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from Missy Elliott - Hot Boyz (0000)
Missy]
This is for my ghetto motherfuckers Uh hey Are you really a hot boy Oh check me [Verse One] What's your name cause I'm impressed Can you treat me good I won't settle for less You a hot boy a rock boy A fun toy tote a glock boy Where you live is it by yourself Can I move wit' you do you need some help I'll cook boy I'll give you more I'ma fly girl and I like those [CHORUS] Hot boyz Baby YOU got what I want See yall be drivin' those Lexus jeeps, and Benz jeeps and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin' cheaper wit' the Platinum Visa Hot boyz Baby YOU got what I want See yall be drivin' Jaguars, and the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin' hardball wit' the Platinum Visa [Verse Two] Is that your car, the SK8 Are you ridin' alone, can I be your date Come get me, get me Don't dis me, don't trick me I got some friends, can they come too Can you hook ‘em up wit' some boyz like you A hot boy, a rock boy A top boy, and I like those [Repeat CHORUS] [Rap] Yo, I'ma dig in yo pockets Dig in yo wallets Money I'm foundin' Yea you got my heart poundin' You a hot boy, drive a drop boy With a lot boy, and you tote a glock boy Don't give me no reason I know that you treatin', these diamonds I'm needin' Make me believe it I want alot boy, with a hot boy Got a fun toy, and you tote a glock boy Hot boyz Baby YOU got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin' you like instantly Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps (ooh ooh) And the Bentley's, and the Jaguars, and the fly cars (ooh ooh) Where you at (ooh ooh) Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps (ooh ooh) And the Bentley's, and the Jaguars, and the fly cars (ooh ooh) Where you at (ooh ooh, yea yea, yea yea, my boyz) Hot boyz [Lil' Mo] Hot boyz, I like 'em like that |
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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 (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 (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 (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 (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 (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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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
You never know a good thing till I'm gone
You spending many, many nights home alone You won't be seing me around your way No, No And if you don't get it together Baby I can't stay *Don't be commin' in my face Tryin to tell me you love me You shoulda thought once or twice Sacrifice and make it right It's the thing that you do Make me not love you Go this way and you'll see Get no other love like me You never know I'm for real till I leave And when I pack up my clothes don't be calling me You won't be seing me Anymore No, no Cause when I'm long, long gone I won't be back in this door * Repeat To my east side people to my west side To all my bitches who sat home crying Over these niggas and over these fellows Shake em off like Jello To my east side people to my west side To all my bitches who sat home crying Over these niggas and over these fellows Shake em off like Jello * Repeat I used to stick closer to your side then a beeper Till you smoked that cheaper reefer Now you loony as fita, cheddar Don't say a word Yep I got tha word Yeah I heard it from a little bird Now I'm out the door My four four You don't know? Get your bags and your things take the door Don't take this shit no more When you leave You can leave out the back door Fucker Stupid niggas Who always think they can play somebody Ya'll know who ya'll are Tryin to run about 3-4-5 women at one time Now you wanna come back all in our faces Tellin me how much you love me and all that bullshit Whatever man Fuck you Alright, I'm out |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
You never know a good thing till I'm gone
You spending many, many nights home alone You won't be seing me around your way No, No And if you don't get it together Baby I can't stay *Don't be commin' in my face Tryin to tell me you love me You shoulda thought once or twice Sacrifice and make it right It's the thing that you do Make me not love you Go this way and you'll see Get no other love like me You never know I'm for real till I leave And when I pack up my clothes don't be calling me You won't be seing me Anymore No, no Cause when I'm long, long gone I won't be back in this door * Repeat To my east side people to my west side To all my bitches who sat home crying Over these niggas and over these fellows Shake em off like Jello To my east side people to my west side To all my bitches who sat home crying Over these niggas and over these fellows Shake em off like Jello * Repeat I used to stick closer to your side then a beeper Till you smoked that cheaper reefer Now you loony as fita, cheddar Don't say a word Yep I got tha word Yeah I heard it from a little bird Now I'm out the door My four four You don't know? Get your bags and your things take the door Don't take this shit no more When you leave You can leave out the back door Fucker Stupid niggas Who always think they can play somebody Ya'll know who ya'll are Tryin to run about 3-4-5 women at one time Now you wanna come back all in our faces Tellin me how much you love me and all that bullshit Whatever man Fuck you Alright, I'm out |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
Yeah
A little slow jam Kiss me Hold me The weatherman says it's gonna be Cold tonight Whatever man Whatever whatever whatever whatever whatever Whatever man you wanna do I'll be the pilot Don't miss your flight I'm stewardess of the plane Feel the turbulence and maintain Please refrain stay in your seats Until we reach the game I'm stewardess of the plane Feel the turbulence and maintain Please refrain stay in your seats Take me higher Let's just go for a little Joy Ride Whatever man Whatever whatever whatever whatever Let's stay Buckled up And let's make love Across the friendly skies I'm passenger of this plane I feel the turbulence I maintain I will refrain Stay in my seat Till I reach the game I'm passenger of this plane I feel the turbulence I maintain I will refrain I stay in my seat I want you (I want you) Baby, I want you (Baby you know I want) I really really wanna (fuck) you Sho nuff wanna (fuck) you I want you Yes I do (I want you) Baby Baby, I want you (I know you know what I want) I really really wanna (fuck) you I really wanna (fuck) you Sho nuff wanna (fuck) you Sho nuff wanna Is there anything that you want Is there anything that you need Call on me (Ginuwine) Call on me (Ginuwine) Is there anything that you want Is there anything that you crave Call on me (Ginuwine) Cuz I'm a passenger of your plane Yeah Missy fly with me Missy fly with me, fly with me Missy drive with me Missy drive with me, drive with me |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
Close your eyes
Visualize Space and I verbalize You chastize But can't stop my enterprise Put your rhymes in a line Put your raps in a stack I'll break you and your singer like Jinga I mean um I spit like knee On you this tight thing Space nine enferno One verbs be frightening And for the sword fights tonight My entourage is in camoflauge Remove your mask Let down your visage But don't slip up Cause when I was in my ship That's when I get ripped up The whole world Fuck it G-S-E committee Got your panties shitty Click you sick Callosso with itty bitty Space and Missy Sip my style till your pissy Virgina bitch galactic *I be writing, writing, writing rhymes everyday Don't you say no more you don't want to battle Said I'm writing rhymes, writing rhymes everyday Don't you say no more you don't want to battle Mama, Daddy, you ain't, ready Act like you know me Fly, as friends be Sizzling, I'm chilling Man, you twisting You sissy, you dis me You wish we was fucking tight Auntie, Papa, Smoke lala Hallah, fala, don't bother to swalla This bottle of remmy, got plenty Of weed So give me, give me, give me, give me, give me, please See's, no one, fly like these Bees from over seas, we scratch our knees Please, little one, please You know my rhymes get tight When I smoke all night (chorus comes in) * Repeat We high tech like Timbo's Slap faces of dirty hoes N-Y-M-B-A Dirty combo when we play Swirl like the milky way Deep like my black hole I oppose, to expose Chemical gases up your nose Fade away like ozone Quazars, moves and shit Hey yo Missy, where da clip? I think I need a hit Shitty bees up in da place Wanna be down with whoever Be all up in his face but aint even on the level I pull your wig back Let of steam like nasty pools That heat be to hot Melt down, now up in pot Count down, 3-2-1, lift off Now over tize, Venus we circlize And mars we tantalize Comatize like Hale-Bopp Smoking trees non stop Then I send a televize from satelite on Nightline Yeah, wouldn't you like to get away To the moon We shine like stars Lock down like metal bars * Repeat My style is a one-in-a-million I flow on and on and on My rhymes give you a really good feeling All day long (repeat) |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
*Uhh Missy, yeah B.I.G.
Ha ha, yeah, I like that Uhh, it's the Q to the B to the double E, spittin' lovely And it don't stop, rocks shine through my tank top Where your bank stop, I deposit all the one drops (ha) Think not, excuse me but uh I like to flow Cause this joint knocks harder then Indicot and I be off the wall like the Lox, nightbox filled with Benjamins Me and my girl Misty gettin' pissy up in Bennigans Makin' all of you rappers begin again, like Fennigan Christians repent then sin again, girls wanna be my friend again Lay up in my crib up wit', get up in my linens and While Misdemenor hit notes like Sarafinna, I subpeona you To my funk grooves see, I hit you wit' the huhhh! She wit' ya with the heeeee! It wasn't your car that had me all in love with you (you) Cause I've got my own ride and a trunk full of tunes (tunes) I drive through your hood And I hit 'em with * Repeat I hit 'em with the hee I hit 'em with the I stop 'em with the haaa (I stop 'em with the haaa) Let's drink to you and me, let's drink to you and me Meet me at the bar, heee haaa heee haaa It wasn't your money that had me all sprung out (sprung out! sprung out sprung out) Cause I got my own account and my bills in large amount Aye hey hey I drive through your hood * Repeat I hit 'em with the hee I hit 'em with the I stop 'em with the haaa (I hit 'em wit' the hee, I hit 'em wit' the ha) Let's drink to you and me, let's drink to you and me Meet me at the bar (you can meet me at the bar) Long Iced Tea slurp me swiftly, meet me at the bar What's up star? we know who you are Shit, no shit I thought you hadn't noticed The way I roll this Dutch, the way I roll this Dutch Niggaz love my style too much (ha ha) Duck, here comes the shot Bang Bang pllllllrrr! Drop, me and Timbaland like haaa we takin over blocks Like a one billion bitch march I hit em with the heee I hit em with the haaaa I hit em with the hee I hit em with the haa I stop em with the haaa (hee hee ha) I hit em with the heee I hit em with the haaaa I hit em with the hee I hit em with the haa Meet me at the bar (meet me at the bar) Tell me where the party at, where the party at toot toot (You know what I'm sayin', we about to be out like this) Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot (for the year 2 thou, uh huh me Timberland remember me) Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot (Lil' Kim, none of ya'll, none of them wanna fuck with us) Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot (yeah we out nigga) |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
*Uhh Missy, yeah B.I.G.
