and I don't like to fuss He said he would look out for me If I needed a friend He took me to his house and then he invited me in Then we sat on the couch, he put his arms around my waist Knowin' I need lovin' and then he grabbed my face He kissed me like a guy could never kiss a girl before So you know what happened baby I need to say no more 1 - I'm just confessing 'bout the things I did I might as well come clean What you feel about that baby I'm just confessing 'bout the things I did I might as well come clean What you feel about that baby 2 - I'm just guessing that you're through with me Cause I just came clean What you feel about that baby I'm just guessing, are you through with me Cause I just came clean What you feel about that Beyonc: Remember the time you wondered where your money went I called my friends and bought some clothes And took them on a trip I met a dude that had a Jeep And we talked all the time He asked me about my man And you know that I had to lie He thought I had no man and I was chillin' by myself Don't get mad cause I feel sad That's why I must confess Too many times I wanted to let you know my dirt But everytime you said you loved me I knew it would hurt Repeat 1 Repeat 2 (with addlibs) 3 - I was mad, what was I to do? Never had it in mind to play on you But look at all the hurt you put me through I can't tell a lie so I'm tellin' the truth Repeat 3 3x Repeat 1 Repeat 2 [Missy] Confess Come clean boo Yo, what you feel about that What you feel about, uh What you feel about that Heh heh, confessing baby Misdemeanor, Destiny, uh uh |
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from Destiny's Child 2집 - The Writing's On The Wall (1999)
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Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh ooh, ooh, ooh The day you pissed me off I told Mike to pick me up I told him you was buggin' and I don't like to fuss He said he would look out for me If I needed a friend He took me to his house and then he invited me in Then we sat on the couch, he put his arms around my waist Knowin' I need lovin' and then he grabbed my face He kissed me like a guy could never kiss a girl before So you know what happened baby I need to say no more *I'm just confessing 'bout the things I did I might as well come clean What you feel about that baby I'm just confessing 'bout the things I did I might as well come clean What you feel about that baby **I'm just guessing that you're through with me Cause I just came clean What you feel about that baby I'm just guessing, are you through with me Cause I just came clean What you feel about that Remember the time you wondered where your money went I called my friends and bought some clothes And took them on a trip I met a dude that had a Jeep And we talked all the time He asked me about my man And you know that I had to lie He thought I had no man and I was chillin' by myself Don't get mad cause I feel sad That's why I must confess Too many times I wanted to let you know my dirt But everytime you said you loved me I knew it would hurt * Repeat ** Repeat ***I was mad, what was I to do? Never had it in mind to play on you But look at all the hurt you put me through I can't tell a lie so I'm tellin' the truth *** Repeat (x3) * Repeat ** Repeat Confess Come clean boo Yo, what you feel about that What you feel about, uh What you feel about that Heh heh, confessing baby Misdemeanor, Destiny, uh uh |
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from Timbaland & Magoo - Cop That Shit [single] (2009)
"Cop That Shit"
(feat. Missy Elliott) [Intro: Missy Elliott] We are the VA players Love to the Neptunes and the Clipse To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected The run away slave I, Mistameanor Escaping from all ya fraudulent players Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley [Verse 1: Timbaland] It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you Without some little nieces and nephews To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through Time's up, sorry I left you Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit) As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone As you hear it, pump up the volume Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off) Mr. VA 'bout to set it off Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know Well my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh) So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the record work (Uh huh) And put me on like you red alert 'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia [Chorus: Missy Elliott] DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord) And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord) Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord) 'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord) [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] When you say you love me, it doesn't matter It goes into my head as just chit-chatter You may think I'm egotistical or just very free Won'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY! People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so Let them pretend to be me, then they know I hate when one, pretend to fantasize Fact I despise, those who even try Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking Yo dream is over, career sinking I told all of you, like I told all of them Whatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN! In one ear and right out the other "Ayyio Missy you ugly!" yeah ya mother I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate You ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh [Chorus] [Verse 3: Magoo] I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil And understand I got the gift of speech And it's a blessing, being from them VA streets I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security I'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me I get paid when your record is played To put it short, heh I got it made I'm talented, yes I'm gifted My uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted You got cash? man stop frontin Living off damn every record that you cutting My name Magoo and I roll wit two stars Every CD we split 48 bars My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star Every other month I get a brand new car! [Chorus] |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World (1999)
[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 [1] -[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 [Repeat 1] [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 [Repeat 1 until fade] |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World [Amended Version] (1999)
[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 [1] -[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 [Repeat 1] [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 [Repeat 1 until fade] |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World+Supa Dupa Fly (2008)
[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 [1] -[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 [Repeat 1] [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 [Repeat 1 until fade] |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World (1999)
Uhh, 3000 baby, uh huh, ooh, raunchy, raunchy [Redman] 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 fuck 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 fuck An Brick City niggas strictly don't give a fuck [Missy] 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 [Redman] It takes two to tingle, and two to fuck I done fucked 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 [Missy and Redman] So what you wanna do, what you wanna do [Redman] 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 [Missy] 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 Muthafucka! 3 triple zero, the Matrix baby, uhh, I'm out |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World [Amended Version] (1999)
Uhh, 3000 baby, uh huh, ooh, raunchy, raunchy [Redman] 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 fuck 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 fuck An Brick City niggas strictly don't give a fuck [Missy] 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 [Redman] It takes two to tingle, and two to fuck I done fucked 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 [Missy and Redman] So what you wanna do, what you wanna do [Redman] 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 [Missy] 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 Muthafucka! 3 triple zero, the Matrix baby, uhh, I'm out |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World+Supa Dupa Fly (2008)
Uhh, 3000 baby, uh huh, ooh, raunchy, raunchy [Redman] 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 fuck 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 fuck An Brick City niggas strictly don't give a fuck [Missy] 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 [Redman] It takes two to tingle, and two to fuck I done fucked 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 [Missy and Redman] So what you wanna do, what you wanna do [Redman] 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 [Missy] 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 Muthafucka! 3 triple zero, the Matrix baby, uhh, I'm out |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-01-09
Subject : Missy Elliott - Under Construction (Elektra,2002)
