************************************************** Work It[Intro] DJ, please pick up your phone, I'm on the request line This is a Missy Elliott one-time exclusive, come on [Chorus] Is it worth it? Let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup If you got a big—, let me search ya And find out how hard I gotta work ya Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup C'mon [Verse 1] I'd like to get to know ya so I could show ya Put the pussy on ya like I told ya Give me all your numbers so I can phone ya Your girl acting stank, then call me over Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa Call before you come, I need to shave my chocha You do or you don't or you will or won't ya? Go downtown and eat it like a vulture See my hips and my tips, don't ya? See my ass and my lips, don't ya? Lost a few pounds and my waist for ya This the kinda beat that go ra-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah Work it, I need a glass of water Boy, oh boy, it's good to know ya C'mon [Chorus] Is it worth it? Let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup If you got a big—, let me search ya And find out how hard I gotta work ya Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup C'mon [Bridge] If you a fly gal, get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy, lift it up, let's make a toast-a Let's get drunk, that's gonna bring us closer (Okay) Don't I look like a Halle Berry poster? See the Belvedere playing tricks on ya (Ah) Girlfriend wanna be like me, never You won't find a bitch that's even better (Ah) I make you hot as Las Vegas weather Listen up close while I take it backwards ​sdrawkcab ti ekat ot ekil yssiM yaw eht hctaW I'm not a prostitute, but I could give you what you want I love your braids and your mouth full of fronts Love the way my ass go bum-bum-bum-bum (Huh) Keep your eyes on my bum-bum-bum-bum-bum (Okay) You think you can handle this badonka-donk-donk (Woo) Take my thong off and my ass go boom (Ugh) Cut the lights on so you see what I could do (C'mon) [Chorus] Is it worth it? Let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup (Ooh) If you got a big—, let me search ya And find out how hard I gotta work ya Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup (Huh) Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup (C'mon) C'mon [Bridge] Boys, boys, all type of boys Black, White, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys (C'mon) Why-thai, thai-o-toy-o-thai-thai Rock-thai, thai-o-toy-o-thai-thai (C'mon) Girls, girls, get that cash If it's 9 to 5 or shaking your ass (Aha) Ain't no shame, ladies do your thing (C'mon) Just make sure you ahead of the game [Verse 3] Just 'cause I got a lot of fame super Prince couldn't get me change my name, papa Kunta Kinte a slave again, no sir Picture Blacks saying, “Oh yes'a, massa” Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor Minute Man, Big Red could outlast ya Who is the best? I don't have to ask ya When I come out, you won't even matter (Ugh) Why you act dumb like, uhhhh, duh? So you act dumb like, uhhhhh, duh As the drummer boy go ba-rom-pop-pom-pom (Ooh) Give you some-some-some of this Cinnabun (C'mon) [Chorus] Is it worth it? Let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup (Ooh) If you got a big—, let me search ya And find out how hard I gotta work ya Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup C'mon [Break] To my fellas (Ooh, good god!) I like the way you work that (Uh-huh, la-la-la-la) To my ladies (Whoo! Good god!) You sure know how to work that [Outro] Yeah, it's Missy Elliott! I hope y'all enjoying what y'all heard so far I was sittin' here thinkin' like Big Daddy Kane and Public Enemy Salt n Pepa, Lyte, EPMD, LL, Run-DMC KRS-One, Rakim Most of them artists used to dance And still get respected in the street Don't be scared to Bankhead or Bogo Or move as far as sold Michael Jackson 43 million Shoot, errbody have the zipper jacket And half of these thugs have the glove to match, ya feel me? Yo, it's ok though, if you wanna be hard and ice grill And Harlem Shake at the same time, whatever Let's just have fun, it's hip-hop man, this is hip-hop! ************************************************** WTF (Where They From)[Produced by Pharrell] [Intro] [Hook: Missy Elliott (Pharrell)] (Shorty what?) The dance that you doing is dumb How they do it where you from? (Ayy!, Triflin'!) Stickin' out your tongue Girl, but you know you're too young A bunch of girls do it and the shit look fun That's how they do it where we from (Ayy!) You know it don't start till one That's how they do it where they from [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] I'm so faded, no exaggeration (What?) Backs breakin' like a percolation (What?) Boys to the yard for some hip spankin' Where you make it drop down like you in the matrix (Yeah!) Can't take it, them chicks been fakin' (What?) Y'all still sleep, better stay awakened (What?) Hot new dance for the hood to make it Make the donk move fast, make them think you drinkin' (Yeah!) Head to the floor don't collect that though (What?) You better huddle up cause the beat's so cold (Huh?) Pop that, pop that, cock and reload (Huh?) This another hit, I got an ace in the hole (What?) Boys on my back, playa, did you peep that? You got a small stack, playa, you can keep that (Huh?) I'm a Big Mac make you wanna eat that Like m-m-m-m-m, yak it to the yak (Yeah?) Junk in the trunk make you pumps in the bump Girls wanna have fun make you stickin' out your tongue (What?) [Hook: Missy Elliott] Shorty what? The dance that you doing is dumb How they do it where you from? Stickin' out your tongue girl But you know you're too young A bunch of girls do it and the shit look fun That's how they do it where we from You know it don't start till one That's how they do it where they from [Verse 2: Pharrell] I come into this bitch like liquid Drip, drip, then the business Click, click, get your picture Hermés Trismegistus Witness and get lifted Basic, nigga I was born in the basement Shape shift, nigga, I think like a spaceship False, oh-nah-nah-nah I am so different than y'all, so far apart The way that I balance the bars I never fall, and if I do I just call The almighty yellow star, God Lyrically I'm Optimus Prime The car I drive; La FER-RAR-I When I go by, smoke in your eyes So open your eyes, the joke's on you guys And you ain't gotta be a mason to see through Some of this shit on occasion [Hook: Missy Elliott] Shorty what? The dance that you doing is dumb How they do it where you from? Stickin' out your tongue, girl But you know you're too young A bunch of girls do it and the shit look fun That's how they do it where we from You know it don't start till one That's how they do it where they from [Verse 3: Missy Elliott] I'm like kak-a-rak-a-rak-rak-a-rak-a-rak Make a new track, make 'em fall on they crack Give 'em a slap, appetizer and smack I'm so fat in the back, make the boys all collapse Yeah, when I rap they be all on my jack Boys wanna jump on this pussy cat (Prrrr) Got a new idea, let me switch it Man, I'm so futuristic Big lips and big, big, big hips Body be thick like a biscuit Different, rippin' shit, microphone grippin' it Gettin' these Benjamins, new car, whippin' it Uh, I'm so far ahead of ya'll, man I'm on top of the stars I don't care none of you are, blah-blah-blah-blah You best to go rewrite your bars [Outro Missy Elliott & (Pharrell)] Shawty what? How they do it where you from? (Triflin'!) How they do it where you from? That's how they do it where we from That's how they do it where they from Shawty what? How they do it where you from? (Hey!) How they do it where you from? That's how they do it where we from That's how they do it where they from ************************************************** Get Ur Freak On[Intro] Kore kara minna de mechakucha odotte Sawagou sawagou Headbanger Hit me Hit me (Hit me) Hit me, hit me (Yeah) Hit me Give me some new shit (Yeah) Give me some new shit (Yeah) Give me some new shit (Yeah) Give me some new shit [Verse 1] Missy be puttin' it down I'm the hottest 'round I told y'all mother— (Skrt), y'all can't stop me now Listen to me now I'm lastin' twenty rounds And if you want me, nigga, then come on, get me now (Yes) Is you with me now? (Yes) Then biggie-biggie-bounce (Yes) I know you dig the way I sw-sw-switch my style Holla, people, sing around (Yes) Now, people, gather 'round (Yes) Now, people, jump around (Go) [Chorus] Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your, get your, get your (Go), get your, get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your, get your, get your (Go), get your, get your freak on [Verse 2] Who's that bitch? People you know (Yes) Me and Timbaland been hot since twenty years ago (Yes) What the dealio? Now what the drilly, yo? (Yes) You wanna battle me then, nigga, let me know (Yes) Holla, got to feel it, son Let me throw you some (Maut mujhko, yes) People, here I come (Yes) Now sweat me when I'm done (Yes) We got the radio shook like we got a gun (Go) [Chorus] Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your, get your, get your (Go), get your, get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your, get your, get your (Go), get your, get your freak on [Verse 3] Quiet! (Shh) Hush your mouth Silence when I spit it out (Hah-choo!) In your face Open your mouth, give you a taste Holla, ain't no stoppin' me Copywritten so don't copy me Y'all do it sloppily And y'all can't come close to me (Yes) I know you feel me now (Yes) I know you hear me loud (Yes) I scream it loud and proud (Yes) Missy gon' blow it down (Yes) People gon' play me now (Yes) In and out of town (Yes) 'Cause I'm the best around (Yes) With the crazy style (Go) [Chorus] Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your, get your, get your (Go), get your, get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your freak on (Go) Get your, get your, get your (Go), get your, get your freak on [Outro] Ichi, ni, san, ji ************************************************** Gossip Folks[Intro: People in background chatting] Yo, yo yo move out of the way We got Missy Elliott coming through Girl that is Missy Elliott she lost a lot of weight Girl I heard she eats one cracker a day Oh well I heard the bitch was married to Tim and started fucking with Trina I heard the bitch got hit with three zebras and a monkey I can't stand the bitch no way [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] When I walk up in the piece I ain't gotta even speak I'm a bad mamajama Goddammit, motherfucker, you ain't gotta like me How you stuntin' these hoes Need to talk, what you know And stop talking 'bout who I'm sticking and licking Just mad it ain't yours I know y'all poor, y'all broke Y'all job just hanging up clothes Step to me, get burnt like toast Motherfuckers, adios, amigos Halves halves wholes wholes I don't brag, I mostly boast From the VA to the LA coast Izzo kizzay, lezzy goh\ [Chorus] Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch! Hilzzoo? My gizzirl! Brillzing her izzin! Izzo kizzay! Izzall rizzight... Izzo kizzay! Izzall rizzight! Nizzow wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee! [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] When I pull up in my whip Bitches wanna talk shit I'm driving, I'm glad and I'm styling And these motherfuckers ask, "Did you see it?" I'm gripping these curbs SKRRT! Did ya heard? I love 'em, my feathers, my furs, ahh! I fly like a bird Chickenheads on the prowl Who you tryna fuck now? Now you ain't getting loud Better calm down 'fore I smack your ass down I need my drums, bass high Has to be my snare, strings, horns, yes I need my Tim sound, right, left Izzo kizzay, looky here [Chorus] Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch! Hilzzoo? My gizzirl! Brillzing her izzin! Izzo kizzay! Izzall rizzight... Izzo kizzay! Izzall rizzight! Nizzow wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee! [Bridge: Missy] I don't go out my house, shorty, you just waiting to see Who gon' roll up in the club and then report that next week Just wanna see who I am fucking, boy sniffing some coke I know by the time I finish this line, I'ma hear this on the radio [Verse 3: Ludacris] Yeah, uh huh, okay Once upon a time in College Park Where they live life fast and they scared of dark There was a little nigga by the name of Chris Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit Knowing he could rap, no one lifted hands So he went about his business and devised a plan Made a CD and then he hit the block 50 thousand sold, seven dollars a pop Hold the phone, three years later Stepped out the swamp in ten-and-a-half gators Now all around the world on the microphone He leave the booth smelling like Burberry cologne Still riding chrome Got bitches in the kitchen, never home alone And he's on the grind Please let me know if he's on your mind And respect, you'll give me Ludacris, I live LOUD like Timmay Fuck, have to clear these rumors I got a headache, and it's not a tumor Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight Sprayed, so I never let the bedbugs bite Hard to the core, core to the rotten Jump down, turn around, pick a bale of cotton Yahh! [Chorus] Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch! Hilzzoo? My gizzirl! Brillzing her izzin! Izzo kizzay! Izzall rizzight... Izzo kizzay! Izzall rizzight! Nizzow wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee! [People in the background chatting] Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real I know I know, I don't even care about her being preganant by Michael Jackson You know what we should do We should go get her album when it comes out There she go, there she go, there she Heeeey Misssy [Missy] Hi Missy? What's up fools? You think I ain't knowin y'all broke, Milli Vanilli J.J. Fad wannabes ain't over here gossiping bout me? Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents So your lights won't get cut off You soggy breasts, cow stomachs Yo take those baby GAP shirts off, too You just mad cuz Payless ran outa plastic pumps for the after party Yo by the way, go get my album Damn! [Chorus/Outro] Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch! Hilzzoo? My gizzirl! Brillzing her izzin!--(Echos) ************************************************** I’m Better[Hook: Lamb] I'mma start it from the bottom Show you how to flip a dollar I got food in my dining room I'm better, I'm better, I'm better It's another day, another chance I wake up, I wanna dance So as long as I got my friends... I'm better, I'm better, I'm better [Verse 1: Missy] He say I'm hot, I'm so fuego Pull up on him in my vehicle He say I'm pretty, I'm pretty You must be from Brazil, or must be from México Roll up on him in my Lambo Jump out like skrrrt, yeah bro You need a chick like me to make you wanna leave them other broads, you don't know nann hoe [Bridge: Missy] Yeah he got bands in the Bando Missy got dudes in Orlando Plus I got cars that he paying for Man I be too much to handle Watch what I do, when I get up on you Pop potential in my room and zoom in the poom He watching my body like he watching Scandal But I'm just here, with my girls [Hook: Lamb] I'mma start it from the bottom Show you how to flip a dollar I got food in my dining room I'm better, I'm better, I'm better It's another day, another chance I wake up, I wanna dance So as long as I got my friends... I'm better, I'm better, I'm better [Verse 2: Missy] Missy so hot, I'm from VA The car that I drive be Ferr-ar-i My clique is so thick and the boys they be hollin' and whistlin' At me like damn bae Man I'm 3000, I'm André Yo Missy talk big, I'm so grande Bruce Lee on the beat, I don't compete with none of these geeks I just rant like I'm Kanye [Bridge 2: Missy] Yeah he got bands in the Bando Missy got dudes in Orlando And I be driving cars he paying for He say I'm too much, I'm a handful He watching my body like watching he Scandal But I'm just here, with my girls [Hook: Lamb] I'mma start it from the bottom Show you how to flip a dollar I got food in my dining room I'm better, I'm better, I'm better It's another day, another chance I wake up, I wanna dance So as long as I got my friends... I'm better, I'm better, I'm better [Verse 3: Missy] Brand new flow when I rap DJ, bring that back You ain't ever heard a track like that Shit might slap, booty go clap Roll up in the Benz Looking like a ten, stack When I rock, make it bop, in my car And it bang-bang-bang like (tune-out noise) go blap-blap-blap [Bridge 3: Missy] Yeah he got bands in the Bando Missy got dudes in Orlando Buying me bags and new shoes and new cars and everything I know that he paying for Yeah he be hooking me up Yeah he be looking me up Watch what I do, when I get up on you Pop potential and zoom in the poom [Hook: Lamb] I'mma start it from the bottom Show you how to flip a dollar I got food in my dining room I'm better, I'm better, I'm better It's another day, another chance I wake up, I wanna dance So as long as I got my friends... I'm better, I'm better, I'm better ************************************************** The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)[Intro: Missy Elliott & Timbaland] [*Yawning*] Run the track [Chorus: Missy Elliott & Ann Peebles] Me I'm super fly, super dupa fly (I can't stand the rain) Supa dupa fly Me I'm super fly, (against my window) super dupa fly (I can't stand the rain) supa dupa fly Me I'm super fly, (against my window) super dupa fly (I can't stand the rain) supa dupa fly Me I'm super fly, (against my window) [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] When the rain hits my window I take and *cough* me some indo Me and Timbaland, ooh, we sang a jangle We so tight that you get our styles tangled Sway on dosie-do like you loco Can we get kinky tonight? Like Coko, so-so You don't wanna play with my Yo-Yo I smoke my hydro on the D-low (D-D-D-D-D-low) [Hook: Ann Peebles] I can't stand the rain against my window I can't stand the rain against my window I can't stand the rain against my window I can't stand the rain against my window I can't stand the rain [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] Beep, beep, who got the keys to the Jeep, vroom I'm driving to the beach Top down, loud sounds, see my peeps Give them pounds, now look who it be It be me, me, me and Timothy Look like it's 'bout to rain, what a shame I got the Armor-All to shine up the stain Oh, Missy, try to maintain Icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky [Hook: Ann Peebles] I can't stand the rain against my window I can't stand the rain against my window I can't stand the rain against my window I can't stand the rain against my window I can't stand the rain [Verse 3: Missy Elliott & Ann Peebles] I feel the wind 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 9, 10 Begin, I sit on Hills like Lauryn Until the rain starts coming down, pouring Chill, I got my umbrella My finger waves these days, they fall like Humpty Chumpy, I break up with him before he dump me To have me, (I can't stand the rain), yes, you lucky (against my window) [Outro: Ann Peebles] I can't stand the rain against my window I can't stand the rain against my window I can't stand the rain against my window I can't stand the rain I can't stand the rain I can't stand the rain I can't stand the rain I can't stand the rain against my window I can't stand the rain against my window I I can't stand the rain against my window I can't stand the rain against my window I can't stand the rain I can't stand the rain I can't stand the rain I can't stand the rain ************************************************** Lose Control[Intro: Fatman Scoop] Music make you lose control, music make you lose control Let's go! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Here we go now, here we go now, here we go now, here we go now (Music make you lose control) Misdemeanor's in the house Ciara's in the house Misdemeanor's in the house Fatman Scoop-man Scoop-man Scoop.. [Verse 1: Missy] I got a cute face, chubby waist Thick legs, in shape Rump shakin, both ways Make you do a double take Planet rocker, show stopper Flow proper, head knocker Beat scholar, tail dropper Do my thang, motherfucker My Rolls Royce, Lamborghini Blue Madina, always beamin Rag top, chrome pipes Blue lights, outta sight (Long weave) sewed in (Say it again) sewed in Make that money, throw it in Booty bouncin, gone head [Hook: Ciara & Missy Elliott (Fatman Scoop)] Everybody here - get it out of control Get your backs off the wall, cause Misdemeanor said so Everybody (Just throw your hands in the air!) Everybody (Just throw your hands in the air!) Everybody (Just throw your hands in the air!) Everybody (Just throw your hands in the air, let's go) [Breakdown 1: Ciara, Missy (Fatman Scoop)] Well my name is Ciara, for all you fly fellas No one, can do it better (She'll sing on acapella) Boy the music makes me lose control (Now bring it back now!) We gon' make you lose control (1-2-3, let's go) And let it go, 'fore you know, you gon' hit the flo' [Verse 2: Missy (Missy & Ciara)] I rock to the beat till I'm (Tired) I walk in the club it's (Fire) Get it crunk and wired Wave your hands scream (Louder) If you smoke then fire it up Bring the roof down and (Holla) If you tipsy stand up DJ turn it (Louder) Take somebody by the waist and uhh! Now throw it in they face like uhh! Hypnotic robotic, this here will rock yo' bodies Take somebody by the waist and uhh! Now throw it in they face like uhh! Systematic ecstatic THIS HIT BE AUTOMATIC [Bridge: Missy, Fatman Scoop] Work me, work, work (Work dat, work dat) Work me, work, work (Work dat, work dat) Work me, work, work (Work dat, work dat) Work me, do it right Hit the floor, hit the floor (Yes) Hit the floor, hit the floor (Work) Hit the floor, hit the floor Hit the floor (Whooo) [Hook: Ciara & Missy Elliott (Fatman Scoop)] Everybody here - get it out of control Get your backs off the wall, cause Misdemeanor said so Everybody (Just throw your hands in the air!) Everybody (Just throw your hands in the air!) Everybody (Just throw your hands in the air!) Everybody (Just throw your hands in the air, let's go) [Breakdown 2: Missy, Ciara (Fatman Scoop, Missy)] Everybody here - get it out of control Get your backs off the wall, cause Misdemeanor said so Everybody (Get your back off the wall Step, step) Everybody (Get your back off the wall Keep on steppin) Everybody (Get your back off the wall Step, step) Everybody, get loose (Get your back off the wall) [Outro: Fatman Scoop] Now put your back, on the wall, put your back, on the wall Put your back, on the wall, put your back, on the wall Misdemeanor's in the house Yeah, Ciara's in the house Misdemeanor's in the house, "Music make you lose control" We on fire, we on fire, we on fire, we on fire Now throw it girl, throw it girl, throw it girl, yeah Now move your arms to the left girl Now move your arms to the left girl Now move your arms to the right girl Now move your arms to the right girl Let's go now, let's go now, let's go now, WHOO! Let's go Should I bring it back right now? Now bring it back down! WHOO! Oh, I see you Ci Now see, I'mma I'mma do it like Ci do it Now shake it girl, c'mon and just shake it girl C'mon and let it pop right girl, c'mon and let it pop right girl Now, now, back it up girl, back it up girl Back it up girl, back it up girl WHOO! WHOO! WHOO! Yo, yo Bring it to the front girl, yo, yo Bring it to the front girl, yo, yo Bring it to the front girl, yo, yo Bring it to the front girl, let's go, let's go ************************************************** One Minute Man (Amended Version)[Intro] Ooh, I don't want, I don't need, I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Ooh, here's your chance, be a man, take my hand, understand I don't want no minute man Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah, ah, ooh, ooh, ah [Verse 1] Boy I'ma make you love me, make you want me And I'ma give you some attention, tonight (Shut up!) Now follow my intuitions, what you're wishin' See I'ma keep you up all night (all night), for a long time So start countin' away [Chorus] Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want, no [Verse 2] Tonight I'mma give it to you, throw it to you I want you to come prepared, ohh yeah (Oh yes) Boy, it's been a long time, a crazy long time And I don't want no minute man, and that's real Give it to me some more [Chorus] Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want, no [Verse 3: Ludacris] It's time to set your clock back 'bout as long as you can I stop daylight, it's Ludacris the maintenance man Get your oil changed, I check fluids and transmission You one minute fools, you wonder why y'all missin' On the back of milk cartons and there's no reward No regards, close, but it's no cigar A hard head make a soft ass, but a hard dick make the sex last I jump in pools and make a big splash Water overflowin', so get your head right It's all in your mind, punk, so keep your head tight Enough with tips and advice and thangs I'm big dog, havin' women seein' stripes and thangs They go to sleep, start snorin', countin' sheep and shit They so wet that they body start to leak and shit Just 'cause I'm an all-nighter, shoot all fire Ludacris, balance and rotate all tires [Bridge] Ooh, I don't want, I don't need, I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Ooh, here's your chance, be a man take my hand, understand I don't want no minute man [Chorus] Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, break me off, break me off 'Cause I don't want no one minute man [Verse 4: Trina] You know lil' mama ain't with that quick shit You better break me off stiff tongue or stiff dick One minute, two minutes, three minutes Hell naw, to please me you gotta sleep in it I see you talk a good game and you play hard But if I put this thing on ya, can you stay hard? If not, you better keep your day job 'Cause I'm looking for a man to make me say God I'm off glass and you know this I'll work your ass out like aerobics So baby stay focused Start off slow and then speed it up Baby show me what you got, is you a G or what? If you can't beat it up then eat it up Put a cherry on top, whip cream it up, What? [Outro] Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got ************************************************** Bomb Intro/Pass That Dutch[Intro] Listen up, everyone! We have been just informed that there's an unknown virus That's attacking all clubs Symptoms have been said to be: Heavy breathing, wild dancing, coughing So when you hear the sound "who-di-whoooo!" Run for cover, motherfucker! Whoooooo! Ahh, daddy! Ooooo! Ah! oh, ooh! Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ooh) Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ah) Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ah) Pass that dutch (whoo), pass that dutch [Verse 1] Misdemeanor on the flow, pretty boy, here I come Pumps and a bump make you wanna hurt sum I can take your man, I don't have to sex 'em Hang 'em out the window, call me Michael Jackson (heee!) I'm a pain in your rectum, I am that bitch y'all slept on Heavy hitter, rhyme spitter, call me Re-Run Hey, hey, hey, I'm what's happ'nin Hpnotiq in my drink (That’s right!) Shake ya ass 'til it stink (That's right!) Mr. Mos' on the beat (That's right!) Put it down for the streets (That's right!) [Chorus] (Who-di-whooooooooooooo!) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch, pass that dutch Come on, pass the dutch, baby! (ahh!) Shake-shake shake ya stuff, ladies! (Who-di-whooooooooooooo!) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (ahh!) Don't stop, get it 'til ya clothes get wet [Verse 2] Number one; drums go bump, bump, bump This beat here will make your pum pum jump If you's a fat one, put your clothes back on Before you start putting pot holes in my lawn Oh my gosh, oh my gosh I'm under attack like my name was Saddam I am the bomb from New York to Milan And I can write a song sicker than Jeffrey Dahm' (Woop woop!) Don't touch my car alarm Break in my car, you will hear "Viper Armed" I've been a superstar since Daddy Kane was raw I'm live on stage, c'mon and give me some applause "Thank you! Oh, thank you, you all are so wonderful!" [Chorus] (Who-di-whooooooooooooo!) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch, pass that dutch Come on, pass the dutch, baby! (ahh!) Shake-shake shake ya stuff, ladies! (Who-di-whooooooooooooo!) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (ahh!) Don't stop, get it 'til ya clothes get wet [Interlude] Listen up, motherfuckers You have five seconds to catch your breath Five, four, three, two, one [Verse 3] Pop that, pop that, make that money Just keep it going like the Energizer Bunny Shake that, shake that, move it all around Spank that, yank that, dutch back now Freak him, freak her, whatever your choice Didn't come to judge, I came to get ya moist Scream "Who-di-whooooooo!", now my voice is lost Can I get a ride on the white horse? [Chorus] (Who-di-whooooooooooooo!) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch, pass that dutch Come on, pass the dutch, baby! (ahh!) Shake-shake shake ya stuff, ladies! (Who-di-whooooooooooooo!) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (ahh!) Don't stop, get it 'til ya clothes get wet [Outro] Pop that Pass that dutch, baby! Jiggle that fat ************************************************** Hot Boyz (Remix)[Missy] This is for my ghetto motherfuckers, uh [Nas] Uh, forty side felony Felony, misdemeanor The charge is murder Escobar CBR bikes I'm switching gears Headlights, shine so bright Bitches freeze like deers Them fiends want that deep boy Feds send in a decoy, pack that heat boy Push ya where ya rest in peace boy Get your mama's house shot up Bodies all chopped up When them bodies pop up, I ain't getting' locked up My Bentley cruise the block, with the sun roof top Hood rats jumpin' on my jock cause I blew up the spot Crushin' your Benz, crushin' your Navigator system My QB piece make y'all niggas tuck your shit in It's Nas in your area, Queens 'bout to tear it up Braveheart y'all scared of us, real niggas, they be us [Missy & Lil' Mo] What's your name?, cause I'm impressed Can you treat me good, I won't settle for less You a hot boy, a rock boy A fun toy, tote a Glock boy Where you live, is it by yourself? Can I move with you, do you need some help? I cook boy, I'll give you more I'm a fly girl, and I like those 1 - [Missy & Lil' Mo] Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cause y'all be driving Lexus jeeps And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin' cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cause y'all be driving' Jaguars And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin' hardballs with them Platinum Visa's [Missy & Lil' Mo] Is that your car, the XK-8? Are you riding alone, can I be your date? Come get me, get me, don't diss me, don't trick me Got some friends, can they come too? Can you hook them up wit' some boyz like you A hot boy, a rock boy, on top boy And I like those Repeat 1 [Eve] Yo only take 'em thugged out Slightly bugged out, fuck with his tongue out Know the job ain't getting done, until the body getting drugged out Hot boy, keep me right Play your part and I'll keep it tight Where else you gonna be in the middle of the night But up in the sheets with me aiight Gangsta, true to your gang, street master You the one I need when there's beef, street blaster Ain't afraid to stop a cat, plus pop a cat, huh Soldier, cash money, rule your world What's topping that? Huh, S-4-3-0 keep me on my toes Get a tingle in my spine, what spot? Only he knows He's a hot boy, Missy sing it out and I'm gon' spit it Ruff Ryders scream it loud, daddy is you with it If your team can't handle my bitches then we gon' ride Brickhouse stallions, keep thugs open wide, huh 'Illadelph's best E-V-E stay committed Mess with many, but if he ain't the realer I ain't with it, with it [Q-Tip] Yo, mami, what the deal? Ain't no heat fuckin' hotter than the heat a nigga hold I think you really should be told that I deal with long shafts That keep a long blast (blast) Now look at a nigga and peel off fast (come on) Word you got your girlfriend Word, she can get it too Fuck it though, I'm honest yo I'm saying though, let's play it through Getting cinematic with it Niggas if you got it, hit it Fuck the dumbness Hit it till its numbness [Missy & Lil' Mo'] Hot boy Baby you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin' you like endlessly (Everyday all day) Hot boy Baby you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me ************************************************** Sock It 2 Me[Intro: Missy Elliott] Hehe, nigga I'm nasty Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it No, no, no [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] I was looking 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, bring, bring the nasty out of me N-n-n-now sock it [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Ooh ahh, sock it to me like you want to, ooh (oh) I can take it like a pro, you know (know) Do it long bro with the back stroke (hey) My hormones jumping like a disco (hey) I be popping meds like some Crisco All you gotta say is Missy go And when you say go I won't move slow (slow) [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] I'm at your house around midnight (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-d, and won't you sock it to me? Oh no, s-sock it to me [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Ooh ahh, sock it to me like you want to, ooh (sock it to me) I can take it like a pro, you know Do it long bro with a back stroke (hey) My hormones jumping like a disco (hey) I be popping meds like some Crisco (heeeey) And all you gotta say is Missy go (ohhh) And when you say go I won't move slow (slow) Ooh ahh, sock it to me like you want to, ooh I can take it like a pro, you know Do it long bro with the back stroke My hormones jumping like a disco I be popping ish like some Crisco And all you gotta say is Missy go And when you say go I won't move slow (uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Sock it to me Ooh ahh, sock it to me like you want to, ooh (ooh) I can take it like a pro, you know (you know) Do it long bro with the back stroke My hormones jumping like a disco (hey) I be popping meds like some Crisco (hey) And all you gotta say is Missy go (heeeey) And when you say go I won't move slow [Verse 3: Da Brat] Uh Why Missy be socking it to niggas like Ree-Ree? The baddest industry bitches of the century Hit hard like penitentiary dick Finally admitted that we the shit combination is lethal Popping Patron with Missy in the 600 with no see-through Suffer the repercussion fucking with shit like this We parlay puffing Constantly making niggas suffer the consequence Gotta get these ends bitch House in the Chi with a Caddy, crib in Atlanta with a Benz Niggas been huffing and puffing but ain't try shit Got plenty motherfuckers that'll ride quick Besides, kid wanna bust? Trigger finger itch when you fucking with me Jealous because I live more plush Me and Missy leave a nigga with a head rush Bring the ruckus, plus... I'm telling 'em, push and pickin' up profits For what I'm selling, never gon' stop it Socking it to niggas and rocking it Dropping 'em on the spot Heat up any block or record shop Knocking you off of your socks Guaranteed platinum, watch two of the coldest bitches get hot I be the B-R-A-T, her be Missy We some bad bitches: who be fucking it up? I'm the B-R-A-T, her be Missy And we some bad bitches: who be fucking it up? [Outro: Da Brat] I'm your nigga for life, baby (haha) Let's continue to drive all this motherfuckers crazy You know what I'm saying? Yeah, Timbaland, I see you, baby I feel you, sock it to 'em, goddammit It's 9-7, this the motherfuckin' bitch era What y'all niggas wanna do? The Brat-tat-tat on that ass once more I'm out the door motherfucker, yeah, uh ************************************************** Busa Rhyme[Intro: Missy Elliott] Uh Slim Shady Uh Slim Shady Uh Slim Shady Uh, yo [Verse 1: Eminem] Well, I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled Pop the same shit that got 2Pac killed Spit game to these hoes Like a soap opera episode Punch a bitch in the nose 'til her whole face explodes There's three things I hate: Girls, women, and bitches (What?) I'm that vicious to walk up and drop-kick midgets They call me Boogie Night The stalker that walks awkward Stick figured with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg Coming through the airport, sluggish, walking on crutches Hit a fucking [pregnant] bitch in her [stomach] with luggage It's like a dream I can't snap out I black out or back out Lookin for somebody ug' to beat the crap out I'm bringing you rap singers two middle fingers I flip you off in French, then translate it to English Then I'mma vanish off the face of the planet and come back Speaking so much Spanish, Pun can't even understand it [Chorus: Missy Elliott (Eminem, Missy)] Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? (It's the ill, that cool? Slim Shady) Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? (It's the ill, that cool? Slim mothafucking Shady) Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? (It's the ill, that cool? Slim Shady) Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? (It's the ill, that cool? Slim mothafucking Shady) [Verse 2: 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 (One, two) I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an apology (Whoops) College girls, live in an alcoholic's world Full of url, head twirls every time the toilet swirls 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 an impulse game to insult you wit a pencil (Bitch) They waste the paper on you, chopping 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 nothin' [Chorus: Missy Elliott (Eminem, Missy)] Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? (It's the ill, that cool? Slim Shady) Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? (It's the ill, that cool? Slim mothafucking Shady) Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? (It's the ill, that cool? Slim Shady) Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? (It's the ill, that cool? Slim mothafucking Shady) [Bridge: Missy Elliott] Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors (Uh, uh) We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas (Uh huh, uh) Me and Slim Shady on some shit daily (Uh, wha-wha?) What you want, what you got Is it hot, is it hot? Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors (Uh, uh) We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas (Uh huh, uh) Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily (Wha-wha? Yo) What you want, what you want? Uh yo... [Interlude: Timbaland] "A person from another planet might disagree with you." "Well, if you want my opinion, he comes from right here on Earth." Slim Shady, Misdemeanor Timbaland Slim Shady, Misdemeanor [Verse 3: Eminem] I'm homicidal and suicidal with no friends Holding a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both ends Sprayin' tec's at you until you see your fucking legs With the bullet holes and the exit wounds laying next to you (Ah!) Fucking mad dog, foaming at the mouth (Grrr) Fuck mouth, my whole house is foaming 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'mma get the East and West beefing again Fly back to Detroit and stand in the crossfire [Verse 4: Missy Elliott, Missy as girl] Y'all better call the police 'fore I kill this track Don't shoot Missy! Get back Uh, I'mma put you all in the line uh, and I'mma watch you MC's die Yo Mommy, Mommy, Missy done lost her mind I think somebody done pissed her off this time Yeah, I'mma have to bus' you through your chest and Uh, you gon' have to clean up the mess (Uh huh) It's raining, raining and it's pouring loud Never fear, 'cause pissy Missy's through the crowd Uh, I hear that the gats go cha-pow You shot me dammit! Bitch get down Don't walk when I talk, I never talk when I smile (Uh huh) I'mma lay em on down, like they lived underground (Uh) For the sounds that me and Timbaland, we found Get your ass kicked later or get your ass kicked now [Outro: Missy Elliott] Uhh, one-two Misdemeanor, Slim Shady, Timbaland, motherfucker Uhh uhh uhh, two, two, two, triple zero ************************************************** One Minute Man (Remix)[Intro: Missy Elliott] Ooh, I don't want, I don't need, I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Ooh, here's your chance, be a man, take my hand, understand I don't want no minute man [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] Boy, I'ma make you love me, make you want me And I'ma give you some attention tonight Now follow my intuitions, what you wishin' See, I'ma keep you all night for a long time Just start countin' the ways [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] Tonight, I'ma give it to you, throw it to you I want you to come prepared, oh yeah (Oh yes) Boy, it's been a long time, a crazy long time And I don't want no minute man, and that's real Give it to me some more [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no (Fifty grand I get this all in one take, Hova) [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Look, I'm not tryna give you love and affection I'm tryna give you sixty seconds of perfection I'm tryna give you cab fare and directions Get your independent ass out of here, question I'm not your man, not Ralph Tresvant Not Ronnie Romance, no ma I'm tryna hit you then quit you in the middle of the round Like I'm Roberto Duran, no mas Six AM, another chick in the house (Put your hands up) 6:15, another chick kicked out (Put your hands up) Spent one minute tryna dig her out The other fourteen tryna put it in her mouth The dick too chubby, too much'll make you love me Now be a nice wifey and run home to your hubby 'Cause we both knowin' what we doin' is wrong Don't forget to put your ring back on [Bridge: Missy Elliott] Ooh, I don't want, I don't need, I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Ooh, here's your chance, be a man, take my hand, understand I don't want no minute man [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, break, break me off Break, break me off, show me what you got Break me off, show me what you got Break me off, show me what you got Break me off, show me what you got Break me off, break, break me off ************************************************** She’s a Bitch[Verse 1] To the M-I prrrrrrrr, cat like a semi Nigga stol'd my car, won't 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, don't 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 [Chorus] 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 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 thang Got the place on fire, burnin' down to flames [Verse 2] 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? Yippee yi yo, yippee yi yi yay Put me on stage, watchin' niggas feel me Put my shit on wax, watch it blaze like me Go yippee yi yo, yippee yi yi yay 55, 65, hike 75, 85, toss the mic 95, Missy wild for the night 105, I'mma keep the crowd hype [Chorus] 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 [Break] She's a- What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? [Verse 3] Whatchu know about Timothy, lemme know Eat an MC like Cease, lemme know If you get drunk lean on me, lemme know I'm about to bust like pee, feel me now (What?) Anybody know my skills, what the deal? Anybody feel my skills is the real? Anybody wanna come fuck wit the steel? Anybody gotta get they whole body peeled? [Chorus] 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 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 thang Got the place on fire, burnin' down to flames [Break] [Chorus] 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 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 thang Got the place on fire, burnin' down to flames 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 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 thang Got the place on fire, burnin' down to flames ************************************************** Work It (Remix)[Intro] DJ please, pick up your phone I'm on the request line! [Intro 2: Missy Elliott & 50 Cent] G-Unit! This is a Missy Elliot one-time exclusive (Come on!) [Chorus] Is it worth it? Let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup If you got a big (*elephant noise*), let me search you And find out how hard I gotta work ya Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup Remix! (Uh, yeah) [Verse 1: 50] Now Missy she too much for me (I'm freaky) Took me to the crib man, she told me (Eat me) Now my babymama told her ass not to beat me Her broke ass wanna fight, Missy know how to treat me (Yeah) She sitting on cash, she got money out the ass Gave her them back shots and got money out her ass Now you can see me in the coupe like WHAT Next time I'll hit her in that G5 TRUCK I've got the magic stick, I can go for hours From the bed to the floor, to the sink to the shower With her back to the bed and her legs to the sky I can go hard, know why, big girls don't cry I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub Ching! Ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back rubbed This the shit she hollered in my ear before we left the club [Verse 2: Missy] I'd like to get to know ya, so I can show ya Put the pussy on ya, like I told ya Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya Your girl acting stank than call me ov-ah Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa Call before you come, I need to shave my cho-cha You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha Go downtown and eat it like a vul-cha See my hips and my tips don'tcha See my ass and my lips don'tcha Lost a few pounds in my waist for ya This the kinda beat that go wa-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah Work it! I need a glass of wat-ah Boy oh boy its good to know ya [Hook] Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it "I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" "I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" If you got a big , let me search ya To find out how hard I gotta work ya "I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" "I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" [Verse 3] If you're a fly gal, get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy lift it up, lets make a toast-ah Lets get drunk, its gon bring us clos-ah Don't I look like a Halle Berry post-ah? See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya Girlfriend wanna be like me nev-ah You won't find a bitch that's even bett-ah I make it hot as Las Vegas weath-ah Listen up close while I take you backwards "Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards" I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want I love your braids and your mouth full of funk Love the way my ass ba-bump ba-bump bump Keep your eyes on my ba-bump ba-bump bump And think you can handle this ga-donk ga-donk donk Take my thong off and my ass go boom Cut the lights off so you see what I can do [Hook] Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it "I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" "I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" If you got a big , let me search ya To find out how hard I gotta work ya "I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" "I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" [Verse 4] Boys, boys, all type of boys Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys Why-thai,-thai-o-toy-o-thai-thai Rock-thai,-thai-o-toy-o-thai-thai Girls, girls, get that cash If its 9 to 5 or shakin ya ass Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang Just make sure you ahead of tha game Just cause I got a lot of fame sup-ah Prince couldn't get me change my name papa Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no sir Picture black sayin, "Oh yessuh massa" Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor Minute man, big men can outlast ya Who is the best? I don't have to ask ya When I come out, you won't even matt-ah Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh So you act dumb like ughhh, duh And the drummer boy go pa-rum pa-pum pum Give ya some some some of this Cinnabon [Hook] Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it "I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" "I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" If you got a big, let me search ya To find out how hard I gotta work ya "I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" "I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" To my fellas, ooooh Good God, I like the way you work that To my ladies, woo You sure know how to work that, good God ************************************************** Throw It Back[Intro] Woah Woop (This is a Missy Elliott exclusive) Woah Yeah [Verse 1] Walk up in this thing (Thing), I be on my game (Game) If it's competition ('Tition), I put them to shame (Shame) Different kind of chick (Chick), we are not the same (The same) I raised all these babies, call me Katherine Jackson ('Son) Please don't steal my style (Style), I might cuss you out (Wow) What you doin' now (Doin'), I did for a while (While) Missy, Missy, Missy, go 'head, let it slap (Slap) I'ma snatch they wigs 'til I see that scalp (Scalp) Booty, booty clap (Clap), flyin' across the map (Map) Lambo on the block (Block), lookin' like a snack I'll show you how I do it (Do it), show you how it's done (Done) Don't look for another Missy 'cause there'll be no 'nother one [Chorus] Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Throw it back Throw it back Throw it back Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Throw it back Throw it back (Uh) Throw it back [Verse 2] Middle finger flip (Flip), get up off my tip (Tip) Money money clip (Clip), Louis on my hip (Hip) Lambo be the whip (Whip), like banana split (Split) Look at all my ice, see the way my jewelry drip Come up off that lick lick Yeah, he wanna kick it But he cannot kick it Unless he be my dip dip Call me Missy, Mi'-Mi' I don't play them trick-tricks Man, I'm so legit-'git Watch me flip, reverse it Flip it and reverse it, stupid with the verses Man, I got the coat and shoes just to match the purses Woop, woop, woop, woop, I don't need rehearsing The way I throw it back, I show the whole crowd how I work it [Chorus] Throw it back Throw it back Throw it back Throw it back Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Throw it back Throw it back Throw it back Watch me throw it back Throw it back Throw it back Throw it back (Uh, check) [Verse 3] Missy make up her own rules Not many can do what I do So many VMA's that I could live on the moon Man, I jump and you leap Better wake up if you sleep I did records for Tweet before y'all could even tweet Y'all be thinkin' shit's sweet Been hot before you could speak I'm like Heavy D, everyone love me, capisce? Need a PJ when I'm takin' flight Get your review and your ratings right Missy still got 'em losing control And every night is still ladies night [Chorus] Watch me throw it back Throw it back Throw it back Throw it back Watch me throw it back Throw it back Throw it back Throw it back Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Watch me throw it back Throw it back Throw it back Throw it back [Outro] Watch me Watch me Watch me Watch me ************************************************** All N My Grill (Remix)[Intro: Missy Elliott] Uh, hit me [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] Don't explain, you never change Same old thang, same old game Say you want to be with me Show me my ring, baby, let me think I been in the cold The story untold about to unfold How do you expect me To ever believe you want be with me [Hook: Missy Elliott & Nicole Wray] 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, me know) Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live) [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] Talk is talk and talk is cheap Tell it to her, don't say it to me Cuz I know I'm in control See Trix are for kids and boo, I'm too old Go 'head with your games Don't ever come back to me again Where you go, remember me I'm the best thing in history [Hook: Missy Elliott & Nicole Wray] 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) [Bridge: Missy Elliott & Nicole Wray] 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 (Ooh, yeah, yeah) [Verse 3: MC Solaar] Zigzag zigzag, oui, j'ai du zigzaguer De comète en planète face à l'OPEP aux aguets Shoot dans des canettes, quand y'a plus d'bisous Plus d'baisers, plus d'bises, juste un biz-biz de bijoux Tu veux du cling-cling clinquant, Louis Vuitton? Pas qu'ça! Top du top, rien qu'ça, plus Merco Classe A Je braquerai les banques, toutes, puis fait banqueroute Boufferai des casse-croûtes juste pour paver d'or ta route J'jouerai à cache-cache pour trouver l'cash Userai de la kalash, de la tchatche, j'vendrai même du hash Taulard puis jet-set, clean, honnête et net T'offrira des tas d'poupées pleines de p'tites pépètes J'aurai les poches vides (vides), porterai l'même jean (jean) Lèverai mon verre à la tienne, tu diras tchin-tchin T'auras tout ce que sur terre le soleil fait briller Joueras au Monopoly, uh, avec des vrais billets [Bridge: Missy Elliott] 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? [Chorus: Missy Elliott (Nicole Wray)] 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) 'Cause 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) 'Cause a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live) ************************************************** DripDemeanor[Intro: Missy Elliott] Hello baby This is a Missy Elliott exclusive (Uh) [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] He just wanna get me hot He just tryna get my twat He wanna taste of my goodies He say it taste like butterscotch Boy you cannot get me locked You tryna get me you get blocked Unless you tryna marry me My ring must be big as a rock I open up my candy shop, my panties drop You see what I got, ya I got the strawberries and berries, them chocolates nice All in the box You better stop, 'cause I am the cream of the