Ha ha, yeah, I like that Uhh, it's the Q to the B to the double E, spittin' lovely And it don't stop, rocks shine through my tank top Where your bank stop, I deposit all the one drops (ha) Think not, excuse me but uh I like to flow Cause this joint knocks harder then Indicot and I be off the wall like the Lox, nightbox filled with Benjamins Me and my girl Misty gettin' pissy up in Bennigans Makin' all of you rappers begin again, like Fennigan Christians repent then sin again, girls wanna be my friend again Lay up in my crib up wit', get up in my linens and While Misdemenor hit notes like Sarafinna, I subpeona you To my funk grooves see, I hit you wit' the huhhh! She wit' ya with the heeeee! It wasn't your car that had me all in love with you (you) Cause I've got my own ride and a trunk full of tunes (tunes) I drive through your hood And I hit 'em with * Repeat I hit 'em with the hee I hit 'em with the I stop 'em with the haaa (I stop 'em with the haaa) Let's drink to you and me, let's drink to you and me Meet me at the bar, heee haaa heee haaa It wasn't your money that had me all sprung out (sprung out! sprung out sprung out) Cause I got my own account and my bills in large amount Aye hey hey I drive through your hood * Repeat I hit 'em with the hee I hit 'em with the I stop 'em with the haaa (I hit 'em wit' the hee, I hit 'em wit' the ha) Let's drink to you and me, let's drink to you and me Meet me at the bar (you can meet me at the bar) Long Iced Tea slurp me swiftly, meet me at the bar What's up star? we know who you are Shit, no shit I thought you hadn't noticed The way I roll this Dutch, the way I roll this Dutch Niggaz love my style too much (ha ha) Duck, here comes the shot Bang Bang pllllllrrr! Drop, me and Timbaland like haaa we takin over blocks Like a one billion bitch march I hit em with the heee I hit em with the haaaa I hit em with the hee I hit em with the haa I stop em with the haaa (hee hee ha) I hit em with the heee I hit em with the haaaa I hit em with the hee I hit em with the haa Meet me at the bar (meet me at the bar) Tell me where the party at, where the party at toot toot (You know what I'm sayin', we about to be out like this) Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot (for the year 2 thou, uh huh me Timberland remember me) Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot (Lil' Kim, none of ya'll, none of them wanna fuck with us) Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot (yeah we out nigga) |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
Nigga, waz up?
You think you tough, I'm fly shit Has a bitch, dope as fuck Sho nuff I'm guaranteed, no diggities Fight you like the fucking enemies You would think there's fucking ten of me When I'm sending these Blows, blows, hoes want to roll like hydro When I suck Timbaland's bone like you (barking in the background) Fido, I go Scoop Lil' Kim Me, she, her, them and him Gets high in a tunnel They see my Lexus comin They hear the bass rumblin They come quick, they come quick Like a dick, I make myself sick I'm so motherfuckin bad to the bone Like my titties are full blown *My style of rappin, my style I'm such such a good rapper, I'm such such a good rapper I give you good and plenty, yeah yeah My styles the bomb diggy, my style My style of rappin I'm such such a good rapper, I'm such a good rapper I give you good and plenty hmmm hmmm My style the bomb diggy I'm calling your cards like Sprint Can't be me, can't see me I'm low like Timb, ladies and gents Dogs, cats and babies Whoever but my style I hope you croak from the rabies Swayze,maybe I call your name Ain't that a fucking shame I'm too high for that I'm great like the dane Mane on main If you decide to put your hands On my fucking light Like the ciggarettes I light You must burn, you better learn From the pro Who rock shows after shows When it rains it pours I hurt like the cold souls My style polishes like nails and toes You know, know * Repeat You beg to be put on like cats Nigga know who I am Now you want to sing and dance You want to shake your stanky ass Well I'm sorry Sam God damn, ou ain't family You hounding me, pounding me With the same old story You bore me Lordy have mercy on all these groupies Sorry cutie Why you go and shake your bootie? Cause there's only one Lil' Kim The triple beam, the misdemean Nigga queen, whoomp, we Tag Team So hot we melt like ice cream Without the dick riding Dreams of smoking a California blunt I got the lyrics to make you feel it What you want nigga? I'm talking about my style I am the flyest then RZA now I'm talking about my style Let me tell you about Missy's style * Repeat Hey Timbaland be talking more shit And Lil' Kim be talking more shit Da Brat be talking more shit Busta Rhymes be talking more shit 702 talk shit And Aaliyah talk shit Ginuwine be talking more shit And I be talking more shit And Total be talking more shit Maganoo and St. Nick we be talking shit Jimmy talking shit too We out |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
I pulls up in my strech,I let my homegirls flex my 9-8
close and closer they follow in my Limo,playin' cd's of when I used to HeeeHee totally in my ass cheecks they sweat these beets,for any kinda jeeps,you know how I is,so freakin' hot that I siz,Geewiz,get my clothes taylored like I'm Liz,Miz,I'm commin' for your ass in a min,seconds or hours Everything I do seem to bloom like flowers,I cruse these beets like I'm drivin' Eddie Bauer,some of ya'll mc's mad I got the power,I hit you with the Pllllll pmm uhh,take that,niggaz wanna step well um UHH take that,what mmm uh uh take that,yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah *Izzy Izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah hard bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah Blizzy Blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay none of y'all fools ain't got shit on me *repeat M-A to the G double O my man Moe, smooth like Joe Timberland where you get the doe I'ma get my niggaz niggaz go and get ya hoes flows to come so natural I'ma take a stroll role this high droll I'ma take my ass to Pazzaz and Essoh slow oh down diggy diggy doh * Repeat (x2) You never heard beets like this before when me and Timberland walk throught the door our style be tighter then before, you like our steelo (repeat 2x) * Repeat |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
Yo, you have come almost to the close of my album
but before I go I just wanna thank God for staying with me through my ups and downs and through my whole period of doing this album, I want to thank Timbaland who came up with the beats and all the people who appeared on my album Make it hot, aight, I'm out |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
Bitches
I never wanna hang with bitches Since I turn Missy Every bitch I meet be booty lickin My ass they kissin But I feel like they way to picky I use to know a guy name Ricky Oh really? Don't piss me off and Son, better let ya'll know you lucky Cause if I come out buckin The whole world better be duckin Cause I roll with Puffy No Doubt Shit turned out get lucky No matter what you still love me You whack, you buggin *Pass da blunts on the left hand side Pass da blunts on the left hand side We got the beats You got the beats that make me jump, jump, jump We got the beats You got the beats that make me rocky dodi dum Pass da blunts on the left hand side Pass da blunts on the left hand side I got the rhymes I got the rhymes to make you jump, jump, jump I got the rhymes I got the rhymes to make you rocky dodi dum Niggas I always keep a good nigga I get him for his figures I A-K-A gold digga See me with him In a jewelry store Buyin glitta Should I not or should I? I'm a get em, I'm a get em Bitches They mad cause I be flossin Yeah this pussy costin Tired and we tossin You know I'm rockin Cause there will be no stoppin All that shit you poppin What that shit you talkin * Repeat Welcome y'all To Timbaland and Missy hit factory A lot of people try and sneak in And get the ingredients But I am da man behind the ingredients So please come to me with the recipe baby You see me on the videos And then you want to go and play me on the stereo Mic check 1-2-1-2 Here I go My style is supa dupa fly and yours is so so You see me on the videos And then you want to go and play me on the stereo Mic check 1-2-1-2 Here I go My style is supa dupa fly and yours is so so |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
Do it do it do it do it do it, no!
I was lookin for affection So I decided to go, swing that dick in my direction I'll be out of control Let's take it to perfection Just you and me Let's see if you can bring the bring the bring the nasty out of me Nownownow now sock it *Ooh ahh, sock it to me like you want to I can take it like a pro and you'll know Do it long bro with a back stroke My hormones are jumpin like a disco I be poppin mats like some Crisco. And all you gotta say is that Missy go And when you say it though I want it moved slow I'm at your house around midnight Don't fall asleep It'll just be me me me on a late night creep I'ma show you thangs,that you can't believe Jump in this b-e-beat And won't you sock it to me? * Repeat (x3) Uh why Missy be sockin it to niggaz like Ree-Ree The baddest industry bitches of the century Hit hard like penitentiary did, finally admitted that we the shit, combination on this lethal Poppin patron in the 600 with no see-through hundred with no see through 'cept for the repercussion fuckin with shit Like this we parlay puffin constantly makin niggaz suffer the consequence gotta get these ends bitch House in the Chi with a Caddy in Atlanta with a Benz Niggaz been huffin and puffin but ain't try shit Got cream motherfuckers steady ride quick Besides kid wanna but bust you shouldn't forget ends when you fuckin with me, you jealous cause I live more flushed Me and Missy been livin with the ?Harruss bein ruckast plus? When I'm sellin, never gon stop it, sockin it to niggaz and rockin it, droppin em on the spot, heat up and glock and wreck a shot, knockin you off of your socks Guaranteed platnium watch two of the coldest bitches get hot I be the B-R-A-T, her be Missy and we some bad bitches who be fuckin it up I'm the B-R-A-T, her be Missy and we some bad bitches who be fuckin it uuuup |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
(rock the joint)
Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window When the rain hits my window I take and {inhale, cough} me some indo Me and Timbaland, ooh, we sang a jangle We so tight, that you get our styles Tango Sway on dosie-do like you loco {singing} Can we get kinky tonight? Like CoCo, so-so You don't wanna play with my Yo-Yo I smoke my hydro on the dee-low {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window (against my window) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window (against my window) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window (against my window) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window (say what?) Yeah.. Beep beep, who got the keys to the Jeep? V-r-rrrrrrrooooom! (uh-huh) I'm drivin to the beach Top down, loud sounds, see my peeps (uhh) Give them pounds, now look who it be (who it be) It be me me me and Timothy (me me!) Look like it's bout to rain, what a shame (uh-huh) I got the Armor-All to shine up the stain Oh Missy, try to maintain Icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky.. {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) (uh-huh) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (say what? uh-huh, uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window (uh-huh) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window (yeah) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window (uh-huh) {singing} I can't stand the rain! I feel the wind Five six seven, eight nine ten Begin, I sit on Hill's like Lauryn Until the rain starts, comin down, pourin Chill, I got my umbrella My finger waves be dazed, they fall like Humpty Chumpy, I break up with him before he dump me To have me yes you lucky {singing} I can't stand the rain! (ha, uhh) {singing} 'gainst my window (uh-huh) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window (against my window) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window (what?) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window (uh) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (what?) (like that baby) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?) (uh-huh, stand the rain) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (what?) (can you stand the rain?) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?) (uh-huh, can you stand the rain?) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (what?) {singing} 'gainst my window (uh-huh) {singing} I can't stand the rain! {singing} 'gainst my window (huh) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (hmm..) {singing} 'gainst my window (yo) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (why not, break it down like dat) {singing} 'gainst my window (break it down baby) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) (yeah like that, uh-huh) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh, huh) (uhh.. Misdemeanor) {singing} I can't stand the rain! .. {singing} I can't stand the rain! .. * fades out * |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
Damn, he he he
Timbaland, we bout to lace em one mo time Uh huh, say what? He he he he, damn he he Timbaland, he he, yeah We bout to lace em one mo time Alright, yeah , ooh The M-I to the S-S They put that on my chest My car's the way that I flex And people say I'm dope as fuck They say I'm just too fly I make em wanna get high They want a piece of this pie But I'm just too damn chill for them No way I flip my shit It feels like a good hit And even if you buy it Nigga, you can't get smokin in this hay Nigga, what you got to say Iza bah bah zah zay Iza zah zah zah zay We ridin through your hood (hood) With a dollar dank (dank) And a S-L-K (what), and a 348, what 9 (uh) Two bad niggas, from the big VA(bay-ay) Twelve blunts a day (what) Chillin on the other side of the bay (bay) Who y'all think y'all is (is) Tryin to get with Mis (Mis) You tryin to dis You think you can beat us, shit (shit) Free them ill 1 to 12 She's in a Benz Free them ill creators Just, I'm a friend, what (what) I come back into my flow My people just don't know They hate the way that I hee They hate the way that I hee-haw Cuz I got too much doe You know my steelo So what you come here fo See, you don't wanna fuck wit me Get it off your chest You know who's the best See, there's no other yes That can get down like Missy So hit you off like this And you be the witness That I'm a sure gets dick Nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, a-heh Hey, yo Timbaland Yo, I'm a just (sue) Dance a little bit You don't mind if I get my boogie on do you? He he, yeah, know what I'm sayin? We don't gotta rhyme through the whole track The track is bangin by its self Know what I'm sayin? Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah They don't want To fuck with me They don't want 5X Ooh, ooh, to fuck with me Wanna fuck with me They don't want 3X Oh, oh, oh, to fuck with me No they don't They don't wanna They don't want No, no, no To fuck with me |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
I know there somebody out there who had a nasty
nasty friend who wanna go around humping everybody Can I get a hoe? You know what I'm saying? So I'ma talk about this one I had a fewa years ago I had a friend named Cutie Tootie Tootie turned tricks to get some Gucci Known as loose bootie Truly, she was a freak in the evenin And if she wasn't teasin, then give me one reason Why she do dat? Always knew dat She was hot as da nectar Hector said he pecked her, direspected her Cause he bang bang swang in his dingalang Broke his back long range And make the ugly bitch sing *Oooh oooh Why you hurtin me? Tell me why more Oooh oooh Oooh oooh Why you hurtin me? Tell me why more Oooh oooh Cutie Tootie with her sight And if she humped Ralph She humped Bobby, Ricky and Mike Tight, is the way she wore her dresses Has she learned her lesson From all the dick testing Now I'm guessing She's laying in a casket In a yellow basket For a Gucci jacket Daggit, I wish she didn't do those nasty things Cause he made the ugly bitch sing * Repeat Tootie didn't know the facts of life Staying up in clinics Loosy bootie made trife Feeling, she got the heeby geebies Quick to give you freebies Underneath the staircase in Brooklyn Neighbors out the window sure was lookin She greasy like chicken I don't give a cotton pick and She can do her thing Cause me and her don't hang The ugly bitch sang * Repeat So you know what? This should be a lesson for anybody who's hanging with someone who's dirty, nasty, stank Once again going around humping everybody Everybody and anybody and anything That's why you make the ugly bitch sing |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Supa Dupa Fly [Amended Version] (1997)
Missy: Yeah A little slow jam Kiss me Hold me The weatherman says it's gonna be Cold tonight Whatever man Whatever whatever whatever whatever whatever Whatever man you wanna do I'll be the pilot Don't miss your flight I'm stewardess of the plane Feel the turbulence and maintain Please refrain stay in your seats Until we reach the game I'm stewardess of the plane Feel the turbulence and maintain Please refrain stay in your seats Ginuwine: Take me higher Let's just go for a little Joy Ride Whatever man Whatever whatever whatever whatever Let's stay Buckled up And let's make love Across the friendly skies I'm passenger of this plane I feel the turbulence I maintain I will refrain Stay in my seat Till I reach the gate I'm passenger of this plane I feel the turbulence I maintain I will refrain I stay in my seat I want you (I want you) Baby, I want you (Baby you know I want) I really really wanna (fuck) you Sho nuff wanna (fuck) you I want you Yes I do (I want you) Baby Baby, I want you (I know you know what I want) I really really wanna (fuck) you I really wanna (fuck) you Sho nuff wanna (fuck) you Sho nuff wanna Is there anything that you want Is there anything that you need Call on me (Ginuwine) Call on me (Ginuwine) Is there anything that you want Is there anything that you crave Call on me (Ginuwine) Cuz I'm a passenger of your plane Yeah Electronic Voice: Missy fly with me Missy fly with me, fly with me Missy fly with me Missy fly with me, fly with me |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly [Amended Version] (1997)
Verse One: Close your eyes Visualize Space and I verbalize You chastize But can't stop my enterprise Put your rhymes in a line Put your raps in a stack I'll break you and your singer like Jinga I mean um I spit like knee On you this tight thing Space nine enferno One verbs be frightening And for the sword fights tonight My entourage is in camoflauge Remove your mask Let down your visage But don't slip up Cause when I was in my ship That's when I get ripped up The whole world Fuck it G-S-E committee Got your panties shitty Click you sick Callosso with itty bitty Space and Missy Sip my style till your pissy Virgina bitch galactic Chorus: I be writing, writing, writing rhymes everyday Don't you say no more you don't want to battle Said I'm writing rhymes, writing rhymes everyday Don't you say no more you don't want to battle Verse Two: Mama, Daddy, you ain't, ready Act like you know me Fly, as friends be Sizzling, I'm chilling Man, you twisting You sissy, you dis me You wish we was fucking tight Auntie, Papa, Smoke lala Hallah, fala, don't bother to swalla This bottle of remmy, got plenty Of weed So give me, give me, give me, give me, give me, please See's, no one, fly like these Bees from over seas, we scratch our knees Please, little one, please You know my rhymes get tight When I smoke all night (chorus comes in) Chorus Verse Three: We high tech like Timbo's Slap faces of dirty hoes N-Y-M-B-A Dirty combo when we play Swirl like the milky way Deep like my black hole I oppose, to expose Chemical gases up your nose Fade away like ozone Quazars, moves and shit Hey yo Missy, where da clip? I think I need a hit Shitty bees up in da place Wanna be down with whoever Be all up in his face but aint even on the level I pull your wig back Let of steam like nasty pools That heat be to hot Melt down, now up in pot Count down, 3-2-1, lift off Now over tize, Venus we circlize And mars we tantalize Comatize like Hale-Bopp Smoking trees non stop Then I send a televize from satelite on Nightline Yeah, wouldn't you like to get away To the moon We shine like stars Lock down like metal bars Chorus My style is a one-in-a-million I flow on and on and on My rhymes give you a really good feeling All day long (repeat |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly [Amended Version] (1997)
Uhh Missy, yeah B.I.G. Ha ha, yeah, I like that [Lil' Kim] Uhh, it's the Q to the B to the double E, spittin' lovely And it don't stop, rocks shine through my tank top Where your bank stop, I deposit all the one drops (ha) Think not, excuse me but uh I like to flow Cause this joint knocks harder then Indicot and I be off the wall like the Lox, nightbox filled with Benjamins Me and my girl Misty gettin' pissy up in Bennigans Makin' all of you rappers begin again, like Fennigan Christians repent then sin again, girls wanna be my friend again Lay up in my crib up wit', get up in my linens and While Misdemenor hit notes like Sarafinna, I subpeona you To my funk grooves see, I hit you wit' the huhhh! She wit' ya with the heeeee! [Missy] It wasn't your car that had me all in love with you (you) Cause I've got my own ride and a trunk full of tunes (tunes) I drive through your hood And I hit 'em with I hit 'em with the hee I hit 'em with the I stop 'em with the haaa (I stop 'em with the haaa) Let's drink to you and me, let's drink to you and me Meet me at the bar, heee haaa heee haaa [Missy] It wasn't your money that had me all sprung out (sprung out! sprung out sprung out) Cause I got my own account and my bills in large amount Aye hey hey I drive through your hood I hit 'em with the hee I hit 'em with the I stop 'em with the haaa (I hit 'em wit' the hee, I hit 'em wit' the ha) Let's drink to you and me, let's drink to you and me Meet me at the bar (you can meet me at the bar) [Missy] Long Iced Tea slurp me swiftly, meet me at the bar What's up star? we know who you are Shit, no shit I thought you hadn't noticed The way I roll this Dutch, the way I roll this Dutch Niggaz love my style too much (ha ha) Duck, here comes the shot Bang Bang pllllllrrr! Drop, me and Timbaland like haaa we takin over blocks Like a one billion bitch march I hit em with the heee I hit em with the haaaa I hit em with the hee I hit em with the haa I stop em with the haaa (hee hee ha) I hit em with the heee I hit em with the haaaa I hit em with the hee I hit em with the haa Meet me at the bar (meet me at the bar) Tell me where the party at, where the party at toot toot (You know what I'm sayin', we about to be out like this) Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot (for the year 2 thou, uh huh me Timberland remember me) Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot (Lil' Kim, none of ya'll, none of them wanna fuck with us) Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot (yeah we out nigga) |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly [Amended Version] (1997)