crop Baby you know what I got I'm top notch [Chorus: Sum1] I keep rubbin' 'til your body start to tweak, ahh When you push up on it, put that thang on me boy What's popping, baby? Can you put me to sleep, yeah Every time you see me, do me dirty, yeah I'll be back, I talk that, I want that shit bad I can't wait 'til midnight, baby come see me I-I-I-I-I-I-I, oh, I-I-I-I-I-I-I [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] If I am your girl or your chick Don't treat me like I'm just a bitch Boy you don't try to play stick 'Cause Missy not chasin' your **** Boy you don't wanna get hit, you's a trip 'round your boys You be flippin' that script Tell me why you be frontin', you know you so pussy-whipped I am the best that it get, when I kiss on ya lips and I'm throwin' these **** All on your face, let you taste on this cake When I shake it I might let you lick Licky-lick the kitty-kit, let you hit it real quick I'm fit like a brick I'm hot as one can get This shit is so lit [Chorus: Sum1] I keep rubbin' 'til your body start to tweak, ahh When you push up on it, put that thang on me boy What's popping, baby? Can you put me to sleep, yeah Every time you see me, do me dirty, yeah I'll be back, I talk that, I want that shit bad I can't wait 'til midnight, baby come see me I-I-I-I-I-I-I, oh, I-I-I-I-I-I-I [Verse 3: Sum1] Softly, tell me would you stay baby You know I give you more than she I know just where you wanna be, yeah Hair-do wild, make-up on your favorite pillow, baby Louder than the TV, knockin' boots We rockin' to, probably music playin' I wish you could see what I see, baby Comin' for you, boy, don't you say a thing [Verse 4: Missy Elliott] Baby why you so thirst? (Thirst) Boy you just a big flirt (Flirt) You know I got a main No, this ***** not yours (Yours) You just tryna pop the churrs You get kicked to the curb (Curb) I know want this big old donk But you must wife this chick first I'm lookin' for a romance (Woo), we could hold hands (Woo) Handstand, do a lap dance (Woo) Yeah I want a black man that eat it up like Pac-Man Boy you stop playin' (Woo), stop playin' This be the jam, Miss don't really give a damn [Outro: Missy Elliott, Sum1] I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn I don't-I don't-I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn (Woo) I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn I don't-I don't-I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn (Woo) Ahh-ahh-ahh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Oh, with you babe, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah ************************************************** Pep Rally[Pre-Chorus] Uptown, downtown Everywhere we get down (Down) It's 'bout to go down (Down) Are you ready? (Are you ready?) On your mark (On your mark) Get set (Get set), let's go It goes left foot (Left foot), it goes right foot (Right foot) It goes left foot (Left foot), it goes right foot (Right foot) Catch the wall, touch them toes Turn around like it's gold Back it up, back it up, so you know you got control [Chorus] Let me hit you with that Pep rally (Oh), pep rally (Oh), pep rally (Oh) Oh, this a pep rally Pep rally (Oh), pep rally (Oh), pep rally (Oh) Oh, this a pep rally [Verse 1] Pep rally, my friends be at the pep rally (Woo) Screamin' and shaking, man, we at the pep rally (Woo) Aw, aw, aw, go 'head and dip at it The go-go playin' my jam, now let me shake my jelly (Woo) Jumpin' and thumpin', man, I got the crowd yellin' Get it, and kick it, kick it, kick it, there's no tellin' (Woo) Aw, aw, aw, you better move Ellen I got a nice round (Woo) like a watermelon Aw, yeah you play the point guard (Point guard) Hitting three corners, man, they playing real hard (Real hard) My team be with it, yeah, so keep your day job I turn around and make it bounce like a basketball [Refrain] Bounce, biggity bounce, biggity-biggity bounce, bounce Where my clappers that stomp? Now rock with it Bounce, biggity bounce, biggity-biggity bounce, bounce Where my clappers that stomp? Now rock with it Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that, clappers that stop Clappers that stomp [Pre-Chorus] Uptown, downtown Everywhere we get down (Down) It's 'bout to go down (Down) Are you ready? (Are you ready?) On your mark (On your mark) Get set (Get set), let's go It goes left foot (Left foot), it goes right foot (Right foot) It goes left foot (Left foot), it goes right foot (Right foot) Catch the wall, touch them toes Turn around like it's gold Back it up, back it up, so you know you got control [Chorus] Let me hit you with that Pep rally (Oh), pep rally (Oh), pep rally (Oh) Oh, this a pep rally Pep rally (Oh), pep rally (Oh), pep rally (Oh) Oh, this a pep rally [Verse 2] Rockin' not stoppin', bend over go 'head touch your toes (Come on) Get it, now get it, now let your bottom scrape the floor (Come on) Bouncing and bouncing, now stop, drop, rock and roll (Woo) And yeah we get crackin' like we up at the Superbowl Aw, quarterback on the field Football player runnin' yard, got skills At the ball game, pep rally over here The band in the stands, shit just got real Turn out, turn out, turn out, turn out, turn out (Oh) Turn out, turn out, turn out, turn out, turn out (Oh) Turn out, turn out, turn out, turn out, turn out (Oh) Like a basketball lover, make 'em bounce [Refrain] Bounce, biggity bounce, biggity-biggity bounce, bounce Where my clappers that stomp? Now rock with it Bounce, biggity bounce, biggity-biggity bounce, bounce Where my clappers that stomp? Now rock with it Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that, clappers that stop Clappers that stomp [Pre-Chorus] Uptown, downtown Everywhere we get down (Down) It's 'bout to go down (Down) Are you ready? (Are you ready?) On your mark (On your mark) Get set (Get set), let's go It goes left foot (Left foot), it goes right foot (Right foot) It goes left foot (Left foot), it goes right foot (Right foot) Catch the wall, touch them toes Turn around like it's gold Back it up, back it up, so you know you got control [Verse 3] Well let me hit you with that Turn around (Turn around), rotate (Rotate) Feel that (Feel that), let it vibrate (Vibrate) Two-step (Two-step), let your body sway (Body sway) This a battle of the bands, this a drum break (Woo) Majorettes (Majorettes) on the schoolyard (Schoolyard) Where my drum majors? (Drum) Pull out your bullhorn (Bullhorn) Fools be gettin' drunk, actin' like morons (Morons) The football team be winnin' get your score on Oh, oh yeah this a pep rally (Pep rally) Murkin' and workin' yeah this be a pep rally Kicking, kick it, kick it, you better move Ellen I'm 'bout to whip it, whip it like potato salad Aw, yeah, now get your groove back Aw, yeah, you better do that Aw, yeah, this be a roll call When this song come on, now bounce like a basketball [Refrain] Bounce, biggity bounce, biggity-biggity bounce, bounce Where my clappers that stomp? Now rock with it Bounce, biggity bounce, biggity-biggity bounce, bounce Where my clappers that stomp? Now rock with it Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that stomp, clappers that Clappers that, clappers that stop Clappers that stomp [Outro] Round up the clappers let's go, oh yeah (Oh yeah) Round up the clappers let's go, oh yeah (Oh yeah) Round up the clappers let's go, oh yeah (Oh yeah) Clappers, clappers, clappers, clappers ************************************************** All N My Grill[Intro: Missy Elliott] Uh, hit me [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] Don't explain, you never change Same old thang, same old game Say ya want to be wit' me But show me my ring, baby, let me think I been in the cold The story untold about to unfold How do you expect me To ever believe you want be wit' me [Chorus: Missy Elliott (Nicole Wray)] 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, me know) 'Cause a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live) [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] Talk is talk, and talk is cheap Tell it to her, don't say it to me 'Cause I know I'm in control See, Trix are for kids, and boo I'm too old Go 'head with your games Don't ever come back to me again Where you go, remember me I'm the best thing in history [Chorus: Missy Elliott (Nicole Wray)] 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) 'Cause a chick gotta live (A chick got to live, ooh yeah) [Bridge 1: Missy Elliott (Nicole Wray)] 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) [Chorus: Missy Elliott (Nicole Wray)] 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) 'Cause 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) 'Cause a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live) [Bridge 2: Missy Elliott (Big Boi)] 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? (Aight, uh) Where's my money? Where's my clothes? [Verse 3: Big Boi] Why you all in my grill? I'm thinkin' it's time to chill Yeah, but you wanna drill, though I couldn't even step out the baby blue Bonneville Cuz you be tryin' to kill my ho, 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 gave me your Victoria's Secret's And your Frederick's You wanted the Waldorf Astoria But instead I took you to Cedric's, to entertain you To give you to the "G", and never claim you Me and Missy, we gettin' straight pissy And 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, Daddy Fat Sax G pretty D, are 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 Boucher yo' ass, G Yeah, yeah, huh ************************************************** I’m Better (Remix)[Intro: Missy Elliott] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Remix! [Chorus: Cainon Lamb] I'ma start it from the bottom Show you how to flip a dollar I got food in my dinin' room I'm better, I'm better, I'm better It's another day, another chance I wake up, I wanna dance So as long as I got my friends... I'm better, I'm better, I'm better [Interlude: Lil Kim] Lil Kim! And you can not be me, no never Ain't got to explain why I'm better Your man is a dog He chase my kitty and he say my pussy is wetter Hooooooool' up, remix! [Chorus: Cainon Lamb] I'ma start it from the bottom Show you how to flip a dollar I got food in my dinin' room I'm better, I'm better, I'm better It's another day, another chance I wake up, I wanna dance (Woo!) So as long as I got my friends... I'm better, I'm better, I'm better [Verse 1: Lil Kim] Lil Kim! You can not be me, no never Ain't got to explain why I'm better Your man is a dog He chase my kitty and he say my pussy is wetter Me and Missy be high in them choppers Landin' on hundred foot yachts In Giuseppe heels, I kick in the door Wavin' the 4 like I am Big Poppa I'm better, I'm better, Balmain be the leather My watch is so icy, if I walk outside in the summertime I just might change the weather I'm done with the Benz so I bought a Wraith I don't trust the bank so I bought a safe This fur on me like I fought a ape I'm killin' 'em, yellow tape [Chorus: Cainon Lamb] I'ma start it from the bottom Show you how to flip a dollar I got food in my dinin' room (Hoooooool' up!) I'm better, I'm better, I'm better It's another day, another chance I wake up, I wanna dance So as long as I got my friends... I'm better, I'm better, I'm better (Remix!) [Bridge: Cainon Lamb] I wake up, I wanna dance I wake up, I wanna dance (dance) I wake up, I wanna dance (dance) Dance, d-d-dance I wake up, I wanna dance I wake up, I wanna dance (dance) I wake up, I wanna dance (dance) Dance, I'm better, I'm better, I'm better [Verse 2: Trina] Trina! Yeah, I'm better, I'm better than them And I get wetter than them And fuck where you've been Get too much cheddar for him I set the bar and them bitches only settin' trends I put the pressure on them Still ain't turn into a diamond I got the Midas, billionaire minded Seat's on recline and I'm gettin' some head Right in back of the pilot Switchin' up pilots, damn and I'm shinin' All my bitches with me, 305's finest Don't come around us if you ain't 'bout commas Commas, commas, commas, commas Show you how to hit a lick Collect the profit, watch it flip (He watchin' my body like he watchin' Scandal But I'm just yeah) Never front, so you spend [Chorus: Cainon Lamb] I'ma start it from the bottom Show you how to flip a dollar I got food in my dinin' room I'm better, I'm better, I'm better It's another day, another chance I wake up, I wanna dance So as long as I got my friends... I'm better, I'm better, I'm better [Verse 3: Eve] Eve! I've been away, I'm so anti Winnin' in life by a landslide I know you see me, you see me Your chick wanna be me But she can never be me, no Man I'm too stuck in my ways Countin' this money for days Life is so good, it feel good No worries with all of these foreigns up in my driveway I ain't got no time for no dumb shit A lot of y'all be on some bum shit First I got my D's up, then I got my pounds up What you been talkin' ain't addin' up March to the beat of my own drum Philly to London conundrum I've been this way, baby since the first day But they keep askin', "Where the fuck does she come from?" I'm better [Chorus: Cainon Lamb] I'ma start it from the bottom Show you how to flip a dollar I got food in my dinin' room I'm better, I'm better, I'm better It's another day, another chance I wake up, I wanna dance So as long as I got my friends... I'm better, I'm better, I'm better ************************************************** I’m Really Hot[Verse 1] Let me holla at the DJ Come on DJ put that record on the replay Don't you see how them bitches move they booty Every time you play this record smell they coochie, follow them Screamin' like a groupie Misdemeanor move my nookie like a coochie Fuck them haters, haters fuck whatever you say Because you know I'm too cool for you anyway I'm just a bad bitch M-I-S miss I'm gone keep talking shit till you get this I'm gone bust up in the club with no guest list The other artists I'll keep em' all restless I don't french kiss, unless it's 50 Cent Vivica we can share him like the president Tabloids I don't care it's irrelevant I'm heaven sent now watch how I do this shit [Hook] Ho!.....Ho (I'm..I'm..I'm..I'm) Ho!.....Ho Go Go! Ho!.....Ho (Hot..Hot.Hot,Hot) Ho!.....Ho,Go Go! I'm really, really hot Every time my records drop Radio says I won't stop Cause I'm killin' em [Verse 2] You don't know what you talking bout You would think I was Suge when I come out My album hit hard when I roll out Y'all records make a bitch wanna throw em out And that's no doubt See I rock bells, Fly as hell and cool as zinfandel baby can't you tell I lick my lips like I'm LL And I'm doin it & doin it & doin it well Straight to the hotel I'm sober bitch so boy you gets no tail Kiss kiss and still you gets nowhere Just two blue balls down in your underwear, I play unfair I'm a hot gal, fly cars and stars in strip bars it ain't hot if I'm not there I'm a true playa, you can find me up in any record store hurry up and get yours [Hook] Ho!.....Ho (I'm..I'm..I'm..I'm) Ho!.....Ho Go Go! Ho!.....Ho (Hot..Hot.Hot,Hot) Ho!.....Ho,Go Go! I'm really, really hot Every time my records drop Radio says I won't stop Cause I'm killin' em [Verse 3] Look, let me move to the left Go Head, let me feel myself Touch my chest my sweat Show the DJ how I shake my breast Jiggle, Jiggle, Jangle Watch how my glu-te-us dangle I do a one-two step STOP! No I ain't done yet Everybody in the club go to work Tight jeans, crop shirts, short skirts I'm gone rock to the beat till it hurt I'm gone drop it on the street yeah you heard Haters I flip the bird, Got guns so what I ain't scurred I came to boogy and swerve, Hang-line folk that's my word [Hook] Ho!.....Ho (I'm..I'm..I'm..I'm) Ho!.....Ho Go Go! Ho!.....Ho (Hot..Hot.Hot,Hot) Ho!.....Ho,Go Go! I'm really, really hot Every time my records drop Radio says I won't stop Cause I'm killin' em Release...yourself Release...yourself ************************************************** We Run This[Intro: Missy] My style can't be duplicated or recycled This chick is a sick individual SICKTATE, VOLUME TWO, BELIEVE IT! {*"Apache" breaks start*} HO!! HO!! Let me switch up the game [Verse 1] I drink that co-gnac Step back cause I might put it on ya I go deep, so deep 'til you sleep Count sheep, wake you up from [fuckin'] all week You don't want me have to show ya How a freak bitch act when I ain't so-ber Whattup, I'm to' up, sho' nuff Ain't scared to take it out, tell the freak to take it off Tipsy and I feel, good Black dudes got big woods Into it, I do it, I did it If you really really want it then nigga stop frontin Aiy boy you know I'm yo' type Five two I wear my jeans real tight My curves, they swerve, so superb My word is my word and I came to serve [Hook] WE RUN THIS, run this, WE RUN THIS, run this WE RUN THIS UH-OHH, OHH! It don't matter where you're from it's where you're at And if you came to freek-a-leek better bring ya hats nigga East, coast, West, coast Down, South represent ya coast YEAH WE RUN IT, AND YEAH WE RUN IT Y'ALL DON'T WANT IT, CAUSE MY COAST RUN IT Uh-ohh, we run this shit, uhh, WE RUN THIS SHIT [Verse 2: Missy] WICKED! Wanna pull my hair, break my back For the right money might sit in your 'llac Back to back, and can't even keep track It's a fact the freaks love to get slapped Suck my toes and then the backrub I don't come to do it, I just wanna be touched Look at how y'all makin me blush I'm enough to go around so people don't push Don't push - when I run that tush in the bush Don't my diamonds look real good And they shine so hard, that he glitters So many karats they look like critters And we can do it all night Take a flashlight to see up in my windpipe I like to keep a nigga hype I wanna know can you handle my mic [Hook] WE RUN THIS, run this, WE RUN THIS, run this WE RUN THIS UH-OHH, OHH! It don't matter where you're from it's where you're at And if you came to freek-a-leek better bring ya hats nigga East, coast, West, coast Down, South represent ya coast YEAH WE RUN IT, AND YEAH WE RUN IT Y'ALL DON'T WANT IT, CAUSE MY COAST RUN IT Uh-ohh, we run this shit, uhh, WE RUN THIS SHIT [Verse 3: Missy] Any hustlers in the party y'all - HELL YEAH If youse a pimp lemme see you party hard - HELL YEAH Ohhhh strippers take yo' clothes off - HELL YEAH Y'all superstars, y'all don't need no bodyguards - HELL YEAH Nigga I bo-gart A lot of rappers fakin way too hard Pull up at the club in a rental car Where them freaks at, the freaks at the bar where the hard drinks are Don't, start You don't want beef, don't take it that far with a superstar I got my foot on the clutch, see me bounce my butt Misdemeanor too much and I don't give a fuck [Outro/Hook] WE RUN THIS, run this, WE RUN THIS, run this WE RUN THIS UH-OHH, OHH! It don't matter where you're from it's where you're at And if you came to freek-a-leek better bring ya hats nigga WE RUN THIS, run this, WE RUN THIS, run this WE RUN THIS UH-OHH, OHH! Represent ya coast and act like ya know Know how to act 'fore you step your two feet in the do' VOLUME TWO, HOLLA! WICKED! THIS SHIT IS SICK! BIG SHOUT OUT TO MOBB DEEP G-UNIT! ************************************************** Pussycat[Intro] Uh, this is another Missy Elliott exclusive, uh, come on [Verse 1] It's all for the love But there is more things that keep a man satisfied And I know the remedy just to cure him From cheating even if he tried, hey [Chorus] Pussy don't fail me now I gotta turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else But me and only me Pussy don't fail me now I gotta turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else But me and only me [Verse 2] I know he's a man and men have intentions To sleep with someone else But that's why when I make love to him I'm ruling Try to give him my best, hey [Chorus] Pussy don't fail me now (fail me now) I gotta turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else (nobody) But me and only me (ohh) Pussy don't fail me now (fail me now) I gotta turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else (ohh) But me and only me [Bridge] As long as the pussy good it's alright Ain't gotta worry bout my man Cos he know mine's is one of a kind And that's why he keeps staying The pussy good, it's alright Ain't gotta worry bout my man Cos he know mine's is one of a kind And that's why he keeps staying [Verse 3: Missy distorted (Missy)] Look ma Yeah, you got that bomb and work That prissy stuff, glad it ain't that gushy stuff (that gushy stuff?) I don't like the mushy butts I wish we was like Puffy over Jennifer Him and her too much like I and we (And what that mean?) We just love the booty All we see, in 3D, is um Booty, booty, booty, booty [Missy] Oh really? Do me, do me, do me, do me Run through me like flood go through an I-V That's good I'm a make sure you never will leave Can I put my booty, booty up in your spaghetti daddy Are you ready for some cavi from me Pussy, gushy, mushy, what more you want from me Cuz my feelings hit the ceiling what you want me to be? Oh please pussy don't mess it up for me, come on [Chorus] Pussy don't fail me now (fail me, now) I gotta turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else (nobody else) But me and only me Pussy don't fail me now (fail me now) I gotta turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else But me and only me [Outro: Missy- Spoken] Pussy don't fail me now I wanna turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else But me and only me Pussy don't fail me now I wanna turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else But me and only me What's the deal y'all? I don't mean to come thru and break y'all vibe But, I just gotta slow it down for just a second, so bear with me You know, first before I do that I just wanna talk about how people Always say: 'Yo that's too nasty' and 'Why yo mouth so vulgar?' 'Why you gotta-why you gotta sing all these nasty records?' And all that, but I be representin' for the ladies and We got somethin' to say, we've been quiet too long Lady-like, very patient We ain't get mad when Prince had his ass out We thought he was gonna turn around to the front And have the front out too! But you know, that didn't happen We always had to deal with-with the guys You know, talkin' about how they gon' wear us out on records And-and you know so I had to do records that was strictly-- Representin' for my ladies and how to keep yo man Keep his eyes from wandering, looking around And, sex is not a topic that we should always sweep under the rug I'm not sayin' go out and do it, but if you do Strap it up, before you smack it up Flip it, slow it down, oh no! Jimmy, drop it ************************************************** Best Friends[Verse 1: Aaliyah] My best friend say she sick of me cryin' on the phone Tellin' how the men be doggin' me My best friend say don't tell her nothin' bout me and you 'Cause she ain't showin' me no sympathy My best friend say If she was me, she'd have let you go a long, long time ago My best friend say, my best friend say I'll be there [Chorus: Missy Elliott & Aaliyah] 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 still be there for you In your time of need, you can lean on me Come on, I'll be there for you [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] 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 Cause 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: Missy Elliott & Aaliyah] 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 still be there for you In your time of need, you can lean on me Come on, I'll be there for you [Bridge: Both, Aaliyah] Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah Hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah Hey, hey, hey hey, yeah I'll be there, yeah [Chorus: Missy Elliott & Aaliyah] I'll 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 ************************************************** Beep Me 911[Intro: Timbaland] Uh, uh, uh, like that, uh Uh Say what, say what Say what, say what Uh, uh, uh Say what, say what Uh Missy, bring it in [Verse 1: Missy Elliot] Why you played on me? Wasn't I good enough for you? (Wasn't 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 (Uh-huh) And if you planning on leaving me again Then give me a sign (Say what, say what) [Chorus: 702] Beep me 911 or call me on my cell phone (Uh) I'll call you back To see what you gon' tell me (Say what, say what) You don't wanna date No ifs, ands, or waits, it's over, babe (Say what, say what, say what, say what) Beep me 911 or call me on my cell phone (Uh) I'll call you back To see what you gon' tell me (Say what, say what) You don't wanna date No ifs, ands, or waits it's over babe (Uh) [Verse 2: Missy Elliot] Why you cheating 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 goin' to all the parties) Left me in the dark with no kind of sign (Why don't you give me a sign?) [Chorus: 702] 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 (No thinking twice) (Say what, say what) 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 [Bridge: 702] All my friends say I can do better than you (Say what, say what) Maybe they was right cause I feel like a fool (Fool, fool) But I can't let you go until you take some time (Say what, say what) To tell me why you left me without a goddamn sign (Say what, say what) [Chorus: 702] 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 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Beep me 911 or call me on my cell phone I'll call you back To see what you gon' tell me (Say what) You don't wanna date No ifs, ands, or waits it's over babe, it's over (Magoo, Magoo) [Verse 3: Magoo] Type of nigga made built to last Look homegirl, I pump like gas when Get your friend and your girl and them (What?) My sex drive workout like a gym, Kim (What?) Was the girl that I used to hit You the girl that I gotta quit See the kitty Kit Gotta gold it like a light In the night you the freak come out We 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, staying alive Shoot me sugar, there it is Now we talking square biz I'm leaving you without arrears But I still luh the kids What you think, I'm hen pecked Girl get your mind checked Take the time, recollect I just gave you disrespect [Outro: Timbaland] Ah, like that Like that Beep me 911, baby Aha, aha, aha, aha... Aha, aha Aha, aha Say what, say what Misdemeanor, 702 Whatch'all gonna do? Fellas? Don't beep them 911 Don't beep them 911 Don't beep them 911 ************************************************** Ching-A-Ling[Intro] The party is ending at 2 A.M So whatever you must do.. Do it now! [Hook] Ching, ching, gettin paid over here Ching, ching, gettin paid over here (This is...) Thirsty, baby bring it over here Thirsty, baby bring it over here See my money maker, do my money maker (Crazy baby!) See my money maker, do my money maker (Serious maaaan!) (ereh revo ti gnirb ybab, ytsrihT) (ereh revo ti gnirb ybab, ytsrihT) [Verse 1] M-I-S-sy, Missy be a freak Sex so good, I can freak you in my sleep Ice on my sleeve, I can make a room freeze Pockets mo' bigger than a stripper booty cheeks Dudes weak when they look at my physique French on my feet cost a buck fifty I don't swing from a pole, Missy swing from a tree I'm Muhammad Ali cause I sting