Verse One: Nigga, watz up? You think you tough, I'm fly shit Has a bitch, dope as fuck Sho nuff I'm guaranteed, no diggities Fight you like the fucking enemies You would think there's fucking ten of me When I'm sending these Blows, blows, hoes want to roll like hydro When I suck Timbaland's bone like you (barking in the background) Fido, I go Scoop Lil' Kim Me, she, her, them and him Gets high in a tunnel They see my Lexus comin They hear the bass rumblin They come quick, they come quick Like a dick, I make myself sick I'm so motherfuckin bad to the bone Like my titties are full blown Chorus: My style of rappin, my style I'm such such a good rapper, I'm such such a good rapper I give you good and plenty, yeah yeah My styles the bomb diggy, my style My style of rappin I'm such such a good rapper, I'm such a good rapper I give you good and plenty hmmm hmmm My style the bomb diggy Verse Two: I'm calling your cards like Sprint Can't be me, can't see me I'm low like Timb, ladies and gents Dogs, cats and babies Whoever but my style I hope you croak from the rabies Swayze,maybe I call your name Ain't that a fucking shame I'm too high for that I'm great like the dane Mane on main If you decide to put your hands On my fucking light Like the ciggarettes I light You must burn, you better learn >From the pro Who rock shows after shows When it rains it pours I hurt like the cold souls My style polishes like nails and toes You know, know Chorus Verse Three: You beg to be put on like cats Nigga know who I am Now you want to sing and dance You want to shake your stanky ass Well I'm sorry Sam God damn, ou ain't family You hounding me, pounding me With the same old story You bore me Lordy have mercy on all these groupies Sorry cutie Why you go and shake your bootie? Cause there's only one Lil' Kim The triple beam, the misdemean Nigga queen, whoomp, we Tag Team So hot we melt like ice cream Without the dick riding Dreams of smoking a California blunt I got the lyrics to make you feel it What you want nigga? I'm talking about my style I am the flyest then RZA now I'm talking about my style Let me tell you about Missy's style Chorus Hey Timbaland be talking more shit And Lil' Kim be talking more shit Da Brat be talking more shit Busta Rhymes be talking more shit 702 talk shit And Aaliyah talk shit Ginuwine be talking more shit And I be talking more shit And Total be talking more shit Maganoo and St. Nick we be talking shit Jimmy talking shit too We out |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly [Amended Version] (1997)
Verse One: I pulls up in my strech I let my homegirls flex my 9 8 close and closer they follow in my Limo playin' cd's of when I used to HeeeHee totally in my ass cheecks they sweat these beets for any kinda jeeps you know how I is so freakin' hot that I siz Geewiz get my clothes taylored like I'm Liz Miz I'm commin' for your ass in a min seconds or hours Everything I do seem to bloom like flowers I cruse these beets like I'm drivin' Eddie Bauer,some of ya'll mc's mad I got the power,I hit you with the Pllllll pmm uhh,take that,niggaz wanna step well um UHH take that,what mmm uh uh take that,yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Chorus: Izzy Izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah hard bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah Blizzy Blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay none of y'all fools ain't got shit on me *repeat* Verse two: M-A to the G double O my man Moe, smooth like Joe Timberland where you get the doe I'ma get my niggaz niggaz go and get ya hoes flows to come so natural I'ma take a stroll role this high droll I'ma take my ass to Pazzaz and Essoh slow oh down diggy diggy doh Chorus:2x Bridge:(Missy singin') You never heard beets like this before when me and Timberland walk throught the door our style be tighter then before, you like our steelo (repeat 2x) Chorus till end |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly [Amended Version] (1997)
Yo, you have come almost to the close of my album but before I go I just wanna thank God for staying with me through my ups and downs and through my whole period of doing this album, I want to thank Timbaland who came up with the beats and all the people who appeared on my album Make it hot, aight, I'm out |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly [Amended Version] (1997)
Bitches I never wanna hang with bitches Since I turn Missy Every bitch I meet be booty lickin My ass they kissin But I feel like they way to picky I use to know a guy name Ricky Oh really? Don't piss me off and Son, better let ya'll know you lucky Cause if I come out buckin The whole world better be duckin Cause I roll with Puffy No Doubt Shit turned out get lucky No matter what you still love me You whack, you buggin Chorus: Pass da blunts on the left hand side Pass da blunts on the left hand side We got the beats You got the beats that make me jump, jump, jump We got the beats You got the beats that make me rocky dodi dum Pass da blunts on the left hand side Pass da blunts on the left hand side I got the rhymes I got the rhymes to make you jump, jump, jump I got the rhymes I got the rhymes to make you rocky dodi dum Niggas I always keep a good nigga I get him for his figures I A-K-A gold digga See me with him In a jewelry store Buyin glitta Should I not or should I? I'm a get em, I'm a get em Bitches They mad cause I be flossin Yeah this pussy costin Tired and we tossin You know I'm rockin Cause there will be no stoppin All that shit you poppin What that shit you talkin Chorus [Timbaland] Welcome y'all To Timbaland and Missy hit factory A lot of people try and sneak in And get the ingredients But I am da man behind the ingredients So please come to me with the recipe baby You see me on the videos And then you want to go and play me on the stereo Mic check 1-2-1-2 Here I go My style is supa dupa fly and yours is so so You see me on the videos And then you want to go and play me on the stereo Mic check 1-2-1-2 Here I go My style is supa dupa fly and yours is so so |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly [Amended Version] (1997)
Do it (repeat 6X) No (repeat 3X) Verse One: Missy Elliott I was lookin for affection, so I decided to go Swing that up in my direction, I'll be outta control Let's take it to perfection, let's see if you can bring bring bring, the nasty out of me Len Len Len uhh won't you sock it 2 me Chorus: Missy Elliott Sock it ooh ahh Sock it 2 me like you want to ooh I can take it like a pro you know Move along pro with the backstroke My hormones jumpin like a disco I be poppin mess like some Crisco All you gotta say is where Missy go And when you say go I say move slow Verse Two: Missy Elliott I'm at your house around midnight, don't fall asleep It'll just be me me me, on a late night creep I'm gonna show you things, that you can't believe Jump in this be-e-beat, won't you sock it 2 me Chorus 3X Verse Three: Da Brat Why Missy be sockin it to niggaz like ReRe The baddest industry bitches of the century Hit hard, like penetentiary bars Finnaly admitted that we the shit combination on the see-through Poppin patron with Missy on the 600 with no see-through Suffer the repercussion, fuckin with shit like this We partay puffin constantly makin niggaz suffer the consequence Gotta get that ass bitch House in the Chi with a Candy in Atlanta with a Benz Niggaz been huffin and puffin but ain't try shit Got cream motherfuckers steady ride quick besides kids wanna bust But you shouldn't forget ends when you fuckin with me You jealous cause I live more flushed Me and Missy been livin with the (unknown) Harrass bein ruckest plus (unknown) When I'm sellin, never gonna stop it Sockin it 2 niggaz, droppin em on the spot Get up in the block around the shop, knockin you off of yo socks Guaranteed platinum, watch two of the coldest bitches get hot I be the B-R-A-T, her be Missy We be the bad bitches who be fuckin it up I be the B-R-A-T, her be Missy We be the bad bitches who be fuckin it up I'm yo' nigga for life ba-by Listen to ya we drive all these motherfuckers crazy You know what I'm sayin, yeah Timbaland I see you baby, I feel you Sock it 2 em goddamnit It's 9-7, this the motherfuckin bitch era What y'all niggaz wanna do The rat-tat-tat on that ass once more I'm out the door motherfucker, yeah |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly [Amended Version] (1997)
Me I'm supa fly supa dupa fly I can't stand the rain Me I'm supa fly sups dupa fly When the rain hits my window I take a puff, puff me some indo Me and Timbaland-ohh We tango-dango We so tight that you get our styles tangled Sway-lo dosi-do like you loco Can we get kinky tonight? Like CoCo , so so You don't wanna play with my Yo-Yo I smoke my hydro on the D-L Chorus:4x I can't stand tha' rain Against my window Beep Beep Who got the keys to tha' jeep? VRROOOOM I'm drivin to tha beach Top down Loud sounds see my peeps Give them pound Now look who it be It be me me me and Timothy Look lik eit baout to rain whatta shame I got tha armor all shine to tha stain Oh Missy Try and maintin Freaky Freaky Freaky Chorus I feel tha wind Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten Begin, I sit on Hills like Lauryn Until tha rain starts Comin down Pourin Chill I got my umbrella My finger waves these dats They fall like Humpty Chunky I break up with hime before he dump me To hav eme oh yes you lucky Chorus 1.5x |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly [Amended Version] (1997)
Damn, he he he Timbaland, we bout to lace em one mo time Uh huh, say what? He he he he, damn he he Timbaland, he he, yeah We bout to lace em one mo time Alright, yeah , ooh The M-I to the S-S They put that on my chest My car's the way that I flex And people say I'm dope as fuck They say I'm just too fly I make em wanna get high They want a piece of this pie But I'm just too damn chill for them No way I flip my shit It feels like a good hit And even if you buy it Nigga, you can't get smokin in this hay Nigga, what you got to say Iza bah bah zah zay Iza zah zah zah zay We ridin through your hood (hood) With a dollar dank (dank) And a S-L-K (what), and a 348, what 9 (uh) Two bad niggas, from the big VA(bay-ay) Twelve blunts a day (what) Chillin on the other side of the bay (bay) Who y'all think y'all is (is) Tryin to get with Mis (Mis) You tryin to dis You think you can beat us, shit (shit) Free them ill 1 to 12 She's in a Benz Free them ill creators Just, I'm a friend, what (what) I come back into my flow My people just don't know They hate the way that I hee They hate the way that I hee-haw Cuz I got too much doe You know my steelo So what you come here fo See, you don't wanna fuck wit me Get it off your chest You know who's the best See, there's no other yes That can get down like Missy So hit you off like this And you be the witness That I'm a sure gets dick Nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, a-heh |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly [Amended Version] (1997)
Missy Talking: I know there somebody out there who had a nasty nasty friend who wanna go around humping everybody Can I get a hoe? You know what I'm saying? So I'ma talk about this one I had a fewa years ago Verse One: I had a friend named Cutie Tootie Tootie turned tricks to get some Gucci Known as loose bootie Truly she was a freak in the evenin And if she wasn't teasin then give me one reason Why she do dat? Always knew dat She was hot as da nectar Hector said he pecked her, direspected her Cause he bang bang swang in his dingalang Broke his back long range And make the ugly bitch sing Chorus: Oooh oooh Why you hurtin me? Tell me why more Oooh oooh Oooh oooh Why you hurtin me? Tell me why more Oooh oooh Verse Two: Cutie Tootie with her sight And if she humped Ralph She humped Bobby, Ricky and Mike Tight, is the way she wore her dresses Has she learned her lesson From all the dick testing Now I'm guessing She's laying in a casket In a yellow basket For a Gucci jacket Daggit, I wish she didn't do those nasty things Cause he made the ugly bitch sing Chorus Verse Three: Tootie didn't know the facts of life Staying up in clinics Loosy bootie made trife Feeling, she got the heeby geebies Quick to give you freebies Underneath the staircase in Brooklyn Neighbors out the window sure was lookin She greasy like chicken I don't give a cotton pick and She can do her thing Cause me and her don't hang The ugly bitch sang Chorus Missy Talking: So you know what? This should be a lesson for anybody who's hanging with someone who's dirty, nasty, stank Once again going around humping everybody Everybody and anybody and anything That's why you make the ugly bitch sing |
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from Missy Elliott - Sock It 2 Me/The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)/Release The (1997)
I'm the best and that's B and that's capital
I hang low like testicles MCs when it come to these men who flow Hoes, better back up Fo' they get slapped up Pack up and go tell mommy That I'm back up You, you, you, you and your whole crew Whatcha whatcha whatcha gone do To me, that's M-I-double S-Y E When it's back to me It's gonna be some tragedy [Verse One] Mmmm What's your name Cause you've got me You wanna know What it be like What the deal is Where my man at Can you get with me You say you got the things that I need What's your name Cause you've got me You wanna know Who I roll with Who I be with Who I'm down with Do I like to do the nasty things that you do [CHORUS] Release some tension Break for, break for intermission For me and you, you start the kissing You'll see what you've been missing Release some, some of your tension Break for intermission For me and you, you start the kissing You'll see what you've been missing [VERSE TWO] Mmmmm You're so fine I wanna make you mine I wanna know Can I be with you Can you be with me On the count of three Me and you gonna get romantically You're so file I wanna make you mine I wanna know Do you got a girl Is she good to you I bet she wont do the things that I'll do to you [Repeat CHORUS] [Rap] Uh huh I be creeping and creeping With my peoples, my peoples With my homies, my homies We be smoking that reefer Trying to get (my) knees high Trying to get (my) knees high So I hit 'em with a broken bang (pop-pop) Turn me up a notch Neighbors wanna call the cops They can't stand to see me rock Every house is on the block Nigga knock Don't stop Nig-nig-nigga knock [Repeat CHORUS] |
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from Missy Elliott - Sock It 2 Me/The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)/Release The (1997)
(rock the joint) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly I can't stand the rain! (uh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) 'gainst my window Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly I can't stand the rain! (uh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) 'gainst my window Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) 'gainst my window When the rain hits my window I take and {inhale, cough} me some indo Me and Timbaland, ooh, we sang a jangle We so tight, that you get our styles Tango Sway on dosie-do like you loco Can we get kinky tonight? Like CoCo, so-so You don't wanna play with my Yo-Yo I smoke my hydro on the dee-low I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (against my window) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (against my window) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (against my window) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (say what?) Yeah.. Beep beep, who got the keys to the Jeep? V-r-rrrrrrrooooom! (uh-huh) I'm drivin to the beach Top down, loud sounds, see my peeps (uhh) Give them pounds, now look who it be (who it be) It be me me me and Timothy (me me!) Look like it's bout to rain, what a shame (uh-huh) I got the Armor-All to shine up the stain Oh Missy, try to maintain Icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky.. I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) (uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! (say what? uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (yeah) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! I feel the wind Five six seven, eight nine ten Begin, I sit on Hill's like Lauryn Until the rain starts, comin down, pourin Chill, I got my umbrella My finger waves be dazed, they fall like Humpty Chumpy, I break up with him before he dump me To have me yes you lucky I can't stand the rain! (ha, uhh) 'gainst my window (uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (against my window) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) 'gainst my window (what?) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (uh) I can't stand the rain! (what?) (like that baby) I can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?) (uh-huh, stand the rain) I can't stand the rain! (what?) (can you stand the rain?) I can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?) (uh-huh, can you stand the rain?) I can't stand the rain! (what?) 'gainst my window (uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! 'gainst my window (huh) I can't stand the rain! (hmm..) 'gainst my window (yo) I can't stand the rain! (why not, break it down like dat) 'gainst my window (break it down baby) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) (yeah like that, uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! (uh, huh) (uhh.. Misdemeanor) I can't stand the rain! .. I can't stand the rain! .. fades out |
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from Missy Elliott - Sock It 2 Me/The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)/Release The (1997)
(rock the joint) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly I can't stand the rain! (uh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) 'gainst my window Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly I can't stand the rain! (uh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) 'gainst my window Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) 'gainst my window When the rain hits my window I take and {inhale, cough} me some indo Me and Timbaland, ooh, we sang a jangle We so tight, that you get our styles Tango Sway on dosie-do like you loco Can we get kinky tonight? Like CoCo, so-so You don't wanna play with my Yo-Yo I smoke my hydro on the dee-low I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (against my window) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (against my window) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (against my window) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (say what?) Yeah.. Beep beep, who got the keys to the Jeep? V-r-rrrrrrrooooom! (uh-huh) I'm drivin to the beach Top down, loud sounds, see my peeps (uhh) Give them pounds, now look who it be (who it be) It be me me me and Timothy (me me!) Look like it's bout to rain, what a shame (uh-huh) I got the Armor-All to shine up the stain Oh Missy, try to maintain Icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky.. I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) (uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! (say what? uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (yeah) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! I feel the wind Five six seven, eight nine ten Begin, I sit on Hill's like Lauryn Until the rain starts, comin down, pourin Chill, I got my umbrella My finger waves be dazed, they fall like Humpty Chumpy, I break up with him before he dump me To have me yes you lucky I can't stand the rain! (ha, uhh) 'gainst my window (uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (against my window) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) 'gainst my window (what?) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (uh) I can't stand the rain! (what?) (like that baby) I can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?) (uh-huh, stand the rain) I can't stand the rain! (what?) (can you stand the rain?) I can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?) (uh-huh, can you stand the rain?) I can't stand the rain! (what?) 'gainst my window (uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! 'gainst my window (huh) I can't stand the rain! (hmm..) 'gainst my window (yo) I can't stand the rain! (why not, break it down like dat) 'gainst my window (break it down baby) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) (yeah like that, uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! (uh, huh) (uhh.. Misdemeanor) I can't stand the rain! .. I can't stand the rain! .. fades out |
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from Can'T Hardly Wait (더 이상 참을 수 없어) by David Kitay [ost] (1998)
Uhh Missy, yeah B.I.G. Ha ha, yeah, I like that [Lil' Kim] Uhh, it's the Q to the B to the double E, spittin' lovely And it don't stop, rocks shine through my tank top Where your bank stop, I deposit all the one drops (ha) Think not, excuse me but uh I like to flow Cause this joint knocks harder then Indicot and I be off the wall like the Lox, nightbox filled with Benjamins Me and my girl Missy gettin' pissy up in Bennigans Makin' all of you rappers begin again, like Fennigan Christians repent then sin again, girls wanna be my friend again Lay up in my crib up wit', get up in my linens and While Misdemenor hit notes like Sarafinna, I subpeona you To my funk grooves see, I hit you wit' the huhhh! She wit' ya with the heeeee! [Missy] It wasn't your car that had me all in love with you (you) Cause I've got my own ride and a trunk full of tunes (tunes) I drive through your hood And I hit 'em with I hit 'em with the hee I hit 'em with the I stop 'em with the haaa (I stop 'em with the haaa) Let's drink to you and me, let's drink to you and me Meet me at the bar, heee haaa heee haaa [Missy] It wasn't your money that had me all sprung out (sprung out! sprung out sprung out) Cause I got my own account and my bills in large amount Aye hey hey I drive through your hood I hit 'em with the hee I hit 'em with the I stop 'em with the haaa (I hit 'em wit' the hee, I hit 'em wit' the ha) Let's drink to you and me, let's drink to you and me Meet me at the bar (you can meet me at the bar) [Missy] Long Iced Tea slurp me swiftly, meet me at the bar What's up star? we know who you are Shit, no shit I thought you hadn't noticed The way I roll this Dutch, the way I roll this Dutch Niggaz love my style too much (ha ha) Duck, here comes the shot Bang Bang pllllllrrr! Drop, me and Timbaland like haaa we takin over blocks Like a one billion bitch march I hit em with the heee I hit em with the haaaa I hit em with the hee I hit em with the haa I stop em with the haaa (hee hee ha) I hit em with the heee I hit em with the haaaa I hit em with the hee I hit em with the haa Meet me at the bar (meet me at the bar) Tell me where the party at, where the party at toot toot (You know what I'm sayin', we about to be out like this) Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot (for the year 2 thou, uh huh me Timbaland remember me) Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot (Lil' Kim, none of ya'll, none of them wanna fuck with us) Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot (yeah we out nigga) |
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from Nicole - Make It Hot (1998)
Uhh 1 2 hit me
Dag nigga let me breathe Let me know what you need Why you keep on asking me Where I go and why I leave Can I kick it can I relax Can I kick it I be back Can I kick it whats up with that I know you mad and thats a fact [Nicole Verse One] My man he got an attitude cause He think I been messing round but All I do is just sit at home, and Wait until he return my call, and Why is it that he dont trust me Is it that hes the one messing up, see I should be the one whos questioning Why my man is always asking [Chorus (sung by Missy and Nicole)] Where I been Where I go Who Im with Am I out , messing up When will I, be back Am I out, in the streets, doing stuff (repeat x2) [Nicole - Verse Two] My man, he been acting crazy He thinks I been changing lately He thinks I been out here spotting And if he ask me, Ill tell him where I been I been home just waiting, waiting He been out just playing, playing My man, he dont want me to go nowhere Then if I go, he needs to know [Repeat CHORUS] [Bridge {Missy} and Nicole] Oooh, oooh {uh huh uh huh} Oooh, oooh {uh huh uh huh} Oooh, oooh, listen to me sing {and all the ladies say} Oooh, oooh {uh huh uh huh} Oooh, oooh {uh huh uh huh} Oooh, oooh {uh huh uh huh} Oooh, oooh {where I been} [Repeat Chorus] [Mocha - Rap] You jokin right Wanna grab this open mic Peeps got you all hyped Thinkin that you flowin tight But you knew, thats the way it had to be, baby M-O-to the muthafucking-C-H-A Must be crazy Competing with ours Broken out, your copper whip, that got too many miles What you think, cant even get the wheels on my ve-hi-cle Any year, we in style You aint here, we got power [Missy - Spoken] Yo, heheh, whatcha say Missy (fucka fucked up now) Nicole Wray (fucka fucked up now) Mocha Lenny Gerard, you know my squad Timbaland Aaliyah Ginuwine Playa Maganoo, how we do Yo we out, 1-2 |
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from No Fool No More (Radio Edit) (1998)