like a bee Whatchu know about that? So cute and fat I let him hit it once, I watch the dude come back Cause the back so stacked like it's sittin on a jack Missy be the mack, that's a true fact [Hook] Ching, ching, gettin paid over here Ching, ching, gettin paid over here (This is...) Thirsty, baby bring it over here Thirsty, baby bring it over here See my money maker, do my money maker (Crazy baby!) See my money maker, do my money maker (Serious maaaan!) (ereh revo ti gnirb ybab, ytsrihT) (ereh revo ti gnirb ybab, ytsrihT) [Verse 2] (I like this!) Big things pop, little things stop If you talk a lot, in your mouth you get socked Miss don't flop cause I only get props House on the water, Aston Martin in the lot Look at my watch, cost a whole lot So iced out you cain't see it tick-tock Yeah, I'm so hot and I can't be topped Artists drop down like Michael Jackson socks Got the game lock, make ya body rock If Missy ain't on it, then ya song don't knock You might get mopped like a floor so don't walk You don't need to spit unless you live what you talk (Let's go!) [Hook] Ching, ching, gettin paid over here Ching, ching, gettin paid over here (This is...) Thirsty, baby bring it over here Thirsty, baby bring it over here See my money maker, do my money maker (Crazy baby!) See my money maker, do my money maker (Serious maaaan!) (ereh revo ti gnirb ybab, ytsrihT) (ereh revo ti gnirb ybab, ytsrihT) [Verse 3] Missy switch it up, do ya damn thang Just like a chain, groupies wanna hang Talk that slang, gon' head and let it bang Make the hair stand like the hair on Don King Boom, boom, shing, I shine like bling bling Call me a queen, mean chicks stay in ya lane My flow so mean, if you know what I mean So fresh and clean, you can call me Irish Spring Whatchu know about that? Talk like ex-lax If ya game wack, then you ain't sayin jack Just like that, yea yea, to get axed Cause I got more hits than you can get out of a bat [Hook] Ching, ching, gettin paid over here Ching, ching, gettin paid over here (This is...) Thirsty, baby bring it over here Thirsty, baby bring it over here See my money maker, do my money maker (Crazy baby!) See my money maker, do my money maker (Serious maaaan!) (ereh revo ti gnirb ybab, ytsrihT) (ereh revo ti gnirb ybab, ytsrihT) ************************************************** Wake Up[Intro: Missy Elliott & JAY-Z] Ayo Hov, tell 'em, hip-hop better wake up Yeah, turn the motherfuckin' music up Yeah, turn the motherfuckin' music up [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] Motherfuckers betta wake up, stop sellin' crack to the black Hope you bought a spare for your flat Can't accept me talkin' real facts Down the hill like Jill and Jack, I speak what ya weak mind lacks Ya heard that? I'm creative to the fullest What you talkin' bout Willis 'Cause your talkin' never kill it I hear but don't feel it Thou ain't realest, you just sweet meat in the village Yeah I'm a Don Diva, Don Niva Y'all not seen her, heater squeezed into a wife beater Yep I'm a top leader, I got the Martin Luther King fever I'ma feed ya, what ya teacher need to preach ya It's time to get serious, black people all areas Who gon' carry us? It ain't time to bury us 'Cause music be our first love, say "I Do", let's cherish it [Chorus: Missy Elliott] If you don't got a gun (It's alright) If ya makin' legal money (It's alright) If you gotta keep ya clothes on (It's alright) You ain't got a cellular phone (It's alright) And ya wheels don't spin (It's alright) And you gotta wear them jeans again (It's alright) Yeah if you tried oh well (It's alright) MC's stop the beef, let's sell (It's alright) [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] Hip-Hop better wake up, the bed to makeups Some of y'all be faker than a drag on make up Got issues to take up, before we break up Like Elektra let go Miss Anita Baker I love Jacob, but jewelry won't fix my place up Gotta stay up, studio nights to cake up Now check my flavor, rich folks is now my neighbors I got cable, now check out how I made my paper Hip-Hop don't stop, be my Lifesaver Like Kobe and Shaq if they left Lakers I'm like an elevator DJ on the crossfader Black people wake up and see your ass later [Chorus: Missy Elliott] If you don't got a gun (It's alright) If ya makin' legal money (It's alright) If you gotta keep ya clothes on (It's alright) You ain't got a cellular phone (It's alright) And ya wheels don't spin (It's alright) And you gotta wear them jeans again (It's alright) Yeah if you tried oh well (It's alright) MC's stop the beef, let's sell (It's alright) [Verse 3: JAY-Z & Missy Elliott] I need rims that don't glisten and a booming system First piece of change I see, I'm gon' get one 745 no license to drive I ain't even got a home, I guess I'll live in my ride Fuck it (Rewind) (I can hear myself, but I can't feel myself) (I wanna feel myself like Tweet) 745 no license to drive I ain't even got a home, I guess I'll live in my ride Fuck it, couple karats in the ear won't hurt Need a nice chain, laying on this thousand dollar shirt Evisu Jeans cover the rectum, my kick game just like David Beckham Anybody in my way, I wet them I'ma be this way till the cops come catch 'em Til' detectives sketch 'em On the sidewalk wit' chalk, New York's infections Til' I got taught a lesson Couple niggas gone, couple went corrections Emory Got 10 Ty got fifteen, nigga even my kin Got five years bringin' nineteen in But just think I used to think like them Now they gotta live through the pictures that I send them in the pen Hope you don't start ya life where I end (Wake up) [Refrain] (Wake up) (Wake up) (Wake up) (Wake up) (Wake up) (Wake up) (Wake up) [Chorus: Missy Elliott] If you don't got a gun (It's alright) If ya makin' legal money (It's alright) If you gotta keep ya clothes on (It's alright) You ain't got a cellular phone (It's alright) And ya wheels don't spin (It's alright) And you gotta wear them jeans again (It's alright) Yeah if you tried oh well (It's alright) MC's stop the beef, let's sell (It's alright) ************************************************** On & On[Intro: Pharrell] Beware hahaha You're now listening to the sounds Of Mis-demeanor Turn everything up, all levels All my [fucking] levels Turn that [shit] the [fuck] up Huh? What? What? Is that a two-track? [Verse 1: Missy] Missy be the name and y'all should already know I been around as long as Scarface sold coke Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yo she ya Let me grab the microphone and I'mma take it away Every time I spit I blow one or two speakers Top model diva but my name not Eva Yeah I bring fever rocking classic adidas I'm straight off the heater ripping needles off the meter Here I go, flip my flow Back it up then I drop it low It's a must cause I'm dangerous I'll be a hassle on the busta call me angel dust I talk shit di, didn't stutter 2005 MC's in trouble You run for cover hide under your covers Cause you gone need more protection than a magnum rubber [Hook: Pharrell] Ah, ah, on Ah, ah, on Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah, ah, on and it's Ah, ah, on Ah, ah, on Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah, ah, on and it's Ah, ah, on Ah, ah, on Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah, ah, on and it's Ah, ah, on Ah, ah, on Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah, ah, on and it's [Verse 2] Missy finna spit shit simply raw Misdemeanor always make MCs feel small Stick you on the table with a plastic cup Say grace, then eat ya ass up Y'all just rookies, virgins, and nookies Not my competition you skip or play hookie Ain't nobody here that can tear the track up And naw I ain't done rapping so shut the hell up Keep it simple every time I flow If you step to me I shall throw blows Raise up like I's break nose I ain't about talking I'll lay 'em down slow And for sure y'all know Misdemeanor got 'em by the neck hit 'em low Ice cold heart like zero below If you wanna battle me then playa say so [Hook: Pharrell] Ah, ah, on Ah, ah, on Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah, ah, on and it's Ah, ah, on Ah, ah, on Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah, ah, on and it's Ah, ah, on Ah, ah, on Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah, ah, on and it's Ah, ah, on Ah, ah, on Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah, ah, on and it's [Verse 3] Let me tell you what I'm all about About spitting hot rhymes on out Yeah Pharrell did the beat oh yes And the way he put it down he make it sound so (fresh) I be the best don't second guess When it comes to other rappers bout it boy get flexed When I say I'm tight as wife beaters Missy bout to teach you how to follow the leader Hit the club in a blue two seater Looking like I'm finna cock a nine millimeter Get out with my high hill cuffs Twisting my ass cause I know what guys want Licking my lips like I'm taking him home Teasing and teasing I'm faking the funk Shaking my titties like I wanna bone Bend over slow then I tell him I'm gone [Hook: Pharrell] Ah, ah, on Ah, ah, on Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah, ah, on and it's Ah, ah, on Ah, ah, on Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah, ah, on and it's Ah, ah, on Ah, ah, on Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah, ah, on and it's Ah, ah, on Ah, ah, on Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah, ah, on and it's ************************************************** Take Away[Verse 1: Missy Elliott & Tweet] You're so incredible Ever since the day we became, we became, so personal Every day that I spend with you, it gets unforgettable Anything that I did with you, I don't regret at all (I love everything about you) [Chorus: Missy Elliott & Tweet] Take away (Oh, yeah), your gold and platinum chains (Oh, and I'm gonna love you baby) 'Cause I'm gon' love (Ooh-ooh), love you anyway (I ain't in it for the cheddar baby) I'm not in it for (Oh, no, no), for the love of cash (You might go broke, but I'm) 'Cause if you go broke (I'm not), I gotta make it last (Goin' nowhere, nowhere, nowhere) [Verse 2: Ginuwine] Listen, let's make, it national I want the whole world to know I'm with you, and I I'm in love Ain't no girl in this world can fill your shoes None, not at all The things you do for me is so unbelievable And you can take away all the platinum chains [Chorus: Missy Elliott & Ginuwine] Take away, your gold and platinum chains (Oh-oh, mhm) 'Cause I'm gon' love, love you anyway (I'ma love you anyway, yes I am) I'm not in it for, for the love of cash (I'm only in it for the love of you) 'Cause if you go broke, I gotta make it last (I gotta make it last baby, mm) [Refrain: Missy Elliot & Tweet] I just wanna be the perfect match (I just) You don't even have to ask (You don't, have to ask) I just wanna be the (Oh-oh) perfect match We become so attached (We become so attached, baby, that's all I ask) I just wanna be the perfect match You don't even have to ask I just wanna be the perfect match (Be the perfect match, baby) We become so attached (So attached) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Bridge] Now can you hold me, now can you feel me Now can you get near me For once in your lifetime, for once in your lifetime Now can you hold me, now can you feel me Now can you get near me For once in your lifetime, for once in your lifetime [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Take away, your gold and platinum chains 'Cause I'm gon' love, love you anyway I'm not in it for, for the love of cash 'Cause if you go broke, I gotta make it last ************************************************** Hot Boyz[Intro: Missy Elliott] This is for my ghetto motherfuckers Uh hey, are you really a hot boy? (Hot boy) Oh, check me (hot boy) [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] What's your name? 'Cause I'm impressed Can you treat me good? I won't settle for less You a hot boy, a rock boy A fun toy, tote a Glock boy Where you live? Is it by yourself? Can I move wit' you? Do you need some help? I cook, boy, I'll give you more I'm a fly girl, and I like those [Chorus: Missy Elliott & Lil' Mo] Hot boys Baby, you got what I want See, 'cause y'all be drivin' Lexus jeeps And the Benz jeeps and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin' cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's Hot boys Baby, you got what I want See, 'cause y'all be drivin' Jaguars And the Bentley's and the Rolls Royce Playin' hardballs wit' them Platinum Visa's [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] Is that your car, the XK8? Are you ridin' alone, can I be your date? Come get me, get me Don't diss me, don't trick me Got some friends, can they come too? Can you hook them up wit' some boys like you? A hot boy, a rock boy, on top boy And I like those [Chorus: Missy Elliott & Lil' Mo] Hot boys Baby, you got what I want See, 'cause y'all be drivin' Lexus jeeps And the Benz jeeps and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin' cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's Hot boys Baby, you got what I want See, 'cause y'all be drivin' Jaguars And the Bentley's and the Rolls Royce Playin' hardballs wit' them Platinum Visa's [Verse 3: Missy Elliott] Yo, I'mma dig in yo' pockets Dig in yo' wallets Is there money unfounded? Yeah, you got my heart poundin' You a hot boy, drive a drop boy With alot boy, and you tote a Glock boy Give me no reason, I know that you treatin' These diamonds I'm needin', make you believe it I want a lot, boy, with a hot boy Got a fun toy and you tote a Glock boy [Chorus: Missy Elliott & Lil' Mo] Hot boy Baby, you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin' you like endlessly (everyday, all day) Hot boy Baby you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin' you like endlessly (oh, yes I will) [Bridge: Missy Elliott] Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps And the Lincoln jeeps, and the Bentley's And the Jaguars, and the fly cars, uh uh, uh uh? Where you at? Uh uh, yeah yeah Where your Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps And the Lincoln jeeps, and the Bentley's And the Jaguars, and the fly cars, uh uh Where you at? Uh uh.. [Outro: Lil' Mo] Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah Hot boys, hot boys (I'm out) Hot boys, I like 'em like that ************************************************** Friendly Skies[Intro: Missy Elliott] Yeah A little slow jam [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] Kiss me, hold me The weatherman says it's gonna be Cold tonight Whatever man Whatever whatever whatever whatever Whatever man, you wanna do I'll be the pilot Don't miss your flight [Chorus: Missy Elliott] I'm stewardess of the plane Feel the turbulence and maintain Please refrain stay in your seats Until we reach the gate I'm stewardess of the plane Feel the turbulence and maintain Please refrain stay in your seats [Verse 2: Ginuwine & Missy Elliott] 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 [Chorus: Missy Elliott] 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'm stayin' my seat [Bridge : Ginuwine (& Missy Elliott)] 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 [Verse 3: Ginuwine (& Missy Eliott)] 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) 'Cause I'm a passenger of your plane Yeah [Outro: Electronic Voice] Missy fly with me Missy fly with me, fly with me Missy drive with me Missy drive with me, drive with me ************************************************** Cool Off[Intro] This is a Missy Elliott exclusive [Refrain] Do it, do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it, do it Get it, get it, get it, get it Get it, get it, get it, get it Get it, get it, get it, get it Get it, get it, get it, get it Missy in this bitch doin' shit you ain't never seen Missy in this bitch doin' shit you ain't never seen Get it, get it, get it, get it Get it, get it, get it, get it Get it, get it, get it, get it Get it, get it, get it (Stop) [Verse 1] Back in this bitch, Missy hoppin' out the sunroof I got 'bout hundred coupes, shooters with me, hundred troops Got a hundred bands, goin' H.A.M., we don't give a damn It go up and down, 'round and 'round like a ceiling fan 'Round like a ceiling fan 'Round like a ceiling fan 'Round like a ceiling fan 'Round like a ceiling fan [Refrain] Cool off Cool off, cool off, cool off Cool off, cool off, cool off Cool off, cool off, cool off [Verse 2] Break a sweat, make 'em lose control, ain't no AC Goin' hard, tempo forty-four, feel like Jay-Z Four, feel like Jay-Z Four, feel like Jay-Z Four, feel like Jay-Z Four, feel like Jay-Z (Stop) [Refrain] Do it, do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it, do it Cool off Cool off, cool off, cool off Cool off, cool off, cool off Cool off, cool off, cool off (Stop) [Verse 3] Play this again, I'm finna win Finna go off, finna go in Me and my friends, yeah, we on ten And the song never ends, no, the song never ends Body shaped like a fisheye lens I'll make it drop, yeah, I'll make it bend Cool off 'til I feel the wind Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten Way too high to get over me Way too low to get under my skin All the DJ's gon' hit that spin I'ma play this again and again and again (Stop) [Interlude] Cool off Woo Cool off, woo (Stop) Woo [Refrain] Cool off Cool off, cool off, cool off Cool off, cool off, cool off Cool off, cool off, cool off Do it, do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it, do it ************************************************** Lick Shots[Intro: Missy] Uh, ayo, Timbaland See, what they don't understand Is we about to flip our whole style on 'em For two-double-zero-one (Hey) And for those of you who hated (Hey) You only made us more creative (Misdemeanor, uh) [Verse 1: Missy] You don't wanna speak my name Mess around, get that ass blown away Brrah, fool, go on away I ain't never like your tail anyway Missy got somethin' to say I ride down the block in an Escalade Bling bling all in your face I think you might need to put on your shades Rah, I know you feel me doe You hatin' on me, but you hear me doe Twenty inch rims sittin' crazy low Ah, I'm a crazy ho I'ma keep the party live Me and Timbaland gonna flip it tonight Keep your hands in the sky Wave 'em 'round like you're crazy high [Chorus] Huh, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow [Verse 2: Missy] You don't know who I be Your mammy tell you not to fuck wit' me If I give you head, you'll never leave Rah, stop sweatin' me Flip it on the blackhand side Looka here boy, don't you even try it Make me dislocate your spine My rings fix your shine like turpentine What you comin' 'round here now fo'? Baby, hell no, you just want my dough Get ya black ass on the flo' Fool touch me, that's a no-no Rah, Mr. DJ, won't you play that song? Tell the freaks shake they nasty thongs Hey boys, won't you sing along? 'Cause we gon' rock the party 'til the early morn [Chorus] Huh, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow [Verse 3: Missy] Y'all don't hear me (Hot) You got your guns but you don't scare me (Ooh) Originality is leary (Uh) My own style and I ain't sharin' Back up, back up, easy now Hey y'all (Hot) Let's turn it up and tear the club down (Uh) Grab your drinks and give me two rounds I'll break you off, I'm goin' down down Watch yourself, I'm about to turn it up [Chorus] Huh, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow [Pre-Chorus] Listen Listen [Chorus] Huh, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow, time to lick shots Time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow ************************************************** Hit ‘Em Wit’ Da Hee[Intro: Lil Kim] Missy, ha ha Yeah, I like that [Verse 1: 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 Indica 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 Finnegan Christians repent then sin again, girls wanna be my friend again Lay up in my crib of wit', get up in my linens and While Misdemeanor hit notes like Sarafina, I subpeona you To my funk grooves see, I hit you wit' the huhhh! She hit ya with the hee [Verse 2: Missy Elliot] 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, yeah (Tunes) I drive through your hood And I hit 'em with... [Chorus: Missy Elliot] 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, hee haaa hee haaa [Verse 3: Missy Elliot] 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 [Chorus: Missy Elliot] 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) [Verse 4: Missy Elliot] 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 Niggas 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 [Chorus: Missy Elliot] I hit em with the hee 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 hee 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) [Outro: Mocha & (Missy Elliot)] 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) ************************************************** Bad Man[Intro: Vybz Kartel] Yo, what some boy feel like Dem know seh when dem see Missy Elliott and Vybz Kartel Dem career nuh start well, gunshot send dem to hell, 45 Haskell [Missy Elliott] WOO!!! HA!!!! Sak Passe?!!! WOO WOO WOO WOO!!! HA!!! AHHH!!!!! [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] What dem do dem rude badman (Badman) Dem nuh want mi shoot badman (Badman) Tell dem, dem be one dead man (Badman) If dem batty boy play badman Smash di place, smash di place, smash di place, smash di place (WOO!!!) Smash di place, smash di place, smash di place, smash di place (HA!!!) What dem do dem rude bad gal (Bad gal) Dem get shot dem play bad gal (Bad gal) Body drop dem not bad gall (WOO!!!) When dem stop gimme pop bad girl (HA!!!!) Knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out Knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out [Bridge: Missy Elliott] Drums!!!! WOO!!! Drums!!! [Verse 2: Vybz Kartel] (*Missy Elliott) Like a nozzle plus a hippie, yeah, Vybz Kartel and Missy, yeah Playa hater punk a get kicked until dem dizzy If yuh real badman nuh fraid fi buss gun (*WOO!!!) When mi a come up don't stand up just run Fi mek blood stain mi get a custom (BLOCKA BLOCKA!!!!) First serve to first come (*HA!!!!) AK rifle this mi long gun Magnum four four caliber mi hand gun One shot shift dock couple plane land down (*HA!!!!) Bulletproof buss up like a condom General real badman, we a di general real badman Decorated with hearts of metal, we have a heart that's made of metal General real badman, we a di general real badman Decorated with hearts of metal, we have a heart that's made of metal [Bridge: Missy Elliott] (Vybz Kartel) Yes! Smash di place, smash di place, WOO!!! (Forty Five Haskel) [Verse 3: M.I.A.] (*Missy Elliott) (Ho!) Some bad mi nuh like to play Dem nuh worry mi when they say They nuh like mi mi nuh like they I be wilder than Tim McVeigh Fuck 'em all and that's what I say Now I see that it ain't easy Everyone plays a part in our day Humpty Dumpty we need every piece play Some people are rude on the low though They gonna get shook to the floor (*WOO!!!) Some people are rude on the road though They gonna get hurt lot more (*Yes) Some people are rude on the road though Gonna get hit to the floor (*Drums!!!) [Bridge: Missy Elliott] HA!!! Fire baby!!! [Outro: Missy Elliott] Dem nuh want test I, dem die, bwoy mi know I dem try Smash it up see mi nickel plated nine Buck dem buck dem straight to mi eye Buck dem down, buck dem down... ************************************************** Back in the Day[Intro] "Brothers and sisters! Brothers and sisters, I don't know what this world is coming to!" [JAY-Z, Missy] Whassup, Missy? Timbo! This is.. another.. Missy Elliott (Hip-Hop! Yes!) Exclusive (Yes, uh) [Verse 1: Jay-Z] One for the butters, I came from the gutter No I came from my mother but y'all know what I mean Hov' is here to stay like permanent crease in your jeans Me and Missy be the new Tag Team "Whoomp! There It Is" We like, Rae & Ghost, A.G. and Showbiz We "Public Enemy #1," our "Uzi Weighs a Ton" This is our house, Run! hahaha [Missy] What happened to those good old days? (Huh?) When hip-hop, was so much fun Ohh, house parties in the summer y'all (C'mon) And no one, came through with a gun (A guh-un) It was all about good music y'all It helped to relieve some stress (Huh?) Ohh, we was under one groove y'all (Y'all) So much love between North and West [Hook: Missy Elliott] Go back in the day British Knights and gold chains Do the prep and cabbage patch And wear your laces all fat Back in the dayyyyyyyy, hey hey Hip-Hop has chaaaanged [Verse 2: Missy] Remember when we used to battle? (Uh huh) On the block before the lights came on (Yeah) Ohh! Mama said we would be straight A kids (Come on) If we did our homework, like we knew those songs Salt-N-Pepa, Rakim, and P.E D.M.C, and Heavy D Yes! Daddy Kane, Slick Rick, too (Oooh ooh!) MC Lyte opened, doors for you and me, c'mon [Hook (JAY-Z)] Go back in the day British Knights and gold chains Do the prep and cabbage patch And wear your laces all fat Back in the dayyyyyyyy, hey hey (Young!) Hip-Hop has chaaaanged (J. Breezy, let's do it again, nigga) [Verse 3: JAY-Z] Rough, the way it oughta be From day KRS-One all the way up to Nineteen Naughty Three To M.O.P., we Cold as Ice Nigga, we rock it from the "Dre Day" to the Suge Knight So fuck Chuck Phillips and Bill O'Reilly If they try to stop hip-hop, we all gon' rally, nigga Post Biggie and 'Pac I gotta hold down the city Make a nigga wanna holla like Missy, but fuck it Just let a nigga MC The best rapper alive, unquestionably If you riff on your EP, you gonna need an MD So you gots to chill cause I kill at will Like solid water dude; y'all niggas don't get it "Kill at Will," solid water? Ice Cube Ha ha, that's how hip-hop has evolved Jay-Z's for President, I'm namin Ra as the National God [Missy] Me and Jigga, Jigga J-J-Jay-Hova I rocks the mic right whether I'm pissin' drunk or sober Misdemeanor fo'-finger ringer I'm stupid FRESH I've been hot since LL rocked the Kangol HAT Yes yes, the yes yes, the yes y'alln C'mon... AW YEA, AW YEA Okay, me, that nigga Jigga, fresh dressed in the mornin' C'mon... AW YEA, AW YEA [Hook: Missy Elliott] Go back in the day British Knights and gold chains Do the prep and cabbage patch And wear your laces all fat Back in the dayyyyyyyy, hey hey Hip-Hop has chaaaanged {*ad libs and whistling*} [Break: Missy] I wanna, go back in, time (let's go) Feels like I, I wanna, go back in, time Feels like I (Y'all remember "Self Destruction"?) I wanna, go back in, time (Where all the rap artists got on a record together?) Feels like I, I wanna, go back in, time (I used to love them days, no tension, let's go!!) [Hook: Missy Elliott] Go back in the day British Knights and gold chains Do the prep and cabbage patch And wear your laces all fat Back in the dayyyyyyyy, hey hey Hip-Hop has chaaaanged ************************************************** 4 My People[Intro: Missy Elliott] Yo, this is for my motherf— club heads, you feel me? (Yeah) Ow! People, gangsters and pimps and people Smokin' that lethal reefer Up in the club with speakers Hi hats, some base and tweeters DJ is jockin' needles Sweat 'til I catch a fever Call me the illest diva Yo, I'm on fire People, go 'head and drink up Get in the club, get fucked up See me, you got get lucked up Someone to touch and rub up Show me some love, strip off your clothes And take off your socks [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] The party's jumpin', I see something fine Boy, I wanna kiss you, but I'm just too shy Let me dance with you, let me wear you out Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out The music's bangin' way down in my soul When you dance behind me, I lose all control Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist Yo, when the music come on, you take my breath away [Chorus: Missy Elliott] This is for my people, my party people And this is for my people, my mother— people C'mon (C'mon), get down (Get, get on down) C'mon (C'mon), get down (Get, get on down) This is for my people (Say what?), my party people And this is for my people (Huh?), my ecstasy people C'mon (C'mon), get down (Get, get on down) C'mon (C'mon), get down (Get, get on down) [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] I'm at the bar now and I'm buying drinks And I got this feeling and it's all over me I wanna dance with you and lick your face Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy The vibe is right now and I'm 'bout to score Mr. DJ, can you play this joint once more? 