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[Missy] When I through my uh!! in it I split it Mess around, make you ask who did it Forget your pride go admit My stank butt make you wonder who shitted Whoa there kitty Got a fitty from the city got a minute now I'm chillin (Talk to me now) No time you silly Fakin me like you Milli Vanilli When they play this in the club they go nuts Sweat all night 'till it smell like must So Busta whats to discust? I don't know but boy whats up (Throw it up, throw it up girl) Boy you pretty I got a bitty from the city and my hair looking pretty Oh you didn't No bullshit and you gonna get it [Busta Rhymes] Yo, I'm a get it and give it to all y'all Hopin' you niggas is ready for another free fall Overall niggas need to get up off the wall If they wanna brawl Missy give me a call Yo, not at all everytime I raid the rift Before we bust yo' ass better plead the 5th Shut your mouth you niggas talk to much in my house Me and Missy lets get this money thats what I'm talkin about Then you come nigga wanna be down Shootin' your load I hope you know we got the rebound Real quick break fool know we blow your mind Off the hook nigga fix your telephone line When we come through tell me what you gonna do Give me my money quick so then I can thank you Word is born you knowin' I only get better Everytime supafly dangerous elements get together [Chorus 2x] She's Mrs. Supafly He's Mr. Dangerous And if you bust then they gonna bust And one of us gonna have to duck [Missy] When I play this in my jeep you'll see How this beat, rumble under my feet (Under my feet, yeah) Go ahead, you cute If you cute then I get cute too Go ahead Missy I got many so many men I got plenty (What what) I ain't kindin, dance alone why don't you come dance wit me When I bumped this one the left they go deaf Bust yo ear drums until none left (Till none left) Whoa there Busta, they don't like us, they don't love us well fuck em Oh you silly you don't kill me you don't feel me, boy you illin We ain't dealin If no drinks then we ain't chillin [Busta Rhymes] Yo Miss Supafly let me hit me and Missy we gonna get all up in it All in a minute get wit it When I was young gettin' babysitted A nigga blow the spot up make you ask who did it Contact everytime I touch a track Freak out wiggle your funny bone and bounce back yo Nigga see me in the back (Who dat?) You don't know my name I'm knowin motherfucker (True dat) You wack you better improve your shit When I bounce on beats lyrics might abuse your shit Make music so I can lose your mind So hide when I finish make you wanna press for wine Nigga see the DJ cuttin' it up Bringin' it back rippin' the track you know we fuckin it up Got you suckin it up My nigga chill out, make you ill out And watch all of the Moet spill out |
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from Whitney Houston 4집 - My Love Is Your Love (1998)
Hey, this is Whitney and Missy, y'all
Ninety-nine, uh Hey Missy, can ya believe this girl? Misdemeanor, Missy Misdemeanor, uh Ya heard? Hey baby, I get so many people Telling me they seen you up in the mall Are they mistaken? All up on some chick as though I don't exist, what is this, oh *Why they all in our business It's just too ridiculous I can't get no sleep They just keep warning me Should I believe them They say I don't need it Don't they know I make up my mind, my mind Haunting me Too many people say you're fakin' me They ask what have you done lately They say we won't last They're predicting that it's over, it's over Too many girls that dislike me Since I got you they wanna fight me Cuz I'm the chick walking 'round with the ring Tell me why these ho's, they don't even like me Too many girls that dislike me Since I got you they wanna fight me Cuz I'm the chick walking 'round with the ring Tell me why these ho's, they don't even like me *Repeat Oh boy, it's all the love that you've given They mad cuz all this love they missing That's why they stay up in my business They are up in our business *Repeat Why y'all in my business Heh, get a job |
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from Mariah Carey - Heartbreaker [single] (1999)
Gimme your love (Repeat) Gimme your love VERSE 1: Oh your love's so good I don't want to let go And although I should I can't leave you aione 'Cause you're so disarming I'm caught up-in the midst of you And I cannot resist at all VB 1: Boy if I do The things you want me to The way I used to do Would you love me baby Or leave me feeling used Would you go and break My heart? CHORUS 1: Heartbreaker You got the best of me But I just keep on coming back lncessantly Oh why did you have to Run your game on me I should have known Right from the start You'd go and break my heart VERSE 2: lt's a shame to be So euphoric and weak When you smile at me And you tell me the things That you know persuade Me to relinquish my love To you But I cannot resist at all REPEAT VB 1 REPEAT CHORUS JAY-Z RAP OUTRO Heartbreaker You got the best of me But I just keep on coming back lncessantly Oh why did you have to Run your game on me I should have known Right from the start You'd go and break my heart REPEAT CHORUS |
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from Missy Elliott - She's A Bitch [single] (1999)
To the M-I prrrrrrrr, cat like a semi Nigga stole my car, why'nt you get my Give yo' ass a black eye Oh, say bye-bye I'mma give your body to the sky Run through your clique Nigga, you pissed on trip I'mma have to bust you in your lips And the whips better have a whole lotta chips Cuz I ain't for no nigga givin' tips She's a bitch When you say my name Talk mo' junk but won't look my way She's a bitch See I got more cheese So back on up while I roll up my sleeves 1 - She's a bitch You can't see me, Joe Get on down while I shoot my flow She's a bitch When I do my thing Got the place on fire, burn it down to flame Roll up in my car, don't stop, won't stop I'mma keep in rockin' til the clock don't tock I'mma keep it hot, light my ass on fire I'mma grab a philly, go and roll it at the bar Whatcha talk? Whatcha say? Huh? Gotta flow, gotta move it slow, huh? Better you runnin' out the door, huh? You gon' be a long lost soul, whacha say? Yippe yi yo, yippe yi yi yay Put me on stage, watchin' niggas feel me Put my shit on wax, watch it blaze like May Go yippe yi yo yippe yi yi yay 55, 65, hike 75, 85, test the mic 95, Missy wild for the night 105, I'mma keep the crowd hyped 2 - She's a bitch When they say my name Talk mo' junk but won't look my way She's a bitch See I got mo' cheese Back on up while I roll up my sleeve She's a What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? Whatchu know about Timothy, lemme know Eat an MC like Cease, lemme know If he get drunk lean on me, lemme know I'm about to bust like pee, feel me now Anybody know my skills, what the deal Anybody feel my skills, it's the real Anybody wanna come fuck wit us still Anybody gotta get the hoe by they pill Repeat 2 Repeat 1 |
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from Missy Elliott - She's A Bitch [single] (1999)
To the M-I prrrrrrrr, cat like a semi Nigga stole my car, why'nt you get my Give yo' ass a black eye Oh, say bye-bye I'mma give your body to the sky Run through your clique Nigga, you pissed on trip I'mma have to bust you in your lips And the whips better have a whole lotta chips Cuz I ain't for no nigga givin' tips She's a bitch When you say my name Talk mo' junk but won't look my way She's a bitch See I got more cheese So back on up while I roll up my sleeves 1 - She's a bitch You can't see me, Joe Get on down while I shoot my flow She's a bitch When I do my thing Got the place on fire, burn it down to flame Roll up in my car, don't stop, won't stop I'mma keep in rockin' til the clock don't tock I'mma keep it hot, light my ass on fire I'mma grab a philly, go and roll it at the bar Whatcha talk? Whatcha say? Huh? Gotta flow, gotta move it slow, huh? Better you runnin' out the door, huh? You gon' be a long lost soul, whacha say? Yippe yi yo, yippe yi yi yay Put me on stage, watchin' niggas feel me Put my shit on wax, watch it blaze like May Go yippe yi yo yippe yi yi yay 55, 65, hike 75, 85, test the mic 95, Missy wild for the night 105, I'mma keep the crowd hyped 2 - She's a bitch When they say my name Talk mo' junk but won't look my way She's a bitch See I got mo' cheese Back on up while I roll up my sleeve She's a What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? Whatchu know about Timothy, lemme know Eat an MC like Cease, lemme know If he get drunk lean on me, lemme know I'm about to bust like pee, feel me now Anybody know my skills, what the deal Anybody feel my skills, it's the real Anybody wanna come fuck wit us still Anybody gotta get the hoe by they pill Repeat 2 Repeat 1 |
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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 (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 (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 (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 (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 (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 (1999)
Missy]
This is for my ghetto motherfuckers Uh hey Are you really a hot boy Oh check me [Verse One] What's your name cause I'm impressed Can you treat me good I won't settle for less You a hot boy a rock boy A fun toy tote a glock boy Where you live is it by yourself Can I move wit' you do you need some help I'll cook boy I'll give you more I'ma fly girl and I like those [CHORUS] Hot boyz Baby YOU got what I want See yall be drivin' those Lexus jeeps, and Benz jeeps and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin' cheaper wit' the Platinum Visa Hot boyz Baby YOU got what I want See yall be drivin' Jaguars, and the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin' hardball wit' the Platinum Visa [Verse Two] Is that your car, the SK8 Are you ridin' alone, can I be your date Come get me, get me Don't dis me, don't trick me I got some friends, can they come too Can you hook 'em up wit' some boyz like you A hot boy, a rock boy A top boy, and I like those [Repeat CHORUS] [Rap] Yo, I'ma dig in yo pockets Dig in yo wallets Money I'm foundin' Yea you got my heart poundin' You a hot boy, drive a drop boy With a lot boy, and you tote a glock boy Don't give me no reason I know that you treatin', these diamonds I'm needin' Make me believe it I want alot boy, with a hot boy Got a fun toy, and you tote a glock boy Hot boyz Baby YOU got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin' you like instantly Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps (ooh ooh) And the Bentley's, and the Jaguars, and the fly cars (ooh ooh) Where you at (ooh ooh) Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps (ooh ooh) And the Bentley's, and the Jaguars, and the fly cars (ooh ooh) Where you at (ooh ooh, yea yea, yea yea, my boyz) Hot boyz [Lil' Mo] Hot boyz, I like 'em like that |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World (1999)
It's all about (yo) Lady Saw and Missy (can you feel me) An the next thing is about (yo) The big bashing party (can you feel me, what?) I'm feelin you Timbaland, I'm feelin you (yo) Yo (can you feel me, what?) And we wind up when we a listen dis now, check, AY [Missy] There's a party I'm up in the club and I'm drinking I'm drunk off the Alize As I hear the record spins it seems to take over me So I move side to side an it's something inside that controls me As I walk to the D.J and I say [1] - Mr. D.J., spin it one more time We gonna play it back to back, we gon' rock it two times Move your feet with me, move your hands with me See how easy it's gon' be for you and me, you see [2] - Mr. D.J., spin it one more time We gonna play it back to back, we gon' rock it two times Move your feet with me, move your hands with me See how easy its gon' be for you.. [Missy] You say your a baller Cause you up in the club, fakin like you got dough, with your dollars To my peoples with me money let me hear you holler We're gonna party like no other party, don't stop til the morning but before I go this is what I say [Chorus] [Repeat 1, then 2] [Bridge] - M.I.S.S.Y, Y.S.S.I.M, M.I.S.S.Y, M.I.S.S.Y, Y.S.S.I.M [Lady Saw] Mr. D.J play that one more time, so me and missy elliot can move we waistline, yo, tell the guys don't waste we time, cause we under the ganja plus the red wine yo, there a party over here and say its phat you know, let go me hand so me can look for man ya now, you see me face and me know that me red ya know, buy all the bar cause me friend them rich ya know, know, know, uh what me say yo yo, we'll be dancing until tomorrow, no other party is slammin you wan go, sweating and wetting like me in a me sauno, fit like me just done a dance with me tae-bo, bo, bo, uh! What me say, me say yo, tell the D.J. fe play an no better stop, spin it again rewind from the top, Misdemeanor the Saw plus the Elli-ott when we drop ya know that's uh road block, block, block, ya can't block, road block, block, a road block, ya don't know its all about Missy Elliot, ya wan star ever thing is ever thing, SEEN? Its a party, and ya da'no its all about weight.... |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World (1999)
Being caught up in the fame
A part of the glamour and glitz Platinum rings and different things How easy we forget For it is him, the Lord Almighty Who allows us our success When you on top above the charts How easy we forget Do you think without him You would be who you are? For if he made Heaven and earth He also made you a star So as we reach the year two thousand You know there's one higher than us And I come to be that tool to tell you In God we must trust Love you |
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To the M-I prrrrrrrr, cat like a semi Nigga stole my car, why'nt you get my Give yo' ass a black eye Oh, say bye-bye I'mma give your body to the sky Run through your clique Nigga, you pissed on trip I'mma have to bust you in your lips And the whips better have a whole lotta chips Cuz I ain't for no nigga givin' tips She's a bitch When you say my name Talk mo' junk but won't look my way She's a bitch See I got more cheese So back on up while I roll up my sleeves 1 - She's a bitch You can't see me, Joe Get on down while I shoot my flow She's a bitch When I do my thing Got the place on fire, burn it down to flame Roll up in my car, don't stop, won't stop I'mma keep in rockin' til the clock don't tock I'mma keep it hot, light my ass on fire I'mma grab a philly, go and roll it at the bar Whatcha talk? Whatcha say? Huh? Gotta flow, gotta move it slow, huh? Better you runnin' out the door, huh? You gon' be a long lost soul, whacha say? Yippe yi yo, yippe yi yi yay Put me on stage, watchin' niggas feel me Put my shit on wax, watch it blaze like May Go yippe yi yo yippe yi yi yay 55, 65, hike 75, 85, test the mic 95, Missy wild for the night 105, I'mma keep the crowd hyped 2 - She's a bitch When they say my name Talk mo' junk but won't look my way She's a bitch See I got mo' cheese Back on up while I roll up my sleeve She's a What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? Whatchu know about Timothy, lemme know Eat an MC like Cease, lemme know If he get drunk lean on me, lemme know I'm about to bust like pee, feel me now Anybody know my skills, what the deal Anybody feel my skills, it's the real Anybody wanna come fuck wit us still Anybody gotta get the hoe by they pill Repeat 2 Repeat 1 |
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Party Time (Uh uh)
Uh (Say what?) Uh huh (Yo) Uh (Say what) Uh huh, uh huh Uh Uh (What) Uh huh (One more) Uh (Yo, yo bring it to me) Come here baby, let me blow your mind I'mma spit shine like turpentine I love niggas, all different kinds I'mma show you all how to work the spine If you a playa then you sure ain't mine I'mma cut you off like circumcise I'm a real chick and it no surprise If you dialin' me then you must realize 1 - I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick I got gats but don't make me use it I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it Shake my ass down to the music I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick I got gats but don't make me use it I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it I'mma shake my ass down to the music Come on baby let's do the bump Keep drinking up 'til you get me drunk Don't front, smoke a pound of funk Something real quick like uuuh, uuuh Got tens in the back of the jeep If you got a friend and he all on me Could it be he's a fan of me? Or could it be he see that I'm Missy? Repeat 1 Eh baby, why you trippin' for? Cause I'm on top and you're down below You want me or you want my dough? Cause if it's my dough, then you hit the do' Eh yo boo, I think you know That I got gats and they crack the floor Missy take shit no more So all that talk is no, no, no Repeat 1 (4x) Yo Misdemeanor, uh Timothy, uh And Aaliya uh Motherfucker now, uh Ginuwine, uh Maganoo, uh Drop, play it One two, motherfucker |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World (1999)
Uh uh (yea yea)
Uh uh (yea yea) 99 uh uh (yea yea) what you got boo) [Aaliyah (Missy) Verse One] I was in love wit' you (yea) And you couldn't do no wrong in my eyes When I found out the scoop on you (yea) It was still too hard for me to realize That I needed to be through' wit you (yea) Cuz you're the reason I can't eat or sleep (yea) All the girls you runnin' through (yea) Used to be best friends, down wit' me [CHORUS] When I'm gone, you're alone You stickin' them chickens 'til I get home When I'm home, you're wit' me Kissin' on my ass, tryna be wit' me Well it's done, this I know Seen it for myself, I'ma let you know You don't play, games wit' me But before I go, betta leave my dough [Missy - Verse Two] I'ma fool for you (yea) But you seem to think my love's a joke (it aint a joke boo) I get no love from you (yea) Like all these times I did before I think I'll pass on you (yea) Because of the way you been actin' lately I get no cash from you (yea) If you want me to stay, you must be cra-crazy [Repeat CHORUS] [CHORUS TWO] Dedication It was jus a bad relation (yes it was, yes it was) When I think it cuts my insides The tears, they fall deep down from my eyes (repeat) [Bridge - Aaliyah & Missy ] Doo doo doo, doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo, doo doo doo (wha say what, uh uh uh) Doo doo doo, doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo (Da Brat) [Da Brat] I want it al' from the motherfuckin' house, down to the dogs You trickin' off with these chickens, I thought you ain't have no flaws Keep yo dick in they jaws, Peter shoulda stayed in his draws Now I'm out the door and you cant claim me no more The loss is yours How you gonna slumber wit' a bitch I'm supposed to be cool wit' Went to grade school wit', couldn't pay me to believe you hit it To think I footed all the bills and now you breakin ' Stop accusin' me of that dumb shit I don't even participate in You wasted my valuable time there's money to make Scared to set foot in another relationship cuz of the heartache Heartbreak Hotel no not Faith, Kelly, and Whitney, no it's Brat, Aaliyah and Missy You miss me cuz we finished I'll just keep the keys to the 20 inch rim ride with the TVs in it You don't need it, beat it, it's mine Kiss my ass like your heart was in it (stupid ass) Keep stickin' them chickens Send Peter straight to the clinic nigga [Missy] See I'ma give you your props tho You like a bad ass motherfucker Runnin' two bitches at one time When I'm flyin' out, she flyin' in Sayin' the same shit, spittin' the same game Who the fuck you think I am Willy Limpdick or somebody, forget you man That's why us bitches gonna stick together Bitch |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World (1999)
Yo this the Queen Bee
And I came to say a little somethin' On my girl Missy shit You see I got somethin' to say That's right I got a problem I got a problem wit all ya'll muthafuckers out there That got a problem wit us calling ourselves a bitch Yeah that's right I said it muthafucker bitch what You see bitch is a strong word And only strong bitches can use that muthafucken' terminology Bitch I mean if you can't wear the name Don't try to use it, shucks Throw your hands up if you like to get high Make a phat beat so we can party all night If you got beef you gotta take it outside Throw your wrists up and lemme see your ice shine Throw your hands up if you like to get high To make a phat beat so we can party all night If you got beef you gotta take it outside Throw your wrists up and lemme see your ice shine |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World (1999)
Baby]
Uh, what's happenin? What Uptown, New Orleans in this bitch with VA, you understand? With this hot girl, Missy Fuckin with these Uptown Guerillas, you dig? If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense Do yo' thing girl [Missy] Y'all don't wanna gimme my props? I'mma have to lick two shots on my glock Pop-pop the enemy 'till he drop Make his whole body go hibbie-to-the-hop Well I won't stop 'till I get up to the top Gotta blow any other state off the block And I got a whole lotta chedda in my pock's You better gimmie giimme five mics, gimme props Say you sick of my clique and my shit 'Cause I got a whole lotta hits and no tricks Just a bass line, few snares, few kicks Make the whole industry wanna go and bit I say you sit, we sit, I sit While I go shit on a mix like this Say you spit, I spit, we spit But you can't fuck with a nigga like this Check me out [1] - Hatin' on us but ya can't resist If you come hard, better come legit We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident If you think not, then you bound to sit Hatin' on us but ya can't resist If you come hard, better come legit We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident We gon' show you so you best believe it [Missy] Y'all don't wanna put me on front On the front page, all the shit I don' done? Now you wanna fuck around and grade my shit? Let's talk about the million niggas who bit It's only one Timothy from the V. And the whole industry goin' beep-beep Now I gotta go change up my beats So another nigga won't duplicate me Yeah I got styles, got shows, videos And my shows, it grows, it grows And I sing, I flow, I blows And I know y'all niggas know When I come swift with the one-two kick If ya got a blunt, got a light, got it lit Yeah, don't stop, won't stop, won't quit And I made 1.6 admit, check me out [Repeat 1] [B.G.] I'm that nigga that tote them AK's B.G. is what they call me I be in them project hallways Beef with me, you gon' be sorry Me and my niggas'll shut yo' block down We got K's so, put them glocks down You scared to come outside Them Hot Boys got you on lock-down This nigga here from CMB Roll with a clique about 20 deep Cause I made a mill', it don't mean I ain't gonna keep it real with my peeps All I have is thugs in my clique All my nigga's, they come off the street Now all of a sudden hoe's on my dick Cause I'm on BET and MTV [Juvenile] It ain't no secret, this nigga be project Getting paid, that's what's my object Ain't none of you nigga's gon' stop this Cause I'm 'bout makin' a profit I'm all about getting it locked, dog Don't wanna be on the block, yo Cause bitches be makin' them tye calls While I be makin' drop offs Mannie Fresh, he hooked me up too To the playa hater's I say, fuck you You needs to worry 'bout you Instead of what to not do Juvenile don' hooked up with Missy Bitches gon' hate me, bitches gon' dis me Alota you nigga's gon' miss me I'mma be here, you gon' be history [Repeat 1] [Repeat 1] [Missy] If you come hard, better come legit (Say what? Oh, ah huh) If you come hard, better come legit (Oh, uh) We gon' show you, so you best believe [Timbaland] What, uh What, what What, what What, what What, what Um hmm, Hot boys It's all gravy Missy Timbaland We out Gimme that Gimme that Oh, gimme that Gimme that Gimme that, gimme that Gimme that gimme that, gimme that Oh, yeah |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World (1999)
We made love, now you gone
Now you don't wanna claim me no more Told your boys, you never knew You never kissed or held me in your arms How dare you even leave Me looking like I'm lying on you When you said it's all about me I believe it cuz you made believe 1 - If you did it, then you did it Boy, you don't have to lie Once you hit, then you hit it I'm no chick on the side Just forget it, gon' omit it Don't you, don't you dare try You done hit it, you done hit it More than, more than two times Repeat 1 You changed your phone, won't call me back Now I can't even get in touch with you See how you do, I never knew That you would deny this love I'm servin' you That ain't cool, I'm hatin' you Because you was the first to make the move Now you say you never knew You make your boys think that I'm some crazy fool Repeat 1 Repeat 1 You know we did it, yep we did it boy Why must you lie? I drove your whip, you picked me up You told me, meet you outside We had some blunts like what the.. Gettin' high in your ride Getting mushy, want some pussy Get your biggest supply Yeah, we did it, you was with it That was all on your mind Then you hit it, can't admit it Then you wastin' my time I won't forget it, need to quit it Put it all behind Why you did it, why you did it If you gon' have to lie Bone me, phony Sex me then you disown me Homies told me This is how all dogs will be Repeat 1 (4x) Yeah, yeah More than two times Uh, chicky chicky, uh |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World (1999)