'Cause I see the man I want, I want him right away I look him right in his face and say, "Dance with me" [Chorus: Missy Elliott] This is for my people, my party people And this is for my people, my mother— people C'mon (C'mon), get down (Get, get on down) C'mon (C'mon), get down (Get, get on down, get on down) This is for my people (Say what?), my party people And this is for my people (Huh?), my ecstasy people C'mon (C'mon), get down (Get down) C'mon (C'mon), get down (Get, get on down) [Bridge: Missy Elliott] Freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back Baby, you the mack and you know that Put the needle on the track, skip that, flip that, bring the beat back Oh, freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back Baby, you the mack and you know that Put the needle on the track, skip that, flip that, bring the beat back Uno (Uno), dos (Dos), tres (Tres) Uno (Uno), dos (Dos), tres (Tres) Uno (Uno), dos (Dos), tres (Tres) Uno (Uno), dos (Dos), tres (Tres) [Verse 3: Eve] Can't stand when a nigga fuckin up my plans All night ducking him while I'm tryna dance Drunk and his breath stink, freaky with his hands Cocky with his mouthpiece like he got a fan Can't stand when a bitch all on my side I don't even know her and she all up in my light Givin' me the side eye like she wanna fight Philly known for boxing, bitch, better get it right Can't stand when a DJ fuckin' up the song Know I'm tryin to shake my ass all night long Cuttin' up the same shit all night long High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown Can't stand when it ain't jumpin' like I want Bouncer try stop my fun, take away my blunt I don't give a fuck, he ain't gon' take away my fun See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run, uh [Chorus: Missy Elliott] This is for my people, my party people And this is for my people, my mother— people C'mon (C'mon), get down (Get, get on down) C'mon (C'mon), get down (Get, get on down, down) This is for my people (Say what?), my party people And this is for my people (Huh?), my ecstasy people C'mon (C'mon), get down (Get, get on down) C'mon (C'mon), get down (Get, get on down) ************************************************** Slide[Intro] This is another Missy Elliott exclusive [Verse 1: Missy] My twinkies look stinky on the Benz And don't I gotta look sweet for my mens And make 'em think I got a whole bunch of paper And even date a ball player from the Lakers Now fake a take and make 'em holler at cha later Shake em Wake em and tell 'em what to get my ass from Jacob's That's the way a real diva like to floss it Buy a car no matter what is costs Of course my Rolls Royces make 'em nauseous Tell you who the motherfucking boss is I'm driving, you walking that's why you talking See the chrome spinning on the wheels stop jocking I`mma let you know real nice and slow I'd be broke as a joke if I had to be a ho So poor, Missy on the rise like the sun If you think that I`m done, I ain`t even begun [Hook] Slide, Slide, Dip, Dip, Shake Move it all around Move it all around Slide, Slide, Dip, Dip, Shake Move it all around Move it all around [Verse 2] Feel the boombastic in ya back head 15"s putting holes in ya back head Bbboomp bbboomp bbboomb bbboomb Don't it sound so fantastic My Lamborghini disappear like Houdini Two-Twenty can't see me in the bottle like a Genie Teeny, Weeny, now hate me like you hate to eat your Wheaties Now here's a freebie, I`mma let you see me on T.V Accepting my Emmy or a Grammy in Miami I hit you with the one, two, whammy You no tooth granny, with a hole in her panties And I don't give a shit if you can't stand me Cause I is what I is, and what I am is like my Mammy And I don't mean to sound too petty But they use to call me Fatty until I got with Puff Daddy [Hook] Slide, Slide, Dip, Dip, Shake Move it all around Move it all around Slide, Slide, Dip, Dip, Shake Move it all around Move it all around [Verse 3] My rims keep turnin' and turnin' Tires burnin' through Queens and Mount Vernon And yes it's my concern that: Your chain Platinum or is it really Sterling? I'm old school I rock a Sherlin From New Jers heard all the way to Berlin And that's for certain Behind every curtain is a snake bitch lurking and she about to catch a hurtin Mr. Moes on the beats And Missy be the beats behind the beats My record sales don't jump or do leaps And while you sleep I'm on the ground as I creep (you should creep) I got Pumas on my feet Fresh gear everyday, all week You know I keep it hot for my peeps Never cheap underground like the streets [Hook] Slide, Slide, Dip, Dip, Shake Move it all around Move it all around Slide, Slide, Dip, Dip, Shake Move it all around Move it all around ************************************************** Pass That Dutch (Remix)[Intro] Listen up everyone! we have been just informed That there's an unknown virus that's attacking all clubs Symptoms have been said to be - heaving breathing Wild dancing, coughing So when you hear the sound - who-di-whoooo! Run for cover motherfucker! Woooooo! Ahh daddy! Ooooo! Ah! oh, ooh! Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ooh) Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ah) Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ah) Pass that dutch (whoo), pass that dutch [Verse - 1] Misdemeanor on the flow, pretty boy here I come Pumps and a bump make you wanna hurt something I can take your man I don't have to sex em Hang em out the window, call me Michael Jackson (hehehee!) I'm a pain in your rectum, I am that bitch y'all slept on Heavy hitter, rhyme spitter, call me Re-Run Hey hey hey, I'm what's happ'nin Hypnotiq in my drink (that’s right!) Shake ya ass till it stink (that's right!) Mr. Mos' on the beat (that's right!) Put it down for the streets (that's right!) [Hook] (Who-di-whooooooooooooo!) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch, pass that dutch Come on pass the dutch baby! (ahh!) Shake-shake shake ya stuff ladies! (Who-di-whooooooooooooo!) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (ahh!) Don't stop, get it till ya clothes get wet [Verse - 2] Number one - drums go bump, bump, bump This beat here will make your pum pum jump If you's a fat one, put your clothes back on Before you start putting pot holes in my lawn Oh my gosh, oh my gosh I'm under attack like my name was Saddam I am the bomb from New York to Milan And I can write a song sicker than Jeffrey Dahm' (Woop woop!) Don't touch my car alarm Break in my car you will hear "Viper Armed" I've been a superstar since Daddy Kane was raw I'm live on stage, c'mon and give me some applause "Thank you! oh thank you, you all are so wonderful!" [Hook] (Who-di-whooooooooooooo!) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch, pass that dutch Come on pass the dutch baby! (ahh!) Shake-shake shake ya stuff ladies! (Who-di-whooooooooooooo!) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (ahh!) Don't stop, get it till ya clothes get wet [Interlude] Listen up motherfuckers You have five seconds to catch your breath Five - four - three - two - one [Busta] It would be my pleasure If you just let me knock they ass out for you baby Let's go! It's the immaculate, incredible Magnificent, unforgettable, unimaginable So that's such a dramatical situation See all the shit you be facin' While I be in the place In a way that be keeping the party shaking (oh) Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four, hut Get that thong, shorty, pull it out your butt (what) See a crew of the baddest bitches laying the cut (what) If you ain't saying shit for, we keep your mouth shut What, shut, what, shut, what, keep your mouth shut I brought a couple shorties back and they cleaning my house up Almost forgot to mention I'm one of the most important And relevant in the street like a genius who speak intelligent, ah Look at all of the shades of my diamonds in my bezzle When light hits, forget it, I court a charge of embezzlement Missy, give it to 'em, let's take 'em all on a ride Just remember to pass the dutch on the left hand side [Missy] Whooo Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, come on pass the dutch baby Shake, shake, shake your stuff ladies Whooo Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat Don't stop, get it till your clothes get wet [Missy] Pop that, pop that, make that money Just keep it going like the Energizer bunny Shake that, shake that, move it all around Spank that, yank that dutch back now Freak him, freak her, whatever your choice Didn't come to judge, I came to get you moist Scream (whoo whoo!) now my voice is lost Can I get a ride on a white horse *horse* [Missy] Whooo Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, come on pass the dutch baby Shake, shake, shake your stuff, ladies Whooo Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat Don't stop, get it till your clothes get wet [Missy] Pop that, pass the dutch baby, jiggle that fat ************************************************** Can You Hear Me[Intro: Diane Haughton phone call] Missy it's Diane Here's the information for the Where you can send the flowers to The florist for Aaliyah I'll give you the phone number In case you need it Okay Missy, take of yourself I love you I love you, bye bye [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] I been checkin' on your moms and dad (uh) And your brother since the day you left (left) Passed on and went away with God (uh) But for your momma its been so damn hard I hate to even hear her cry (cry) Aaliyah she asked me why (why) Would her baby girl go this way (oh) Can you give me better words to say [Chorus 1: Missy] Come one day she'll see you again With the same ol' beatiful smile Long hair and the voice of a hummin' bird You'll be singing them same ol' songs Aaliyah can you hear me I hope that you're proud of me Me and Tim we been doin' our thing But its never been the same since you had to go I ain't never met a friend more incredible Ohhh... [Verse 2: Chilli] I know you're in real good hands With God but damn I miss you Aaliyah if you see Left Eye Will you Tell her me and 'Boz miss her too Cuz no one's gonna fill her space (uh uh) T-C, L not replaced All the reasons we learned to love (love) Fly high wit' your 22 doves [Chorus 2: TLC & Missy] One day we'll see her again With the same ol' beautiful smile Crazy but sexy cool And she'll be rappin' them same ol' songs Lisa can you hear me We hope that you're proud of us TLC has come a long way But its never been the same since you had to go Cuz the healin' process will be long and slow Yeah [Verse 3: Missy Elliott, Chilli] Aaliyah I know you're in a safer place You're face to face with the creator and our maker And if you and Left Eye happen to chat Tell her me and Tionne we know she's much safer If you see Biggie smalls up in the clouds Tell him he's still the illest emcee we had around 2Pac there is only one, Big Pun R.I.P We say one (one yeah yeah) [Chorus 3: Missy & TLC] One day we'll see y'all again With the same ol' beautiful smiles All styles so many styles And y'all be doin' the same old things The last time we seen ya We hope y'all can change the world Let 'em see how short life be It will never be the same since ya had to go To the music world y'all are incredible [Outro: Chili] Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah ************************************************** Izzy Izzy Ahh[Intro] Timbaland, uh-uh Maganoo G-G, Ginuwine Aaliyah Saint Nick Saint Nick Imbaland [Verse 1] I pulls up in my stretch (Stretch) I let my homegirls flex my 9-8 Close and closer, they follow in my limo, playin' CD's Of when I used to hee-hee totally in my ass cheeks They sweat these beats for any kinda jeeps You know how I is So freakin' hot that I siz Geewiz, get my clothes tailored like I'm Liz Miz I'm comin' for your ass in a min, seconds or hours Everything I do seem to bloom like flowers I cruise these beats like I'm drivin' Eddie Bauer (Beep beep) Some of ya'll MC's mad I got the power I hit you with brrrppp, take that Niggas wanna scat when I, uh, take that What? Mmm, take that Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, uh-uhh [Chorus] Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah Hard bitches be talkin' like they rah rah Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay None of y'all fools ain't got shit on me Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah Hard bitches be talkin' like they rah rah Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay None of y'all fools ain't got shit on me [Verse 2] M-A to the G, double O My man Moe, smooth like Joe Timbaland, where you get the dough? I'mma get my niggas Nigga, go and get ya hoes Flows to me come so natural I'mma take a stroll, roll this hydro I'mma take my ass to Pazzaz and Essoh Slow oh, down diggy diggy doh [Chorus] Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah Bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay None of y'all fools ain't got shit on me Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah Bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay None of y'all fools ain't got shit on me [Bridge] You never heard beats like this before (Uh, uh) When me and Timberland walk through the door (Uh, uh) Our style be tighter than before (Uh, uh) You like our steelo You never heard beats like this before (Uh, uh) When me and Timberland walk through the door (Uh, uh) Our style be tighter than before (Uh, uh) You like our steelo Oh oh oh [Chorus] Oh oh oh Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah Yeah yeah oh oh oh Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah Yeah yeah oh oh oh Bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay None of y'all fools ain't got shit on me Izzy Izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah Bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay Blahzah blahzah blahzay Oh oh oh Yeah yeah oh oh oh Yeah yeah oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh oh oh ************************************************** Funky Fresh Dressed[Intro: Missy] This is a Misdemeanor exclusive If your radio is experiencing any kind of difficulties Turn the volume up Yes, turn the volume up Yes, turn the volume up This is an exclusive (Turn the volume up) [Verse 1: Missy] It's very necessary, on the contrary No you do not scare me, is you drinkin' Bloody Mary? But shit, you betta hurry, before I have to bury My attitude is bitchy, cuz my period is heavy I used to drive a Chevy, put twenties on that Bevy My nigga was the shit, but then that stupid nigga left me And now I'm lovin' Larry, but Larry go with Terri And Terri is a freak, but it's his baby she will carry The life he live's a fairy, cartoon like "Tom and Jerry" My flow is legendary and your style is temporary Yeah, you need to worry, like Jason, it gets scary The words that I spit don't fit in that category Is my vision blurry? My speech is very slurry Me without Tim is like Jamaicans with no curry And yes, it's necessary, so hurry, nigga, hurry Cuz when this album drops, you whack MC's will all get burried [Hook] Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) [Verse 2: Missy] Your style's very crummy, that's why you have no money You always looking bummy, I don't care if you don't love me Don't try to come before me, unless you are a dummy Repeat, you'll lose your teeth and I would hate to call you gummy Rainy or sunny, battle no way, honey This not a game of Hide-and-Seek, go call ya mummy It's about get so ugly, and I'mma keep y'all runnin' Hiding from me, cuz you know you are weak You ain't sayin' nothin', I keep it jumpin' jumpin' In your Kenwoods, I'm bumpin' sumthin' in ya trunk'n You can say I'm buggin', cuz when I come out bustin' That's why y'all be discussin' who I like and who I'm fuckin' [Hook] Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) [Break: Timbaland] C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon Fickidy, uh, uh, uh C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon [Verse 3: Ms. Jade] I had a little homie named Paul Revere Smokes blunt after blunt, guzzled 40's of beer Used to swear up and down every first of the year He was gon' quit smokin', but he never did Watch y'all huskey, it's about that time Gettin' ready for the club 'round quarter to nine Couple bottles of hypnotic in the back of the ride Might spit like a girl, but I hit like a guy Me and Missy ballin' up the avenue Funky fresh dressed to impress, we mackin' dudes Music biz only reason I ain't jackin fools You know bullshit walk and stackin' rules Niggas keep drawin', the streets keep callin' Drink til' I'm nice and uh, uh-uh, on'n I'm bad luck, y'all mad cuz y'all suck Please do not try to fuck with young duck Please do not try to fuck with young duck [Hook] Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) ************************************************** Why I Still Love You[Intro] This is a Missy Elliott exclusive [Verse 1] I keep comin' back to you And I ask myself why Hey, guess I love that nigga too much Just don't waste up my time Mm, I go way out my way Making you satisfied But it don't matter, boy, how hard I try You don't care how I be feelin' inside You gon' make me tell you, "Kiss my ass goodbye" [Chorus] Why the hell I still love you? Why the hell I still love you, baby? I feel like I can't trust you And I feel I can't trust you, no, no Cheating on me, why must you? Hey, 'cause you do me wrong and you don't do me right (Hey) I'll fight you and your chick on sight (Hey) Don't play with me 'cause baby, I'm 'bout that life [Verse 2] Boy, you know I get jealous And I don't like to share Hey, I love you so much 'Til I'm losin' myself I done tried and I tried (Ohh) I don't know what to do You walkin' 'round, got the girls thinkin' you cute (Hey) I'ma do me, nigga, you can go and do you (Hey) Better not play me 'cause you gon' get the boot [Chorus] Why the hell I still love you? Why the hell I still love you, love you, baby? I feel like I can not trust you And I feel I can't trust you, can't trust you, no Cheating on me, why must you? It don't matter how I It don't matter, baby, how hard I try (Hey) You don't care how I be feelin' inside (Hey) You gon' realize when I find me a new guy [Outro] You can go 'head, I'm gon' be alright Pay my own bills, I'm gon' be alright All by myself, I'm gon' be alright I don't need you, I'm gon' be alright Stay where you at, I'm gon' be alright Don't try to come back, I'm gon' be alright Be on your way, I'm gon' be alright Stay out my face, I'm gon' be alright ************************************************** Bring the Pain"One two three four five six seven eight nine!" - Chuck D "Are we on the air?" [Intro: Missy Elliott] Uhh, uhh .. (HA?) Uhh (HA?) uhh (HA?) Uhh, this is - uhh, a Missy Elliott - uhh, exclusive Uh-huh.. woo!! [Verse 1: Missy] I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Ooh baby, what's your name? (HA?) I love the way you're spittin' the game You made me change from thinkin' all guys the same You the type of guy I wanna marry in months Got exactly what I want (HA?) And ain't no fakin' the funk Your attitude is funk and you're makin' me crunk (C'mon) [Hook: Missy - singing] Yes it's real baby Got me so crazy Light my fire dirty Like the way you serve me Stimulate my body Crunk just like a party Ohh, you won't be sorry My papi, I'm yo' mami [Verse 2: Missy] I'm in your life to come and let you explore (HA?) And take you on a tour The kind of guys that be talkin' that noise Is the reason I ignore (UH-HA!) And you the one I wanna take to MEET MOMS "He's a rap superstar" (UH-HA!) I wanna be the one You like, I'm sure to do you right [Hook] Yes it's real baby Got me so crazy Light my fire dirty Like the way you serve me (Oooh Oooh) Stimulate my body Crunk just like a party Ohh, you won't be sorry My papi, I'm yo' mami [Verse 3: Method Man (Missy)] Is it real hon, if it's really real? (Let's chill) Maybe pop an X pill (How the sex feel?) Come and get your next thrill (You the raw deal) Yo I'm sayin if your man won't (Mr. Meth will) That's amoré, all day, mind over matter And my forte is foreplay, sex on a platter have it your way Then who, serve you everything on the menu And all that freak shit that you into? Sweet lady, you drive me half crazy Maybe, we can go half on a baby (On a baby?) Poppa got a brand new bag Hidden in the stash of his brand new Jag Lovely, kick your shoes off and get comfy We can bump uglies if you ain't got your monthly Yes I, like "American Pie" Tell 'em M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-Y [Hook] Yes it's real baby Got me so crazy Light my fire dirty Like the way you serve me Stimulate my body Crunk just like a party Ohh, you won't be sorry My papi, I'm yo' mami [Verse 4: Missy] M-E-T-H-O-D, Man M-I-S-S-Y, I am I came came to bang bang the boogie I see you lookin to bang out my nookie You want my cookies I baked for you rookies Work hard they want me to bang bang and stick me If you want my nookie you got to come quickly M-E-T-H-O-D is ya wit me? (Mr. Meth) is ya wit me? ************************************************** Meltdown[Intro] Bet it, bet it taste like candy [Verse 1] I broke up wit my ex I couldn't take his sarcasm Everytime we bone I had to fake an orgasm Moanin and groanin tried to make him feel manly I'd rather use my toys, plus my hands come in handy I finally told him that my heart was somewhere else Whenever we sexed I wished that he was someone else That dude that approached me at the bar the other night That be the mister right and hot enough to melt some ice I think I'm in love like Beyonce be with Jigga It's not his major figure that want him to be my nigga He got that magic stick that make my little pussy quiver Juices runnin like a river slowly down my kitty litter Boy I'm so glad I found a nigga like you A thug like you to make a girl say - ooh Hope he feel as strong as my po hah do With you by my side its like I'm drunk off booze If you be my man only my man I wouldn't mind tastin' your magic stick, magic stick If you don't cheat or sleep around Ain't nothing wrong with tastin' your magic stick [Hook] I bet it taste like candy, made to melt in my mouth I know you got plenty, baby you the shit Now what you workin wit candy made to melt in my mouth I know you got plenty, I like the way, I like the way I like the way, I like the way [Refrain] I like the way you work your stick boo The way you work it like voodoo The way you wind and you wind and you grind Don't stop the way you work your stick Baby the way you work your stick Baby keep on and keep on and keep on keep goin [Verse 2] My ex-boyfriend had to go He didn't know how to work that magic stick But I found a guy that sure do love It's so true his love is cla-hassic yeah oohhh [Hook] I bet it taste like candy, made to melt in my mouth I know you got plenty, baby you the shit Now what you workin wit candy made to melt in my mouth I know you got plenty, I like the way, I like the way I like the way, I like the way [Refrain] I like the way you work your stick boo The way you work it like voodoo The way you wind and you wind and you grind Don't stop the way you work your stick Baby the way you work your stick Baby keep on and keep on and keep on keep goin [Verse 3] I could play Janet you could play J.D If you like Beyonce you could play Jay-Z Check for them other chicks cos they not me They're just some copy cats there's only one Missy M-to the I double ss don't test I'm hard as the cushion on a bulletproof vest But you got me whipped like slaves in the days You're cool as the shade and ice and lemonade I think I wanna marry you baby I will carry Guess it's necessary and on the contrary You be mister right and mister legendary The more I fall in love the more it gets scary [Refrain] I like the way you work your stick boo The way you work it like voodoo The way you wind and you wind and you grind Don't stop the way you work your stick Baby the way you work your stick Baby keep on and keep on and keep on keep goin [Outro] I think I'm in love like Beyonce be with Jigga ************************************************** Nothing Out There for Me[Intro: Beyoncé, Missy] There ain't nothin' out there! A Missy Elliot exclusive *phone ringing* I know one thing Beyoncé better not answer this phone Hundred ladies ain't free, I ain't got no money either shoot We 'posed to been at the club Hello? Beyoncé I know you ain't lettin' dat broke down, insecure LL Cool J wanna be nigga keep you in da house for another Friday Yo just, just go ahead I'mma stay here wit' my man Ain't nothin' out there for me [Verse 1: Beyoncé (Missy)] My man don't like my friends (Girl yo man ain't no good why he tryin' to keep you in?) He say they influence me (If I was an influence I woulda been said leave) But boy I love him so (Girl we late for the club, why you still don't wanna roll?) Cuz I got my prize right here (See, the guys at da party) Ain't nothin' out there for me (Come on) [Chorus: Missy & Beyoncé] Ain't nothin' out there for me, this is where I wanna be I done already been in the streets And ain't came across nothin' so sweet He's the only man that I love, and I don't need more than one So don't worry when I'm hangin' out He's the only one that I'm thinkin' about [Verse 2: Beyoncé (Missy)] I know he's insecure, everytime I leave out the door (You lettin' him spoil yo' night? Live ya life, you ain't even his wife) He ain't gotta worry bout' me cuz' I got somethin' more sweet (Oh, you must got a diamond ring) And I know I'm so lucky ain't nothin' [Chorus: Missy & Beyoncé] Ain't nothin' out there for me, this is where I wanna be I done already been in the streets And ain't came across nothin' so sweet He's the only man that I love, and I don't need more than one So don't worry when I'm hangin' out He's the only one that I'm thinkin' about [Bridge: Beyonce] I