[Missy]
Now see, the one thing I like about the niggas Is that they can fess up to one of they boys That they been sleepin' wit' the same chick, and laugh about it But see, a woman, could never admit to another woman That she been sleepin' wit' her man Cuz if that ever happened to me I would call your house and be like, yo Don't you gotta man Why you fuckin' wit' mine See, I been through bad times Get yo' mind off mines You must be lonely Why you messin' wit' me But it won't be easy To get my baby [Missy |
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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 [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 - 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 [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 [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 [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 [Amended Version] (1999)
Missy]
This is for my ghetto motherfuckers Uh hey Are you really a hot boy Oh check me [Verse One] What's your name cause I'm impressed Can you treat me good I won't settle for less You a hot boy a rock boy A fun toy tote a glock boy Where you live is it by yourself Can I move wit' you do you need some help I'll cook boy I'll give you more I'ma fly girl and I like those [CHORUS] Hot boyz Baby YOU got what I want See yall be drivin' those Lexus jeeps, and Benz jeeps and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin' cheaper wit' the Platinum Visa Hot boyz Baby YOU got what I want See yall be drivin' Jaguars, and the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin' hardball wit' the Platinum Visa [Verse Two] Is that your car, the SK8 Are you ridin' alone, can I be your date Come get me, get me Don't dis me, don't trick me I got some friends, can they come too Can you hook 'em up wit' some boyz like you A hot boy, a rock boy A top boy, and I like those [Repeat CHORUS] [Rap] Yo, I'ma dig in yo pockets Dig in yo wallets Money I'm foundin' Yea you got my heart poundin' You a hot boy, drive a drop boy With a lot boy, and you tote a glock boy Don't give me no reason I know that you treatin', these diamonds I'm needin' Make me believe it I want alot boy, with a hot boy Got a fun toy, and you tote a glock boy Hot boyz Baby YOU got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin' you like instantly Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps (ooh ooh) And the Bentley's, and the Jaguars, and the fly cars (ooh ooh) Where you at (ooh ooh) Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps (ooh ooh) And the Bentley's, and the Jaguars, and the fly cars (ooh ooh) Where you at (ooh ooh, yea yea, yea yea, my boyz) Hot boyz [Lil' Mo] Hot boyz, I like 'em like that |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World [Amended Version] (1999)
[Lady Saw]
It's all about (yo) Lady Saw and Missy (can you feel me) An the next thing is about (yo) The big bashing party (can you feel me, what?) I'm feelin you Timbaland, I'm feelin you (yo) Yo (can you feel me, what?) And we wind up when we a listen dis now, check, AY [Missy] There's a party I'm up in the club and I'm drinking I'm drunk off the Alize As I hear the record spins it seems to take over me So I move side to side an it's something inside that controls me As I walk to the D.J and I say 1- Mr. D.J., spin it one more time We gonna play it back to back, we gon' rock it two times Move your feet with me, move your hands with me See how easy it's gon' be for you and me, you see 2- Mr. D.J., spin it one more time We gonna play it back to back, we gon' rock it two times Move your feet with me, move your hands with me See how easy its gon' be for you.. [Missy] You say your a baller Cause you up in the club, fakin like you got dough, with your dollars To my peoples with me money let me hear you holler We're gonna party like no other party, don't stop til the morning but before I go this is what I say [Chorus] Repeat 1, then 2 Bridge - M.I.S.S.Y, Y.S.S.I.M, M.I.S.S.Y, M.I.S.S.Y, Y.S.S.I.M [Lady Saw] Mr. D.J play that one more time, so me and missy elliot can move we waistline, yo, tell the guys don't waste we time, cause we under the ganja plus the red wine yo, there a party over here and say its phat you know, let go me hand so me can look for man ya now, you see me face and me know that me red ya know, buy all the bar cause me friend them rich ya know, know, know, uh what me say yo yo, we'll be dancing until tomorrow, no other party is slammin you wan go, sweating and wetting like me in a me sauno, fit like me just done a dance with me tae-bo, bo, bo, uh! What me say, me say yo, tell the D.J. fe play an no better stop, spin it again rewind from the top, Misdemeanor the Saw plus the Elli-ott when we drop ya know that's uh road block, block, block, ya can't block, road block, block, a road block, ya don't know its all about Missy Elliot, ya wan star ever thing is ever thing, SEEN? Its a party, and ya da'no its all about weight.... |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World [Amended Version] (1999)
Being caught up in the fame
A part of the glamour and glitz Platinum rings and different things How easy we forget For it is him, the Lord Almighty Who allows us our success When you on top above the charts How easy we forget Do you think without him You would be who you are? For if he made Heaven and earth He also made you a star So as we reach the year two thousand You know there's one higher than us And I come to be that tool to tell you In God we must trust Love you |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World [Amended Version] (1999)
To the M-I prrrrrrrr, cat like a semi Nigga stole my car, why'nt you get my Give yo' ass a black eye Oh, say bye-bye I'mma give your body to the sky Run through your clique Nigga, you pissed on trip I'mma have to bust you in your lips And the whips better have a whole lotta chips Cuz I ain't for no nigga givin' tips She's a bitch When you say my name Talk mo' junk but won't look my way She's a bitch See I got more cheese So back on up while I roll up my sleeves 1 - She's a bitch You can't see me, Joe Get on down while I shoot my flow She's a bitch When I do my thing Got the place on fire, burn it down to flame Roll up in my car, don't stop, won't stop I'mma keep in rockin' til the clock don't tock I'mma keep it hot, light my ass on fire I'mma grab a philly, go and roll it at the bar Whatcha talk? Whatcha say? Huh? Gotta flow, gotta move it slow, huh? Better you runnin' out the door, huh? You gon' be a long lost soul, whacha say? Yippe yi yo, yippe yi yi yay Put me on stage, watchin' niggas feel me Put my shit on wax, watch it blaze like May Go yippe yi yo yippe yi yi yay 55, 65, hike 75, 85, test the mic 95, Missy wild for the night 105, I'mma keep the crowd hyped 2 - She's a bitch When they say my name Talk mo' junk but won't look my way She's a bitch See I got mo' cheese Back on up while I roll up my sleeve She's a What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? Whatchu know about Timothy, lemme know Eat an MC like Cease, lemme know If he get drunk lean on me, lemme know I'm about to bust like pee, feel me now Anybody know my skills, what the deal Anybody feel my skills, it's the real Anybody wanna come fuck wit us still Anybody gotta get the hoe by they pill Repeat 2 Repeat 1 |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World [Amended Version] (1999)
Party Time (Uh uh)
Uh (Say what?) Uh huh (Yo) Uh (Say what) Uh huh, uh huh Uh Uh (What) Uh huh (One more) Uh (Yo, yo bring it to me) Come here baby, let me blow your mind I'mma spit shine like turpentine I love niggas, all different kinds I'mma show you all how to work the spine If you a playa then you sure ain't mine I'mma cut you off like circumcise I'm a real chick and it no surprise If you dialin' me then you must realize 1 - I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick I got gats but don't make me use it I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it Shake my ass down to the music I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick I got gats but don't make me use it I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it I'mma shake my ass down to the music Come on baby let's do the bump Keep drinking up 'til you get me drunk Don't front, smoke a pound of funk Something real quick like uuuh, uuuh Got tens in the back of the jeep If you got a friend and he all on me Could it be he's a fan of me? Or could it be he see that I'm Missy? Repeat 1 Eh baby, why you trippin' for? Cause I'm on top and you're down below You want me or you want my dough? Cause if it's my dough, then you hit the do' Eh yo boo, I think you know That I got gats and they crack the floor Missy take shit no more So all that talk is no, no, no Repeat 1 (4x) Yo Misdemeanor, uh Timothy, uh And Aaliya uh Motherfucker now, uh Ginuwine, uh Maganoo, uh Drop, play it One two, motherfucker |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World [Amended Version] (1999)
Uh uh (yea yea)
Uh uh (yea yea) 99 uh uh (yea yea) what you got boo) [Aaliyah (Missy) Verse One] I was in love wit' you (yea) And you couldn't do no wrong in my eyes When I found out the scoop on you (yea) It was still too hard for me to realize That I needed to be through' wit you (yea) Cuz you're the reason I can't eat or sleep (yea) All the girls you runnin' through (yea) Used to be best friends, down wit' me [CHORUS] When I'm gone, you're alone You stickin' them chickens 'til I get home When I'm home, you're wit' me Kissin' on my ass, tryna be wit' me Well it's done, this I know Seen it for myself, I'ma let you know You don't play, games wit' me But before I go, betta leave my dough [Missy - Verse Two] I'ma fool for you (yea) But you seem to think my love's a joke (it aint a joke boo) I get no love from you (yea) Like all these times I did before I think I'll pass on you (yea) Because of the way you been actin' lately I get no cash from you (yea) If you want me to stay, you must be cra-crazy [Repeat CHORUS] [CHORUS TWO] Dedication It was jus a bad relation (yes it was, yes it was) When I think it cuts my insides The tears, they fall deep down from my eyes (repeat) [Bridge - Aaliyah & Missy ] Doo doo doo, doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo, doo doo doo (wha say what, uh uh uh) Doo doo doo, doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo (Da Brat) [Da Brat] I want it al' from the motherfuckin' house, down to the dogs You trickin' off with these chickens, I thought you ain't have no flaws Keep yo dick in they jaws, Peter shoulda stayed in his draws Now I'm out the door and you cant claim me no more The loss is yours How you gonna slumber wit' a bitch I'm supposed to be cool wit' Went to grade school wit', couldn't pay me to believe you hit it To think I footed all the bills and now you breakin ' Stop accusin' me of that dumb shit I don't even participate in You wasted my valuable time there's money to make Scared to set foot in another relationship cuz of the heartache Heartbreak Hotel no not Faith, Kelly, and Whitney, no it's Brat, Aaliyah and Missy You miss me cuz we finished I'll just keep the keys to the 20 inch rim ride with the TVs in it You don't need it, beat it, it's mine Kiss my ass like your heart was in it (stupid ass) Keep stickin' them chickens Send Peter straight to the clinic nigga [Missy] See I'ma give you your props tho You like a bad ass motherfucker Runnin' two bitches at one time When I'm flyin' out, she flyin' in Sayin' the same shit, spittin' the same game Who the fuck you think I am Willy Limpdick or somebody, forget you man That's why us bitches gonna stick together Bitch |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-01-09
Subject : Missy Elliott - Under Construction (Elektra,2002)