really love him, he's my baby fo sho (my baby) I can show him, I love him more then ever before (And I love him) And he don't know I'm in love Like the time that we met (I adore him) I adore him and no man has come closer then that (I love him) I really love him, he's my baby fo sho (my baby) I can show him, I love him more then ever before (And I love him) And he don't know I'm in love Like the time that we met (I adore him) I adore him and no man has come closer then that (I adore him) [Chorus: Missy & Beyoncé] Ain't nothin' out there for me, this is where I wanna be I done already been in the streets And ain't came across nothin' so sweet He's the only man that I love, and I don't need more than one So don't worry when I'm hangin' out He's the only one that I'm thinkin' about [Outro: Beyoncé, Missy (Beyoncé)] Look, you goin' or what? Go ahead I'mma stay here wit' my man Ain't nothin' out there for me There's a lotta guys wit' cash and they like to spend money fast Now is you sure about dat? I'm chillin' wit' my man wha part don't you understand? Yeah I'm sure about dat I think you should really go, I heard the party is outta control Make sure you sure about that I don't care about no club Cuz my man is all I love, yeah I'm sure about that Don't let em' blow ya high, go out and have a nice time Is you sure about that? Girl I do not get high and wit' him I'm spendin' all my time Yeah, I'm sure about that Ok stay wit cha man, I'll be at the club doin' my dance, woo! (You’re the only one that I'm thinkin' about) ************************************************** Crazy Feelings[Verse 1: 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 [Chorus: Beyoncé and Missy] Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you [Verse 2: Beyoncé] 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 [Chorus: Beyoncé and Missy] Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you [Bridge: 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 [Chorus: Beyoncé and Missy] Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you ************************************************** Get Ur Freak On (Nelly Furtado Remix)[Intro: Missy Elliott, Nelly Furtado] REMIX! Come in and I landed With Nelly Furtado... Come in and I landed What you gotta say, oh [Verse 1: Nelly Furtado] She's a freak, and I'm a chief head banger With the top down low on the flow 'cause you're so fresh (fresh!) Like b-boys with vests, like runners carve chests Haha, haha I run like the breeze to catch this life But sometimes get a need 'til I bleed! There's truth, I go; there's a rhyme, I will tell it; a story, I'll defend it Missy come in and I landed! Hell, where did she come from? This international goddess sun So get your hands up like this hun, until the party's just begun So come over to my house and that's where this song's from A less for the laugh from West Coast breeze Portuguese diva! And Missy is the woman who always be cookin' Say something for Neltado who come dip her vibin' From DC to T.Dot and all around the world, come Giddy up, giddy up, back, back up to my girl! [Hook: Missy Elliot, Nelly Furtado] Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on (Get, get, get, get) Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on (Rrr g-get, get, get) Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on (Get, get, get, g-get) Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on (G-get your freak on) [Verse 2: Nelly Furtado, Missy Elliot] Who's that bitch? Meep meep! (Oh...) Nelly, Nelly, Nelly Furtado all in your stereo I'm pumping louder, please don't tell me you don't like the flow You cry to me to put this down, so let me step it, yo (Yo!) It's a original flow, people better lay low Stick you up like velcro, 'cause me and Nelly say so I'm doin' how we do, some strange loose in your crew Because my fire springs your head round, right Missy, Missy! [Hook: Missy Elliot, Nelly Furtado] Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on (Get, get, get, get) Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on (Rrr g-get, get, get) Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on (Get, get, get, g-get) Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on (G-get your freak on) Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on (Get) Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on (Get) Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah) Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on [Verse 3: Missy Elliot] They wan' dance Everybody getting freak-deaky, wan' dance Grab your partners, tear 'em by the ass and wan' dance Wine your body swiftly to the beat, dem wan' dance! Dem wan' dance, dem wan' dance! Everybody crank in the club - dem wan' dance Everybody hot and on the block - dem wan' dance Everybody gettin freak-deaky wan' dance, dem wan' dance, uh [Break: Nelly Furtado] Yeah [Hook: Missy Elliot, Nelly Furtado] Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on (Get, get, get, get) Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on (Rrr g-get, get, get) Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on (Get, get, get, g-get) Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on (G-get your freak on) [Outro: Missy Elliot, Nelly Furtado] REMIX! With Nelly Furtado... Get your freak on Ne-Ne-Nelly Furtado, hehehe Get your, get your (A'ight) Get your, get-get, g-get, get yo-our (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) Some new shit Doji do doji do doji dedingdingding... ************************************************** They Don’t Wanna Fuck Wit Me[Intro: Missy Elliott] 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 [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] 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 [Verse 2: Timbaland] 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 diss You think you can beat us, shit (Shit) We them ill wonda twinz She's in a Benz Free them ill creators Just, I'm a friend, what? (What) [Verse 3: Missy Elliott] 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 sure so gifted Nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, a-heh [Outro: Missy] 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 They don't want They don't want They don't want They don't want Ooh, ooh, to fuck with me Wanna fuck with me They don't want They don't want They don't want They don't want They don't want 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 [Missy talking to Fade] ************************************************** Shake It Like A Pom Pom[Hook:] I see you got low And you got plenty more to show,(go) Shake it like a pom pom,like a pom pom Shake it like a pom pom,like a pom pom,(go) Like you tryna win a contest for sure Oh I'mma show you how to shake it How the booty shakin' Show you how to shake it Let you see the booty shakin' [Verse 1:] See how the booty shake Like an earthquake There is no escape When I shake it in your face Now don't you wanna tape my booty shakin' on your tape So show it to your boys See the look on all they face I move it to the left, move it to the right Double time, double time, aight Show 'em what they like Look at it, look at it Slow motion, freeze Stop for the camera Paparazzi wanna see Cheese Hello, hey how you doin'? I shake it like this Now let me see if you can do it Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop it on the one Shake, shake, shake, shake They faces all stunned If you got it, got it, got it Move it kinda fast Boys all gas While they tryna make a pass (whistle) Whistle while you work Go' head do your dirt Even if you like to flirt Lift up your skirts Then turn 'em out One leg up Go 'head shake it out [Hook:] I see you got low And you got plenty more to show, (go) Shake it like a pom pom,like a pom pom Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Go, like you tryna win a contest for sure Oh, I'mma show you how to shake it Show you how to shake it Show you how to shake it Let you see the booty shakin' [Verse 2:] Now when I walk through the the door, door Step aside, side With thighs like fries we gonna size a supersize Do milkshake go with that shake? It sure do baby Do milkshake go with that shake? Uh huh Now first you bend over Put your hands on your hips Then you make a stank face Then go on and let it whip Whip it like moms Witcha witcha back then Then catch your breath and then start it up again One minute, two minute, three minute stop Everybody drop like their hidin from the cops Ay Yo, there will be no fights Throw his ass out the club, cause we ain't turnin' on the lights Sally got a big old donk Oh yeah And Missy got a big old donk Oh yeah [Hook:] I see you got low And you got plenty more to show, go Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Go, like you tryna win a contest for sure Oh, I'm a show you how to shake it How the booty shake Show you how to shake it Let you see the booty shake [Verse 3:] See I was sitting in the lounge With my tight skirt on And like a 3-D movie He was watchin' the thong All up in my grill So he asked could he tag it Two-timing from an ish like maggots He tryin' to spit the game What he had to say Has anybody ever told you you look like Beyonce? OK little boy want to boost my esteem I said you need a rehab Cause you look like a fiend Don't want to start a scene I ain't tryin' to be mean And even if you spend your green You can't get in between Cause this here queen Keep the nookie real clean And like a diamond ring bling See who wants get the wet dream [Hook:] I see you got low And you got plenty more to show, go Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Go, like you tryna win a contest for sure Oh, I'm a show you how to shake it How the booty shakin' Show you how to shake it Let you see the booty shakin' ************************************************** My Struggles[Intro: Grand Puba] Yeah, Missy Elliott, Grand Puba [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] Y'all don't really know who I am, God damn I'm like grease in the frying pan cause I am Bacon, eggs, toast, butter Smooth sexy lover more FRESH than others Go ask your brother if y'all don't believe I control the industry cause Missy in the lead {*scratching*} Uhh, I'm talkin to you man With my upper hand, the fans call me Dapper Dan When I was young my pops, throw rocks Always shit talk to my moms and call the cops Couldn't wait 'til I was nice and grown Sick of daddy mouth 'til six in the morn' On and on and on 'til the record scratch And if I made a few scraps I would never come back (YES!) Take moms with me and a few ADAT's And make a song about that and tell pops it's a wrap (YES!) Oah-KAYYYYY! [Scratched] hold up [Hook 2X: Missy Elliott] Y'all don't really know my life Y'all don't really know my struggles and how much liquor I guzzle (YES!) Y'all don't really know my fears And how many years to get here but I'm ready to rumble [Grand Puba] Yeah, I be that throwback cat, I throwback 'gnac I spit hot raps, then I check my traps Pockets stop the bulk, green up like the Hulk Ram up in somethin like that nigga Marshall Faulk I'm a low key nigga, a O.G. nigga Entertain my guests in "The Basement" like Tigger Grand Puba and the name ring bells And if it ain't about paper I don't waste my sells So the new school new school need to learn yo I burn baby burn like a Hunt's Pointe ho [Missy Elliott] Yo yo Puba, hold up Let's take 'em back on some "411" shit MA-RYYYY! {*beat changes*} [Mary J. Blige] I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don't rap I'm known around the map to always make a comeback I went through some struggles fightin with my ex-lovers Stayed in lots of trouble, blessings then I had recovered Had to pay them bills, the places I lived Messin with them cats that's said to get I had to give I had to tell them back up cause I was quick to smack 'em up I didn't give a WHAT, Mary J. would act up [Hook: Missy] + (Mary) Y'all don't really know my struggles (I had two or three jobs I had to juggle) And all them liquor shots from the pain I covered (Strugglin from the break-ups with my lover) (Y'all don't know the half) Don't know the half (I'm better off now that was in the past) I had to take the good stuff with the bad Now I'm (thankful for the little things that I have) [Scratched] I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don't rap [Scratched] Grand Puba, and the name ring bells [Scratched] I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don't rap [Scratched] Grand Puba, and the name ring bells ************************************************** Dog in Heat[Intro: Missy Elliott] Gimme that funk, um Funk, um Yo, gimme that funk Oh yeah, baby, gimme that funk Sho' nuff that funk [Verse 1: Redman] Yo, yo, beware of the dogs, off the chain (Woof, woof) Fuck your whips at the club, we piss in the parkin' lanes Blow it up ten frames so you see it wide If your broad ain't fuckin she don't need to ride (Beat it) She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside By the spare, she hungry? I'll feed her fries 'Cause I'm a dog nigga (Arf), shot-call nigga My shotgun talk with a lecture hall scripture Applaud, bitch, shake that ass I getcha drunk and high and duct tape that ass fast Then leave you on your daddy front lawn (Ding-dong) With your hair all fucked up, with one pump on Get stomped on, I take the money and run (Run, run) I'm a dog, shit, I fuck right in front of your son (Get out) If you ain't got Missy and Meth Want me to spit the hot shit for you? Nigga, write your check [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] When you come home from work I'm gon' make you do more work Pour some wine in the cup, sip-sippin' on sizzurp Uh, now we gon' make love to an end, yeah Slide, wanna take a ride When you with me, oh so right, tell them boys, not tonight Say you chillin' with your bitch and this is one you don't wanna miss Uh, 'cause this love right here is on fire (Fire) Slide (Oh), wanna take a ride [Chorus: Missy Elliott] (I love) I love it, boy, when you play this song Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin' me on (Turnin' me on) You keep me growlin' like a dog in heat Hey woadie, put it down, make me sleep for weeks (I love, yeah) I love it, boy, when you play this song Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin' me on (Turnin' me on) You keep me growlin' like a dog in heat Hey woadie, put it down, make me sleep for weeks [Verse 3: Missy Elliott] You on the block layin' low, from the cops layin' low When you done, let me know 'Cause my love make you be like, "Whoa" (Whoa, uh) 'Cause I got yo' mind in the trenches Slide, let's take a ride Baby, come give me some, hey woadie, ain't no other one Can shine on my life and make me wanna stay the night Mmm, mmm, 'cause you put butterflies on my stomach Slide, baby, won't you slide? [Chorus: Missy Elliott] (I love) I love it, boy, when you play this song Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin' me on (Turnin' me on) You keep me growlin' like a dog in heat Hey woadie, put it down, make me sleep for weeks (I love) I love it, boy, when you play this song Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin' me on (Turnin' me on) You keep me growlin' like a dog in heat Hey woadie, put it down, make me sleep for weeks [Verse 4: Method Man] Yo, yo, I wanna gangsta boogie with my gangsta bitch Love it when the pussy talk back, thank the dick All my dogs (Woof) playin the wall, get at these broads You ain't got no ass at all, we ain't fuckin wit' y'all I'm not your smooth lovin', see me at the Casbah thuggin' Hands where your Stove Top be stuffin' Never catch Tical hand-cuffin', I'm in your party puffin' Smellin' like that Wu-Tang production Cousin tried to tell me pussy come a dime a dozen (Uh) And when it come around I'll beat it down like percussion Missy come and get me (Yeah), I'm 'bout to call Doc We can all meet up at Peanut's, I heard it was the spot Somebody roll the weed up, push the car lighter Kick your feet up, Saturday night, who got the fever? Brought the flavor of Indonesia, puff-puff-give-type procedures And this joint bumpin' out your speakers [Chorus: Missy Elliott] (I love) I love it, boy, when you play this song Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin' me on (Turnin' me on) You keep me growlin' like a dog in heat Hey woadie, put it down, make me sleep for weeks (I love) I love it, boy, when you play this song Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin' me on (Turnin' me on) You keep me growlin' like a dog in heat Hey woadie, put it down, make me sleep for weeks [Outro: Missy Elliott] I'm gonna take you high to the top And let your body not reject me, babe I'm gon' make you really love me I'm gonna make you scream, don't stop But you must first respect this lady You must respect this lady ************************************************** Pass Da Blunt[Intro: Missy Elliott] Ayo It's too many producers, haha Is giving off these fraud beats, you know what I'm saying Your worst mistake is to try duplicate anything that Timbaland make So, you gon' hear this beat one time and one time only And I'm gon' just do a lil' something on it Alright, check it [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] Bitches I never wanna hang with bitches Since I turned Missy Every bitch wanna meet me booty lickin' My ass they kissin' But I feel like they way too picky I used to know a guy name Ricky Oh really? Don't piss me off And son, better let y'all know y'all lucky 'Cause if I come out buckin' The whole world better be duckin' 'Cause I roll with Puffy No doubt, shit turned out get ugly No matter what you still love me Me whack, you buggin' [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Pass da blunt on the left hand side Pass da blunt on the left hand side He got the beats He got the beats that make me jump, jump, jump He got the beats He got the beats that make me rocky dodi dum Pass da blunt on the left hand side Pass da blunt 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 [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] 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 And uh, bitches They mad cause I be flossin' Yeah this pussy costin' the kind that be tossin You know I'm rockin' 'cause there will be no stoppin' All that shit you poppin' What's that shit you talkin? [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Pass da blunt on the left hand side Pass da blunt on the left hand side He got the beats He got the beats that make me jump, jump, jump He got the beats He got the beats that make me rocky dodi dum Pass da blunt on the left hand side Pass da blunt 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 [Bridge: Missy Elliott] Bam bam bam bam bili bili bom Bam bili bili bili bili bili bili bom I said "Pass da blunt on the left hand side Pass da blunts on the left hand side" [Interlude: 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 [Outro: Missy Elliott] You see me on the videos And then you want to go and play me on the stereo Mic check, 1-2-1-2, uh-uh, 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, uh-uh, here I go My style is supa dupa fly and yours is so so ************************************************** Let it Bump[Verse 1: Missy Elliott] I'm-I'm-I'm Mi-Mi-Mi-Missy (Yeah!) Radio play me all the time Write my own rhymes and I swear I'm fly This flow here from '83 From a to z you can't fuck wit me (Aww) Me and Timbaland man I'll be damned Remember when Lyte was in love wit Sam I used to be in love wit this guy name Sam But to me oh my gosh he was one in a million I came through cause I rock the show Wack MC's get kicked in the throat Keep on sleepin' cause you think I'm a joke Uh, Uh, Uh Let it bump (Let it bump) [Hook: Missy (Timbaland)] I'm Missy I'm-I'm Let it bump (Let it bump) I'm Missy Let it bump (Let it bump) I'm Missy I'm Missy on the microphone (Gotta cut the music up man) I'm Missy I'm-I'm Let it bump (Let it bump) I'm Missy Let it bump (Let it bump) I'm Missy I'm Missy on the microphone [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] I'm Missy on the microphone I'm stupid fresh that's the shit I'm on (come on) Sucka MC's come new in the game Swear ya hip-hop you just a new jack swing (uh) Remember when Chaté was live on stage Chanté was live on stage Let me back that shit up For ya for ya no hip-hoppers I'm Missy on the microphone I'm stupid fresh that's the shit I'm on Sucka MC's come new in the game Swear ya hip-hop but don't know Daddy Kane This time Missy rhyme crazy though Haters wanna know my antidote Try to catch up cause ya mind is slow Uh, Uh, Uh Let it bump (Let it bump) [Hook: Missy (Timbaland)] I'm Missy I'm-I'm Let it bump (Let it bump) I'm Missy Let it bump (Let it bump) I'm Missy I'm Missy on the microphone (Gotta cut the music up man) I'm Missy I'm-I'm Let it bump (Let it bump) I'm Missy Let it bump (Let it bump) I'm Missy I'm Missy on the microphone (Gotta cut the music up man) [Break: Missy (Timbaland)] Me and Timba-Timba-Timba-Timba Timbaland Me and Timbaland man I'll be damned (Cut Cut Cut-cu-cu cut the music up man) (Cut Cut Cut-cu-cu cut the music up man) [Verse 3: Timbaland] Me and Missy come fresh on tracks (oh) 5 albums deep can ya handle that (that) We came from the basement to platinum plaques (plaques) We sittin' on something this black on black (oh) Jimmy D, he's the engineer (neer) A nigga been down for about 10 years (years) Fixin' that stuff to make it sound so clear (clear) Uh, Uh, Uh Let it bump (Let it bump) [Hook: Missy (Timbaland)] I'm Missy I'm-I'm Let it bump (Let it bump) I'm Missy Let it bump (Let it bump) I'm Missy I'm Missy on the microphone (Gotta cut the music up man) I'm Missy I'm-I'm Let it bump (Let it bump) I'm Missy Let it bump (Let it bump) I'm Missy I'm Missy on the microphone ************************************************** Why You Hurt Me[Intro] I know of somebody out there who had a nasty nasty Nasty friend who wanna go around humping everybody Can I get a ho? You know what I'm saying? So I'mma talk about this one I had a few years ago [Verse 1] 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, disrespected her 'Cause he bang bang, swang in his dingalang Broke his back long range And make the ugly bitch sing [Chorus] Ooh, ooh Why you hurt me? Tell me why more Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Why you hurt me? Tell me why more Ooh, ooh [Verse 2] 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 (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] Ooh, ooh Why you hurt me? Tell me why more Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Why you hurt me? Tell me why more Ooh, ooh [Verse 3] Tootie didn't know the facts of life Staying up in clinics, loosy bootie made trife Feeling, she got the heebie 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] Ooh, ooh Why you hurt me? Tell me why more Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Why you hurt me? Tell me why more Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Why you hurt me? Tell me why more Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Why you hurt me? Tell me why more Ooh, ooh Uh-huh [Outro] 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 Ooh, ooh ************************************************** Mommy[Intro: Missy] Please stand UP! In 2005, the industry will be pussy-whipped It won't be EA-SY [Scratched] Mommy look good yeah mommy look right [Verse 1: Missy] They like mommy with the cute face, can I get a date Mommy got a cool shake, mommy make 'em wait Papi havin' trouble tryin' to keep up the pace Mommy got a hook I let my pussy be the bait Mommy got that good shit, that really good shit The type of chick you get with, that really good shit Mommy got them niggas goin crazy for the ass Call me Flash, make a dash, get a nigga for his cash Mommy nuck and buck with a quick uppercut Mommy sport shell toes, I put my Nikes up I used to dress D-boy, now I dress girly Wake up real early with my brais lookin curly Mommy let 'em know who she is, what she 'bout Yeah she 'bout money, mommy turnin niggas out Mommy got bills, car sit on big wheels In the club mommy chill while them haters ice grill [Hook: Missy Elliott] Mommy cute like Fendi suits Mommy fresh these my real breasts Mommy sex cause mommy groan Mommy be that good shit at home Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy Damn mommy, roll like armies Mommy ass like a Cadillac Mommy give 'em heart attacks [Missy Elliott] They call me lil' momma lookin big in my Hummer Momma on the corner, lil' momma be a stunner Fly to the Hummer quick faster than a runner Foot on the gas, VROOOM, engine gunner Mommy look good, yeah mommy look right Mommy stay hood, mommy be yo' type Mommy get excited, mommy ask you to bite it Mommy know you like it, tell papi don't fight it Capital M-O-M-M-Y Mommy got 'em pussed, take any chick guy Mommy got a deal, mommy spit shit real Mommy give 'em chills when she wear high heels Mommy get the money get the money get the money Mommy find a man who can go and get it for me Mommy look fresh in Respect Me sweats Stay best dressed, showin off my breasts [Hook] {*beat changes*} [Scratched] Mommy get the money {*repeat 4X*} [Missy Elliott] Yeah mommy get buck like whoa lil' momma Back it up like whoa lil' momma When she shake it like whoa lil' momma She get naked like HOLD UP MOMMA Mommy be a freak, mommy let the world know Mommy want 'em lickin from her head to her toe If papi say no then lil' papi gotta go If he broke no no mommy kick him out the do' [Hook] ************************************************** Joy[Album Intro/Skit] "Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah. Hey! Hello? Who is it??" "BOY SCOUTS!" "Oh no! Don't you know not to ever disturb a woman when she's cooking her favorite recipe?!" "Hey lady, look. This a jack move!" "Fried chicken, pork chop, chitlins, collard greens... What's wrong with you, eh? I have to get back to the kitchen. My cabbage is burning." "Yeah, I want the cabbage and your collard greens. All of it. Right now." "Besides, you're making me miss my favorite episode Fear Factor! I wonder if the ribs are done. You boys want to know chef's favorite recipe for musicals?" "I don't wanna know no chef recipe?! Go 'head. Get the pump! Gon' and get the pump." "Well I tell you. You take a half a teaspoon of Mary J. and Ciara with a dash of Slick Rick." "Yeah, yeah, he gon' come back with the burner. Yeah, I'mma stick-- Yeah... Okay. Well, you play. Play!" "I'm back. Oh I'm back!" "Now what now!" "It's easy as 1-2-3 play. Next, you mix Rhemario and Qu'ran in a Bangladesh style bowl to make some Nisan Stew(art). Mix some Campbell's soup..." "And then???" "...I prefer Warryn style myself personally, Add a pinch of Fantasia..." "And THEN???" "...with a Grand sized Puba, then you sprinkle one Scoop Fatman throughout to add flavor and a dab of Soul Diggaz Then you throw a tablespoon of Timbaland and half a Neptune smothered in hot Scott Storch dressing." "We gon' smother you in some hot sauce. Whatever you said." "...and you serve with a side order of Mike Jones." "Mike Jones?" "Who?" "Mike Jones!" "It's best served with a cold St. Nick brew, whichever you prefer. And there you have it kiddies. This is my perfect recipe for a delicious meal. Enjoyyyyyyyyyyy!" [Joy; Intro: Missy] Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Joy [*Speak'n'Spell vowel sounds*] Joy Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh - so sick! Joy Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh [*Speak'n'Spell vowel sounds*] [Verse 1: Missy] Timbo, what they do They try to be like Missy but they have no clue On how I'm spittin over beats the way I move I move so smooth in my shell toe shoes Now put the needle on the record, show'n'prove Since ninety-two I came to win and never lose They try to stop a chubby chick from comin through My belly out and sellin out these venues My skills, will fulfill, those who drink booze My attitude is super cool like I'm subdued And those who fake I take on you and your dudes I rule the streets I break 'em down with no tools And Misdemeanor give the finger to y'all fools (HOLLA!) Whoever doubted that I'm 'bout it check the news And if you snooze on me this year your ass will lose Cause I will bruise, my loose screws is like ooh When I come out, get your release dates moved [Hook: Missy] This year y'all gon' all lose sleep I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin [Scratched] This year y'all gon' all lose sleep This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin (BIG SHOUT OUT TO TIMBALAND) This year you hear a real MC, when I [Slowed up] break break b-b-break break break... [Missy] I flow over a beat that make a chick weave blow And those who try to compete to the wall I throw So I drop it low, 808 kick low Like oh oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Mr. Mos', this beat he compose While I kill the track, leave your ears decomposed Fake rappers, this year your lies will be exposed Like oh oh-oh oh, oh Missy steal the show-ow-ow Spit on breakbeats, make rappers lose sleep Make labels unable drop they artists on leak I keep 'em knee deep, need me, be me Hardly, and basically, I do it nice and slow-ow-ow [Slowed] I'm slowin, the track down, so you don't miss the shit That Misdemeanor talkin like that chronic get you super high [Hook: Missy] + (Mike Jones) This year y'all gon' all lose sleep I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin This year you hear a real MC [Scratch] Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I (MIKE JONES! WHO?) Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin (MIKE JONES! WHO? MIKE JONES!) This year you hear a real MC (GEYEAH!) Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin [Mike Jones] See I'm a pimp that's on my grind, I hustle like all the time I speak what's on my mind, my teeth'll make you blind My heat'll lay you down, whenever you come around Forsaken out there mistreated your life'll be deleted Cause I don't play dat, you know I don't play dat Wherever you talkin noise is where you gon' lay at I'm supa dupa fly like Missy Missy Before the fame majors used to diss me But now I'm on top, I'm hot I can't stop Before my deal came my shows was sold out House been on the hill, diamonds been in my grill I'm trill like U.G.K., you know I keep it real I'm who, Mike Jones, WHO? Mike Jones WHO? Mike Jones and I can't be cloned 2-8-1, 3-3-oh, 8-zero-zero-fo' That's my cell phone number, hit me on the low I got [Missy] Hold up, I see a lot of folks in here sittin 'round like your shoes too tight If you wear a size 10, don't cram yo' shit up in a size 6 ladies Be proud of yo' big-ass feet We came to party up in this bitch ************************************************** You Don’t Know[Intro: Missy Elliott] 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-" [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] 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 [Chorus 1: Missy & Lil' Mo (Lil' Mo)] You don't know who you messin' with (Hmmmm) Most of them leave with the car doors bent (Yea-yea-yea-yea-yea) I'm so pissed, you gon' make me flip Hello? Hello? Who dis? It's Mo' Imma teach you not to touch my shit For real? Hello? [Verse 2: Lil' Mo] I be callin' his house, when you're not around Don't make me warn you You know how I get down, down Somebody told me But I ain't trippin' off you, nah If you were doing your thang He'd still be wit' you [Chorus 1: Missy & Lil' Mo (Lil' Mo)] You don't know who you messin' with (You don't know) Most of them leave with the car doors bent (Daily, daily) I'm so pissed, you gon' make me flip Hello? You know who this is, bitch. Heh! Yeah Imma teach you not to touch my shit Yo, who this for real, man, hello? You know who it is [Chorus 2: Missy & Lil' Mo (Phone conversation)] I can't believe you would ever do that (Hello? Hello?) Can't you show me some respect? (What? Yo, who dis for real, man? Mo', this is Mo', this is Mo' You playin' a little bit too much, you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, this ain't no game) Is it cuz you're just a reject? (This is not a game Oh, ok) Gotta keep your ass in check (Yeah, what? You on some real bullshit now You know-you know what? Why don't you just come to my house, bitch, you know? Yeah, I'll come through!) I can't believe you would ever do that (Yo, where you live at?) (Ask your nigga where I stay at) Can't you show me some respect? (Please, he ain't got nutin' to do with this He know! Heh He ain't got nutin' to do with this He know! Ask him where I live at, aight? You on that same stuff you was on last year) Is it cuz you're just a reject? (When I had to come through there last year, What!?) Gotta keep your ass in check (And I'd do it again cuz I want, I-I-I'll come! You ain't keepin' nutin' in check, you better keep your man in check And keep him from around my house Please, I will beat that ass Bitch! You know I will) [Chorus 3: Missy & Lil' Mo (Lil' Mo)] You don't know who you messin' with (You don't know x2) Most of them leave with the car doors bent (Car door oh-oh) Blow out heat like I'm a air vent (Oooh ooh ohh) Hello? Trick, you know who this is, don't front I'ma teach you not to touch my shit Yeah, I'ma teach you not to touch my shit, bratttt [Break: Missy (Timbaland)] You done took it too far! (Uh oh) I'ma hop in my car and I'ma [fuck] you up, bitch! You done took it too far! (Uh oh) I'ma hop in my car and I'ma [fuck] you up, bitch! You done took it too far! (Uh oh) I'ma hop in my car and I'ma [fuck] you up, bitch! You done took it too far! (Uh oh) [Verse 3: Lil' Mo (Timbaland)] Cuz I'm that chick, yo, that same chick But I ain't wit' playin' that game shit Start callin' that name shit And I'ma get on that same shit (Uh huh) That new shit That "call your crew" shit That "what you wanna do" shit The boy is yours? Keep that nigga! Beat my ass? Prove it! [Verse 4: Missy (Timbaland)] You been suckin' his dick (Ahh) Tastin' my clit (Uh huh) Just a side chick On the side, bitch (What?) I'm the prize, bitch (Uh) Keep it silent [Don't] make me violent You be dialin' 911 to tell the family [Verse 5: Lil' Mo] 'Round yo' crew, you's a bad bitch Yo ass be talkin' mad ish Toe to toe, shoot the five Girl, you'll get that ass kicked What you think I'm gaming? Shit is real, I ain't playin' ("Oh, lord! Not my baby!") Yo, I got ya moms prayin' [Verse 6: Missy (Timbaland)] It's gonna get risky Fuck wit' Missy I'ma shoot you where your ribs be (Oww) So you can feel me Ain't it real, B? (Uh huh) So filthy and you're mildy Not appealin' Drum roll! [Outro: Timbaland] Uh oh You done done it now Uh oh You done done it now She's mad What? She's mad I'ma let them two girls fight While I'm out ************************************************** I’m Talkin[Verse 1] Nigga, what's up? You think you tough I'm fly shit, high as 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 wanna roll like hydro Wanna suck Timbaland's bone like you Fido I go, scoop Lil' Kim, me, she, her, them and him Gets high in The 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 on full blown [Chorus] My style of rappin (My style) I'm su-su-such a good rapper (I'm su-su-such a good rapper) I give you good and plenty (Yeah, yeah) My style's the bomb diggy (My style) My style of rappin' (Yeah) Su-su-such a good rapper (I'm such a good rapper) I give you good and plenty (Uhm, mmm) My style's the bomb diggy (Brrr) [Verse 2] 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 bit 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 cigarettes 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 [Chorus] My style of rappin (It's such a good...) I'm su-su-such a good rapper (I'm such a good rapper) I give you good and plenty (I give) My style's the bomb diggy (You know my style) My style of rappin (I'm such...) I'm su-su-such a good rapper (I'm such a good rapper) I give you good and plenty (Yeah, yeah) My style's the bomb diggy (Uhmm) [Verse 3] You beg to be put on like pants 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 You ain't family, you hounding me Pounding me with the same old story, ahh, 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? [Bridge] I'm talking about my style (I am the flyest there is, and now) I'm talking about my style (Let me tell you about Missy's style) [Chorus] My style of rappin' (Oh my) I'm su-su-such a good rapper (Su-su-such a good rapper) I give you good and plenty (Yeah, yeah) My style's the bomb diggy (You know my style) My style of rappin' (I'm such a good rapper) I'm su-su-such a good rapper (I'm such a good...) I give you good and plenty (Good, good) My style's the bomb diggy [Outro] Hey Timbaland be talkin' more shit And Lil' Kim be talkin' more more shit shit Da Brat be talkin' more more more shit shit Busta Rhymes be talkin' more shit, talkin' more shit 702 talk shit shit And Aaliyah talk shit shit shit Ginuwine-wine talkin' more more more shit shit And I be talkin' more shit And Total be talkin' more shit Maganoo an-and St.-St. Nick, we be talkin' shit We be talkin' shit, I, I, I, I, uh huh Jimmy talkin' shit too I, I, we out ************************************************** Shake Your Pom PomI see you got low And you got plenty more to show, go Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Go, like you tryna win a contest for sure Oh, I'mma show you how to shake it How the booty shake Show you how to shake it See the booty shake See the booty shake Like an earthquake There is no escape When I shake it in your face Now don't you wanna tape A booty shakin' on your tape? So show it to your boys and See the look on all they face I move it to the left Move it to the right Double time, double time, all right Show 'em what they like Look at it, look at it Slow motion, freeze Stop for the camera Paparazzi wanna see Cheese Hello, hey how you doin'? I shake it like this Now let me see if you can do it Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop it on the one Shake, shake, shake, shake They faces all stunned If you got it, got it, got it Then move if kinda fast If the boys all dance While they tryna make a pass Whistle while you work Go 'head do your dirt Even if you like to flirt Lift up your skirts Then turn 'em out One leg girl Go 'head shake it out I see you got low And you got plenty more to show, go Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Go, like you tryna win a contest for sure Oh, I'mma show you how to shake it Show you how to shake it Show you how to shake it Let you see the booty shakin' Now when I walk through the the door, door Step aside, side With thighs like fries we gonna size a supersize Do milkshake go with that shake? It sure do baby Do milkshake go with that shake? Uh huh Now first you bend over Put your hands on your hips Then you make a stank face Then go on and let it whip Whip it like moms Witcha witcha back then Then catch your breaf and then start it up again One minute, two minute, three minute stop Erybody drop like their have from the cops Ayyo, there will be no fights Though got a club, we ain't turnin' on the lights Sally got a big old donkey Oh yeah And Missy got a big old donkey Oh yeah I see you got low And you got plenty more to show, go Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Go, like you tryna win a contest for sure Oh, I'mma show you how to shake it How the booty shake Show you how to shake it Let you see the booty shake See I was sitting in the lounge With my tight skirt on And like a 3-D movie He was watchin' the thong All up in my grill So he asked could he tag it Two-timing from an ish like maggots He tryin' to spit the game What he had to say Has anybody ever told you you look like Beyonce? OK lil' boy want to boost my esteem I said you need a rehab Cause you look like a fiend Don't want to start a scene I ain't tryin' to be mean And even if you spend your green You ain't get in between Cause this here queen Keep on looking for clean And like a diamond ring bling See who wants get the wet dream I see you got low And you got plenty more to show, go Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Go, like you tryna win a contest for sure Oh, I'mma show you how to shake it How the booty shakin' Show you how to shake it Let you see the booty shakin' ************************************************** Higher GroundMmmhmmmm.. mmmmmm.. Ohh yea yea yea Ohhhh.. mmmm-mmmhmmmm I'm movin.. higher ground.. (Ohh) I'm movin on (mmhmm) can't nothin stop me now (Mmm-yeah) I'm pressin on (higher ground) to higher ground (MMMM!) Each step I take (oooooh) is a new dawning of (Ohh, oh-ohh) A brand new day (higher ground) for higher ground Obstacles and situations, people places and things I must overcome, cause there's a battle to be won With my mind set on higher things These things have become my footstool I'm determined to reach my goal I need peace for my soul (Ohh) I'm movin on (that's why I'm movin on) can't nothin stop me now (I'm pressin on) I'm pressin on (to higher ground) to higher ground (MMMM!) Each step I take (each step I take) is a new dawning of (For my higher place) A brand new day (On my higher ground) for higher ground I'm pressin on, the upward way Brand new heights I'm gaining, eeeeeveryday No higher place, that I really have found (Lord plant my feet on) plant my feet on (On higher ground) Forgetting what (forgetting what, is already behind me) Is alread be, ohhhh-oooooh-ohhhhohwhoahhhhh (I'm moving forward) Moving yahyeahh (for what's ahead) I'm moving on.. can't nothin stop me now (nothing's gonna stop me) I'm pressing on.. to higher ground (yeah yeah yeah yeah) Each step I take (ohhhh hohhhh) is a new dawning of (yes it is) A brand new day (yeahhhh) for higher ground The race is not given to the swift Nor the battle to the strong only But instead (??? ???) But we gotta stay strong and fight on Sometimes you feel like your foot might slip Cause it's too much goin on Just realize your goal is greater than your struggle Just hold on and be strong I'm moving on.. (I'm moving on) can't nothin stop me now (nothing, no-no-no) I'm pressing on.. (ooohooohooh) to higher ground (oahhyeahyeahh) Each step I take (oh is the dawning of a new day) Is the new dawning of (???) A brand new day (yeahhyeahh) for higher ground I'm moving on.. can't nothin stop me now I'm pressing on.. to higher ground Each step I take.. is a new dawning of A brand new day.. for higher ground Be strong, and fight on But by all means, keeeeeeeeeeep moving [Missy] I'm a witness (I'm a witness) for Jesus (nobody but Jesus) [Missy] When I was down, and no one was there [Missy] He picked me up, and he carried me [Missy] I'm a witness (I'm a witness) for Jesus (nobody but Jesus) [Missy] When I was down, and no one was there [Missy] He picked me up, and he carried me ************************************************** 9th Inning[Intro: Timbaland] Yeah, yeah Check it, yeah! [Verse 1: Missy Elliott & Timbaland] Now I'm in the 9th inning Thought I fell off, ain't quite finished Yeah, I'm about to put my foot in it, talk with it, walk with it I'm no gimmick (Yeah!) 2012 there'll be no games, real rap, real bars, I'm not playing Haters y'all lame, you a Missy fan! I'm a beast in a booth, I'm just sayin' (Yeah!) I make 'em wanna get low Duck with it, buck with it, let's go Every time I spin around, it's a sick flow You newcomers better sit back and take notes (Yeah!) This here my time Yeah I've come better run, take what's mine Bite the dead off like a tick line This rhyme gonna make 'em push rewind (Yeah!) Yeah I'm so hot, up on the charts, number one spot You see me when I drop, and I won't flop Missy never stop, got the music game on lock (Yeah!) Wanna get served? You third, you second, but I come first I flip my verse like I flip birds I'm fire, yes sir! [Hook: Timbaland] We hit makin', hit breakin' Party shakin', innovative Groundbreakin', so creative We be the most anticipated Hit makin', hit-breakin' Party-shakin', innovative Groundbreakin', so creative We be the most anticipated [Verse 2: Timbaland] Now I'm in the 9th inning Niggas think I fail when I'm still winnin So I been gone for a hot minute I love this shit, that's why I got a gift in it (Yeah) Fuck nigga, get fly Nigga can't talk wit' a gun in the mouth Niggas bitch up, bet they run in the house I can smell bullshit when they walk by (Yeah) Heard that old saying, yo Never ever cross a one day, give ya most Never ever act funny for the white folks I'm a big fisherman when you a tadpole (Yeah) I like Lady Gaga Why you let a nigga do ya whole album? Where you think that fake producer got ya style from? Come fuck with a nigga, watch the outcome (Yeah) Ain't no real artists Wack talent get in real starvin' All you hear in music is the chorus Well that's okay, Timmy back in the story [Hook: Timbaland] We hit makin', hit breakin' Party shakin', innovative Groundbreakin', so creative We be the most anticipated Hit makin', hit-breakin' Party-shakin', innovative Groundbreakin', so creative We be the most anticipated [Verse 3: Missy Elliott & Timbaland] Down to the 9th inning I'm the real deal, y'all pretending Years later, my songs still spinning I do record deals no less than ten milli (Yeah!) My hits be yay long My songs go on like a marathon Get ghost, get gone, you a dum-dum Better rhyme here, come and bite this like a python (Yeah!) Wanna act fly? Wanna act like you better than the M-I Shakin 'em, bakin 'em all like a bean pie Takin' 'em, burnin 'em down like I'm Left Eye (Yeah!) Futuristic Y'all can pack it up, I done ripped it When you say my name, call me Miss Bitch I make the next chick run to the exit (Yeah!) Yeah I got a sick sense I'm making this a movie like a Netflix I'm on the guest list, on the checklist I'm the flyest chick, now tell me who the best is! (Yeah!) Elliott be the name Elliott back in the game Elliott hit it with a bang Bring the hook back in, Timbaland [Hook: Timbaland] We hit makin', hit breakin' Party shakin', innovative Groundbreakin', so creative We be the most anticipated Hit makin', hit-breakin' Party-shakin', innovative Groundbreakin', so creative We be the most anticipated [Outro: Missy Elliott] Man, if you wanna hit? Maybe we'll return your call Don't call collect You have a collect call from... (Beep) ************************************************** Toyz[Intro] Whatchu mean I don't need you no more? Cause I don't! I gotta bag full of toys and I don't need none of your boys So you can hit every chick on the block Cause I'm gone be alright once I turn this power on, ya dig? [Verse 1] Toys! You don't get the job done when I need a little loving So I gotta do it myself if I wanna feel something So I grab me a toy, 'lil boo ain't buggin' Now I want some affection and you ain't giving me nothin' [Hook] A toy, every girl must have a toy The way it make you feel Every girl has a toy now, baby! A toy, every girl must have a toy The way it make you feel (Uh, c'mon!) [Verse 2] I keep my butterfly close when you ain't wanna be bothered Don't come waking me up, cause I ain't giving you nada Cause I got me a toy (Tooooy) And it works for me and it lasts longer than the battery So you best believe that [Hook] A toy, every girl must have a toy The way it make you feel Every girl has a toy now, baby! A toy, every girl must have a toy The way it make you feel (Uh, c'mon!) [Verse 3] I used to wish that you would love me And fantasize on how we used to be Until I discovered something better than you I don't need, no need, your loving You wanna come home late at night touchin' and feelin' all over me But I don't need no help in pleasing me Oh! [Hook] A toy, every girl must have a toy The way it make you feel Every girl has a toy now, baby! A toy, every girl must have a toy The way it make you feel (Uh, c'mon!) [Outro] How could I miss you baby, I didn't even know you was gone It's obvious you aren't needed in the bedroom anymore I'm just keeping myself occupied like all women do when they are taking a bath And when you leave, make sure you don't slam the door because you fuck up my concentration Toy! ************************************************** Let Me Fix My Weave[Intro] What's up motherfuckers? I need to know is V-A up in this bitch? New York, St. Louis, Chicago, Philly, LA, Atlanta I'm diggin' that But how about the ladies that got a head full of fake weave or braids Holla at ya peoples Oh! C'mon [Hook] Ooh baby let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to 3 Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave (Oh) Baby fix my weave Baby baby let me fix my weave On the highway I do above 90 (woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID [Verse 1] I met a guy named Tommy Very charming He was on me like cheese be on macaroni His game real tight making me so horny Fine enough for us to fuck and be his baby mommy You really don't know me So I moves it slowly Brush up and let him hold me Let me spit some baloney Baby you could call me If you go down on me But you got to back up off me Wearing cubic zirconia I told him, "Baby let me fix my weave I got a hair out of place and use a fake ID." Pepe LePew voulez vous ooh oui You want to misdemeanor me You gotta spend more G's (ohhwee) [Hook] Ooh baby let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to 3 Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave (Oohwee) Baby fix my weave Baby baby let me fix my weave On the highway I do above 90 (woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID [Verse 2] I used to date a guy named Chris Sloppy with his kiss But he was good with his tongue I called him Mr. Young One Mr. Young One had a big ding-dong Balls the size of ping-pong I had him souped like won-ton I put the beat on And on my ass he skeet on I put the heat on young gun Fresh meat he season Yes, yes we used to creep down the beach He was insane like Rick James And with a mask he's Superfreak I told him, "Gimme cash to fix my weave And I don't want no excuses 'bout your baby mommy Cause your child support money don't fix my weave And you know nigga please me no fuck for free." [Hook] Ooh baby let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to 3 Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave (Oh) Baby fix my weave Baby baby let me fix my weave On the highway I do above 90 (woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID [Verse 3] I got a call from Joe He used to call me J.Lo Hey-lo, how you doing? Used to ask who I was screwing Joe was pursuing Sex was good all "ooh-in" Moan he was grown He would fuck me 'til the mo'nin' I used to get vex when he would sex another bitch Said "Baby don't trip, just like Ben I'm rich" Jen don't bitch, then Miss don't bitch Lopez get rich, call me Miss Affleck I tell him, "Baby I need a new weave Because my tracks feel whack, I want to hit the party You want to play like Ben then give me your keys Cause even Jen drive a Benz to go fix a weave." [Hook] Ooh baby let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to 3 Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave (Oh) Baby fix my weave Baby baby let me fix my weave On the highway I do above 90 (woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID [Outro] To the heavy weave cities Miami, Jersey, D.C., the Carolinas, Detroit, Louisville, Ohio, to all the Projects To the beauty salons, and curling irons stitching in that ? hair Okay, oohwee yeah fix your weave Straight up like a perm you heard ************************************************** Teary Eyed[Intro: Missy] Two thousand five!! There will be no room for y'all with no originality WHOOO [Verse 1: Missy] You're the reason I don't trust no one (No one) And I don't love no one, from the places I've come The sad songs, I've sung, all the times I've been stung Boy you, bring the worst out of me (Holla) And I can't count these tears I've cried The emptiness inside that left me so petrified Tried to keep, love alive, but I became too tired Cause you, bring the worst out of me Hey, hey, hey-ay-ay [Pre-Chorus] And, I wish I coulda changed the way things have gone And start life through a lie maybe once again (YES!) I don't know when or where but somethin' must have went wrong And all I have to say, is now... [Chorus] When I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cause you get under my skin, can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life with you (Holla) But look what you've done to me (me) [Verse 2: Missy (Tweet, Missy)] I, compromised all my time (My time) And rearranged my life, to make sure you was fine Cause our love, was on the line, and I became so unkind Cause you brought the worst out of me (You brought the worst out) This is, how the story goes (Whooo, it goes) The others want to know, when it's out of control (Control) You work, and you work, but someone gets hurt And I guess that'd be me (When I sing) [Chorus] When I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cause you get under my skin, can't let you suck me dry I was 'posed to marry you, kids for you Stay true to you, live life with you (R&B) But look what you've done to me (me) Hey, hey, hey-ay-ay [Refrain] I wish I coulda changed the way things have gone And start life through a lie maybe once again I don't know when or where but somethin' must have went wrong And all I have to say [Chorus] When I sing this song I get so teary eyed (Oh-oh) Cause you get under my skin, can't let you suck me dry I was 'posed to marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life with you But look what you've done to me (me) Hey ************************************************** Whatcha Gon’ Do[Intro: Timbaland] Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun-dun Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun-dun Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun-dun Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun-dun [Verse: Timbaland] I be dippin' in clubs, girls screamin', "Do you want it Timb'?" Niggas, playa hatin' sayin', "Who the hell is him?" I'm in the back, gleamin' from all that virgin gem Keep a bunch of pretty models surroundin' Timb' I'm over capac'y when it come to makin' them beats Me and Missy makin' y'all, move y'all feets Makin' y'all dance and tango, make y'all legs get weak That's only 'cause we drop a bunch of heat That's whatcha gonna expect, comin' from my crew Bunch of dope beats, and a bunch of dope lyrics too I know that's too much for you to handle dude Now ask yourself what [Chorus: Timbaland] Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] When me come in the spot, dem wan' jock Dem nasty boy lookin' around with big cocks Them girls be plottin' on how to get the rocks So I beat that ass to the ground like I'm the cops Ah, what they gon' say? Ah, don't wan' play Get 'em in the club, ah, smokin' on hay, hey Ah, when I'm in my ride, oh-ah, people walkin' by Ah-ah, pistol by my side, in case dem wan' try [Chorus: Timbaland] Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? [Verse 3: Timbaland] I be gettin' in girls' clothes, make 'em buy my whole wardrobe Better get all my dough, pluckin' the hair in my nose It's official, I'm a pimp, 'cause my name glows Ev'dence I'm back to the Yugo's [Verse 4: Missy Elliott] Talkin' that junk, you get buried You don't wanna end up in the cemetery Me and Timbaland got tracks that will kill you In the other hand I got gat's that will peel you Whatcha gon' say? Whatcha gon' do? When I'm in the club, comin' for you I'm just a smooth motherfucker (Ah, yeah, baby) (Y'all heard me) Ah Whatcha gon' say? Whatcha gon' do? When I'm in the club and comin' for you I'm just a smooth motherfucker [Chorus: Timbaland] Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? ************************************************** 4 My Man[Fantasia] Like your name is MISSY ELLIOTT, my name is Fantasia Barrino And what I can GIVE YOU is Fantasia Barrino Holla at your girl [Missy] Two thousand five!! WOOOOOOOOOOOO! Wake up in the mornin with my man next to me Up all night like we've been on that ecstasy (YES!) Mixed with Hennessy, he got the remedy Yeah my nigga into me, I can't say it simply We, take a quick shower for the hour conversation Time to have relation, love makin in the basement Smack it up, flip it up, crush it One minute, two minute, I was no question (AHH!) Who would ever think that I'd be givin up the goodies Walkin 'round naked in a pair of pink footies (HA!) Just like them hoes at the shows Half-dressed clothes doin whatever, who knows (OH-KAY!) Nah I only get freaky with him No menage-a-trois, not freaky with them (WOO!) It's just me and my man Yes, said me and my man [Hook: Fantasia] For my man, I'll do whatever Cause what I feel, this love, it make me do thangs For my man, I'll last forever Cause what I feel, this love, it won't never change [Missy] I'm never insecure when we not together Even though he tell me he in love with Ciara I'm from a new era and I bring terror To any chick who check my fella when we together, so He treat me like a Cinderella, yup Protect me from the storm like he my umbrella (okay) This fella deserve primo stellar, he be a Roc-A-Fella Not to Jay-Z and Dame but the charm on the chain be platinum Jacob Roley lookin sporty, {?} Money stackin keep track and I fax him If I can't find his ass then his ass out of gas He only gettin one pass (OH-KAY!) My man, is my man and nobody else's Damn right, I hope y'all felt this Old ladies 'round the coast-es You better get focuses 'fore you ever try to approacheth [Hook] w/ ad libs [Missy] See when you in love you might have to say it Don't say you won't, never say you won't You might get real mad, wan' act all bad Act up in the street, a few chicks you gotta beat Cause they disrespect (disrespect) Clockin your man from his feets to his neck, UHH You gotta let her know that's a no-no, slap her real slow With a right blow whichever way it go And keep it gangster Show these bitches that you can't come Yank 'em, point blank 'em, top rank 'em I ride for my nigga and I'm happy with the trigger (YES!) Scared how you figure? My man (OH-KAY!) Say it time again Say my man (my man) my man again I say my man, it's just me and my man Said for me and my man [Hook] w/ ad libs [Scratched] That's my man.. yes it is.. this love.. ************************************************** U Can’t Resist[Intro: 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 [Verse 1: 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 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 2: 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 3: 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 ho's on my dick Cause I'm on BET and MTV [Verse 4: 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 cop 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 Tanut 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 [Hook] 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 If you think not, then you bound to sit [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 [Outro: 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 ************************************************** Stickin’ Chickens[Intro: Missy (Aaliyah)] Uh uh (Mmmm, yeah) Uh uh (Yeah, yeah) 99 uh uh (Ohhh, yeah) Say what? What you got boo? [Verse 1: Aaliyah (Missy)] I was in love wit' you (Yeah-ah-ah-ah, uh huh) And you couldn't do no wrong in my eyes (mhmm) When I found out the scoop on you (Yeah-ah-ah-ah, heh) It was still too hard for me to realize (Uh, yo) That I need to be through with you (Yeah-ah-ah-ah, say what?) Cuz you're the reason I can't eat nor sleep (Yeah, uh) All the girls you're runnin' through (Yeah-ah-ah-ah, uh huh) Used to be best friends, down with me (Yeah) Oh yeah [Hook: Missy & Aaliyah (Missy, Aaliyah)] When I'm gone uh, you're alone (Oh) You stickin' them chickens 'til I get home (Say what?) When I'm home uh, you're with me (Yeah, say what?) Kissin' on my ass, tryna be with me (Ohhhh) Well it's done, this I know (Uh huh) Seen it for myself, I'mma let you know (You know) You don't play, games with me But before I go, better leave my dough [Verse 2: Missy] I'm no fool for you (Yeah-ah-ah-ah, say what?) But you seem to think my love's a joke (It ain't a joke boo, uh) I get no love from you (Yeah-ah-ah-ah, uh huh) Like all these times I did before (Uh-uh) I think I'll pass on you, yeah (Yeah-ah-ah-ah, uh) 'Cause the way you been actin' lately (Say what?) I get no cash from you (Yeah-ah-ah-ah) If you want me to stay, you must be cra-crazy, oh yeah (Uh huh) [Hook: Missy & Aaliyah (Missy, Aaliyah)] When I'm gone (when I'm gone) you're alone (Yeah) You stickin' them chickens 'til I get home (Say what? Get home) When I'm home uh, you're with me (Uh huh, With me) Kissin' on my ass, tryna be with me (Tryna be) Well it's done, uh, this I know (Ohh-oh-ohhh) Seen it for myself, I'mma let you know You don't play (No way) games with me (Oh no) But before I go, better leave my dough [Hook 2: Missy (Missy, Aaliyah)] Dedication (Dedication) It was just 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 (Uh, one, two, hit me) Dedication (Uh, say what? Dedication) It was just a bad relation (Uh, It was just a fad baby, baby) When I think it cuts my insides (Uh huh, Ohh-oh-ohhhh) The tears, they fall deep down from my eyes (Yo, yo) [Bridge: Aaliyah & Missy] Doo doo doo, doo doo doo Doo-doo doo-doo Doo-doo doo-doo Doo doo doo, doo doo doo (Say what, uh uh uh) Doo doo doo, doo doo doo Doo-doo doo-doo Doo-doo doo-doo Doo doo doo, doo doo doo(Da Brat) [Verse 3: Da Brat (Missy, Brat)] I want it all from the motherfuckin' house, down to the dogs You trickin' off wit these chickens, I thought you ain't have no flaws (Uh huh) Keep yo dick in they jaws, Peter shoulda stayed in his draws Now I'm out the doors, and you can't claim me no more The loss is yours (Uh) 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 (Uh) 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 It's Brat, 'liyah and Missy You miss me cuz we finished (Uh) 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 (That's my shit) You need to kiss my ass like your heart was in it (Stupid ass) Keep stickin' them chickens Send Peter straight to the clinic nigga [Outro: Missy] See I'mma 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 Uh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh ************************************************** Busta’s Intro[Intro] Ay yo yo yoyo yoyoyoyo Ay yo yo yoyo yoyoyoyo Ay yo yo yo yo [Verse 1] Ay yo, Missy, fuck that I just came out here a hour and twenty five minutes On one of them Gilligan Island shits of New York, Virginia Word up! Came out here 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 Muthafucka 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 [Verse 2] Ah hahaha! I continue to disregard all of ya'll's opinion Ahah! Blast your whole ass into oblivion Eheaha, makin' New York with Virgin-akins Eheh, this shit be bangin', ehe If you disagree, uh-uh! Before I smoke this, and get a little drunk and a little pissy When I'm finished with music, I'mma make all ya'll muthafuckas miss me See, "Who is he, that girl right there, who is she?" It's Busta Rhymes and Missy Niggas, 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 phenomenal of get busy Strictly major effective, ya'll niggas know the drilly We gettin' money together, trackin' stacks and then count 'em Y'all niggas stay tuned for the rest of my homegirl Missy's album [Outro] Word up! Flip Mode is the muthafuckin' squad! Busta Rhymes commin' in right here with this quick lil' drop on ya Ah, yo, ya'll niggas stay focussed! Keep ya eyes and ears on this fulfillin' shit Missy LP numba one! Blossomin' like beautiful flowers on all y'all muthafuckas! Stay tuned ************************************************** Why I Still Love You (Acapella)[Intro] This is a Missy Elliott exclusive [Verse 1] I keep comin' back to you And I ask myself why Hey, guess I love that nigga too much Just don't waste up my time Mm, I go way out my way Making you satisfied But it don't matter, boy, how hard I try You don't care how I be feelin' inside You gon' make me tell you, "Kiss my ass goodbye" [Chorus] Why the hell I still love you? Why the hell I still love you, baby? I feel like I can't trust you And I feel I can't trust you, no, no Cheating on me, why must you? Hey, 'cause you do me wrong and you don't do me right (Hey) I'll fight you and your chick on sight (Hey) Don't play with me 'cause baby, I'm 'bout that life [Verse 2] Boy, you know I get jealous And I don't like to share Hey, I love you so much 'Til I'm losin' myself I done tried and I tried (Ohh) I don't know what to do You walkin' 'round, got the girls thinkin' you cute (Hey) I'ma do me, nigga, you can go and do you (Hey) Better not play me 'cause you gon' get the boot [Chorus] Why the hell I still love you? Why the hell I still love you, love you, baby? I feel like I can not trust you And I feel I can't trust you, can't trust you, no Cheating on me, why must you? It don't matter how I It don't matter, baby, how hard I try (Hey) You don't care how I be feelin' inside (Hey) You gon' realize when I find me a new guy [Outro] You can go 'head, I'm gon' be alright Pay my own bills, I'm gon' be alright All by myself, I'm gon' be alright I don't need you, I'm gon' be alright Stay where you at, I'm gon' be alright Don't try to come back, I'm gon' be alright Be on your way, I'm gon' be alright Stay out my face, I'm gon' be alright ************************************************** Dangerous Mouths[Intro: Missy Elliott] Uhh, 3000 baby Uh huh Ooh, raunchy, raunchy [Verse 1: Redman] Good riddance, to niggas and bitches bullshittin' I house MC's like baths and full kitchens, ready or not Doc, hood lynchin', icy flows I write with wool mittens It's two, not one Missy dot dot com Come once in the blue like free hot lunch So once it's 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 house on a school night Animal House gettin' thrown out for food fights PPP strictly don't give a fuck And Brick City niggas strictly don't give a fuck [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] Let me intervene, come between, like dick through your jeans Hang down to your knees, it's 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 that's in me Reggie Noble through after me [Verse 3: Redman (& Missy Elliott)] It takes two to tango, and two to fuck I done fucked in Range Rovers 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 em My crew is deeper than Karl Kani pockets We don't buy bullets, we ask what size rockets, for the 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 medulla oblongata (So what you wanna do, what you wanna do?) [Bridge: Redman] Yo, I got the chickens, the brews Take X and mushrooms Def Squad in the house bitch, drop your drawers Tell your boyfriend to ease up, and park his car [Verse 4: Missy Elliott] I'm from the south, you better watch your mouth It's 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'mma have to steal your flow, you know me Joe I gotta say no more, BITCH! [Outro: Missy Elliott] Thats right nigga, hehe It's Misdemeanor here, Redman, Timbaland uhh Muthafucka! 3 triple zero uh huh The Matrix baby Uhh, I'm out ************************************************** Beat Biters[Intro: Missy Elliott] She's a... Uh, uh... bitch Yo... I'ma tell y'all straight up and down It's like this fo'real, it's goin' down like this fo'real She's ahh... (Tell 'em) Bitch (Bitch) I'm sick of y'all fake Timbaland beat bitin' You know what I'm sayin'? I'm a bring it to y'all like this [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] By all means necessary You might catch me somewhere stickin' yo baby's daddy They say, "Oh Missy, you wack" but y'all not ready 'Cause I come back like a smack You hear my gats in yo back (Blat-blat-blat) Huh, like spaghetti Half of y'all MC's be stinkin' like boobetti So your record label cut you off like confetti Then you wanna call Missy and beg me, beg me (Who?) Ooh, beg me, beg me Dang, I'm very scary Burn a whole club down like I was Carrie Give a boy French kiss, he wanna marry See y'all jealous tricks, y'all cannot stand me Ooh, that's fine and dandy Hey daddy, daddy Why these chicken heads? 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 [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Get rowdy (Say what?) Let me hear y'all loudly (Aha!) Keep my high niggas 'round me (Ooh!) Let me see y'all work it and work it till y'all can't stand up Get rowdy (Get rowdy, baby) Let me hear y'all loudly (Aha!) Keep my high niggas 'round me Let me see y'all work it, baby, work, work it, baby, what? [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] In the club, I see niggas They think I'm super fly, they blow me sugars So I cut them short like some scissors They trying to take me home, they give me liquor You know who I am? I'm a bitch Do you know what I make? Filthy rich Do you know what this means? Gotta get 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 ho, this I know You be at every show, for the dough, hear me now (What?) [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Get rowdy (Aha!) Let me hear y'all loudly (What you got fool?) Keep my high niggas 'round me (Say what!) Let me see y'all work it and work it till y'all can't stand up Get rowdy (Aha!) Let me hear y'all loudly (What you got fool?) Keep my high niggas 'round me (Keep 'em 'round me!) Let me see y'all work it, baby, work, work it baby, what! [Breakdown: Timbaland] Yo, this is Timbaland Callin' from the Matrix y'all And this how we do it Yo Missy, tell 'em how you feel, what [Verse 3: Missy Elliott] 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 to grade 'em Check the verbatim, F is how we rate 'em How dare you make 'em, just like we made 'em And I won't play 'em, and I won't say 'em Save this for later, so I can tell you straighter [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Get rowdy (Aha!) Let me hear y'all loudly (What you got fool?) Keep my high niggas 'round me (Keep 'em 'round me!) Let me see y'all work it and work it till y'all can't stand up Get rowdy (Get rowdy!) Let me hear y'all loudly (Aha!) Keep my high niggas 'round me (Keep 'em 'round me!) Let me see y'all work it, baby, work, work it baby, what! [Verse 4: Missy Elliott] Now see this one right here (Ooh) This is for everybody (Ooh) This is for my people East (What, what?) (Ooh) East, West, South East (Ooh) West, South (Ooh) (Yo baby, talk to them) But you know what, before I get up on outta here (Ooh) I gotta say one thing to y'all 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, y'all gotta come up with Y'all own creativity, y'all own originality, y'all 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'! [Outro: Timbaland] That was Missy Now this is Timbaland signin' off from the Matrix You heard that Shh ************************************************** One Minute Man (Video Remix)[Missy] Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand I don't want no minute man Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH Ohh, ohh.. Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH Ohh, ohh.. [Missy] Boy I'ma make you love me, make you want me And I'ma give you some attention, tonight Now follow my intuitions, what you're wishin' See I'ma keep you up all night, for a long time So start countin' away [Chorus] Break me off, show me what you got Cause I don't want, no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got Cause I don't want, no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got Cause I don't want, no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got Cause I don't want, no.. [Missy] Tonight I'ma give it to you, throw it to you I want you to come prepared, ohhh yeah (oh yes) Boy it's been a long time, a crazy long time And I don't want no minute man, and that's real Give it to me some more [Chorus] [Ludacris] Yeah, uhh, uhh It's time to set yo' clock back bout as long as you can I stop daylight, it's Ludacris the maintenance man Get your oil changed, I check fluids and transmission You one minute FOOLS, you wonder why y'all missin On the back of milk cartons and there's no reward No regards, close but it's no cigar A hard head make a soft ass, but a hard dick make the sex last I jump in pools and make a big splash Water overflowin, so get your head right It's all in yo' mind punk so keep your head tight Enough with tips and advice and thangs I'm big dog, havin women seein stripes and thangs They go to sleep, start snorin, countin sheep and shit They so wet, that they body start to leak and shit Just cause I'm an ALL-nighter, shoot ALL fire Ludacris, balance and rotate ALL tires [Missy] Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need, I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand I don't want no minute man [Trina] Uh, uh You know lil' mama ain't with that quick shit You better break me off stiff tongue or stiff dick One minute, two minutes, three minutes Hell naw, to please me you gotta sleep in it I see you talk a good game and you play hard But if I put this thing on ya, can you stay hard? If not, you better keep your day job Cause I'm looking for a man to make me say God (GOD!) I'm off glass and you know this I'll work your ass out like aerobics So baby stay focused Start off slow and then speed it up Baby show me what you got, is you a G or what? If you can't beat it up then eat it up Put a cherry on top, whip cream it up, What? [Missy](Trina) Break me off, break-break me off Break-break me off Show me what you got (What?) Break me off, show me what you got (What?) Break me off, show me what you got Break-break me off, break-break me off ************************************************** Pump It Up[Intro: Missy Elliott, Nelly] Hey yo, Nelly! This is fire What you talkin' about, girl? Let's make it hot for the clubs Missy! Whooooo! (*"This is fire!" cut and scratched*) [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] Down South girls got them real BIG BUTTS Real big butts make ya man wanna look (OH!) Back it up, flip it up, skinny girls - eugh! Love my guts, so fuck a tummy tuck (Oh yeaaah?) Yeah! I shakes my butt I shakes my gut like "yeah, bitch what?" Yeah I likes it rough, tough Ask your man how I'm good in handcuffs Me and Nelly came to rock the club Pack the place, don't push or shove Out of the club, straight to the crib I'll let you know if the sex was good [Hook - Missy Elliott] + {Timbaland} Pump it up! {Show me love, G} Pump it up! {Let me see what you working wit'} Pump it up! {Let me see those big-ass hips} Pump it up! {Pump it up} This is how me and Nelly pump it up Pump it up! {Show me love, G} Pump it up! {Let me see what you workin wit'} Pump it up! {Let me see those big-ass hips} Pump it up! {Pump it up} C'mon [Verse 2 - Missy Elliott] DOWN SOUTH PLAYERS! WE GOT THAT FIRE MADE! Get up on my booty, tutti-fruiti on the rooty I'm a thick chick, skinny girls act snooty No matter what your size, my big thighs'll do my duty Look at the way my rump shake like a movie (SAY WHAAAT?) See my tight jeans and the coochie Spend a little looty, you gotta WORK for the booty (Yup) Me and Nelly HOT ON THE TRACK (Track!) Nelly, can't no-one EVER TOP THAT (Top that!) Niggas we came to rock the club (C'mon!) DJs better Pump It Up Motherfuckers need to back it up Cause we gon' tear the roof off the club [Hook] (*beat stops, needle crackling*) [Missy] *talking* You know, Down South chicks got big asses And we a little heavy sometime, but when You're from the South, we don't call that "fat". We call that "big-boned". Fo' sho (*scratching, beat starts again*) [Verse 3 - Nelly] Yeah, ma! I heard you like the magic stick Me? I got the gadget stick, it's like "Go, go, gadget dick" You know, make you climb the walls and shit I make her wanna press pause and shit Walk up in the party, girls swingin' they panties They was doing that before I had them brandys I get a little freaky when I'm in my yammy I may act a little fresh but I still got manners It's Nelly, felony, and Missy Misdemeanor Both going down, there's just to many heaters Check the records, we got records that broke records in record time I ain't talkin' about the records that they buyin' Lyin', can a nigga keep up with me? You see I, still standin VI stackin' the ride with me You struggle to recoup I struggle on which Coup' to ride in [Missy] See how we be stylin'? [Hook] (*"This is fire!" cut and scratched to fade*) ************************************************** Hit ‘Em Wit’ Da Hee (Remix)[Intro: Lil Kim] Missy (B.I.G.), uhh (hah hah) yeah I like dat [Verse 1: Lil Kim] Uhh, it's the Q to tha B to tha double E spittin' lovely And it don't stop, rocks shine through my tank top Where your bank stop?, I deposit all on one drop (hah) Thank not, excuse me but uh I like to flow cause this Joint knocks harder then Indica and I be off the wall like The Lox Night box filled with Benjamins (woo) Me and my girl Missy gettin' pissy up in Bennigans Makin' all you other rappers begin again Like Finnegan Christians repent then sin again (woo) Girls wanna be my friend again Lay up in my crib-o-wit', get up in my linens and While 'Misdemeanor' hit notes like Sarafina I subpeona you to my funk room, see I hit you wit' da huhhh, she wit' you wit' da hee [Verse 2: Missy] You're not good enough to satisfy me (uh huh, can't satisfy me) Even with yo cars and all the fly whips, I won't trip (uhh) Cause I got many guys that wanna buy me (uh huh) French cuts for my wrists to keep me hooked smooth out and dip I keep hittin' [Chorus:] I hit 'em wit' da hee (I hit 'em wit' da hee) Hit 'em wit' da hee, hey yeah I hit 'em wit' da haa This ones for you and me (Uh-huh) This for you and me Play it in your cars (play it in yo car) Yeah-hah-ah yeah yeah yeah [Verse 3: Missy] Just cause you cash a check and put it in the bank (uh-huh) That don't make me want to go out And sleep with you (nah, nah, nah) I got my own ride and gas in the tank, uh-huh Thanks, but no thanks, I won't be needin' you I hit 'em wit' da (I hit em wit' da, ugh) [Chorus: Missy Elliott] I hit 'em wit' da hee (I hit 'em wit' da hee) Hit em wit da, yeah yeah Hit 'em wit' da hee I hit 'em wit' da haa This ones for you and me (For you and me, for you and me) This for you and me Play it in your cars (play it in yo car) [Verse 4: Mocha] Uh, yo, uh, yo, it be me, M-O, on the M-I-C (Uh-huh) Reppin' N.Y.C. (Yeah), the true V.I.P (Uh-huh) And I can't see nobody who can come this real (Uh-huh) Get it done this real (Mhm), gettin' love this real (Ooh) And niggas love this feel, gimme a Dutch to peel Mocha (Uh-huh) takin' over, 'cause I'm so ill (Ooh) Y'all used to talkin' shit, now they witnessin' it (Now, uh-huh) And while I'm spittin' like this, check what I'm hittin' 'em wit' (Ugh) [Bridge: Missy Elliott] Hee, (Uh-huh) haa (Hee) Hee, (Uh-huh) haa (Hee) Hee (Uh-huh), haa Hit 'em wit' da tha hee, hit 'em wit' da hee-e-e, yeah yeah Hee, haa (Hee, uh-huh) Hee, haa Hee, haa (Hee-ee-ee) Hee-ee-ee [Chorus: Missy Elliott] I hit 'em wit' da hee (Say what, hit me more time) [Hit 'em wit' da hee] I hit 'em wit' da haa (This for you and me) [This one's for you and me] (This for you and me, this for you and me) This for you and me Play it in your cars (play it in yo car) [Beat Changes] [Interlude: Timbaland] Sometimes I feel like doin' a beat Sometimes I don't, uh huh uh uh Sometimes I feel like movin' my feet Sometimes I won't, wha uh huh Sometimes I feel like doin' a beat Sometimes I don't, uh uh uh uh Sometimes we make you move ya feet Sometimes we don't (yo yo yo yo) Misdemeanor [Verse 5: Missy Elliott] I'm comin' around the corner corner You think you tough, well let me see what you wanna wanna Cause on the mic I get it hot like Daytona, don't I? I get the party jumpin' from 5 in the mornin' You wanna bumble wit' da Bee then let me see call her You wanna be a big balla, big spendaholic I get the feeling that you tryin' to impress me One two one three, hit you wit' da hee Hee hee hee hee hee hee [Outro: Timbaland] Sometimes I feel like doin' a beat Sometimes I don't, wha uh huh Sometimes we feel like movin' my feet Sometimes we won't, uh uh uh uh Sometimes I feel like doin' a beat Sometimes I don't, uh uh uh uh Sometimes we make you move ya feet Sometimes we won't wha Uh huh, yeah uh huh ************************************************** Slap! Slap! Slap![Intro: Missy Elliott] Something you can dance to Ooh, yeah Mmm, yeah Mmm, yeah Mmm, yeah, yeah Mmm, yeah Mmm, yeah Mmm, yeah [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] Me and my clique Run through the gutters, breakin' down shutters As the beats go, dun-dun-dun-dutta Ain't nothing better than these flavor buttas It's like freakin' with your lovers tryna bust his rubba' Have him, have him undercover like he thought he never How the hell a bitch like me become so clever? Y'all whack MC's, y'all never, never Talkin' hard as a cock but as light as a feather Y'all suspect hoes, y'all suspect hoes Takin' off y'all clothes, y'all reject hoes Y'all feel the rhythm, I'm 'bout to kill 'em [Chorus: Missy Elliott & Timbaland] Slap, slap, slap Right across your melon, easy Nigga, slap, slap, huh Right across your melon, easy [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] Y'all little (Uh-huh) Tryna act bigger, don't you get the picture? (Uh-huh) Every freakin' year I come with something sicker (Sicker) Fans takin' flicks, wanna get my picture (Uh-huh) Freaks only speak, "Do you know Jigga?" (Uh-huh) Strange mother****** tryna be my nigga (Uh-huh) Turned your man to an ass-licker (Uh) Cheatin' ass men, these cheatin' ass men (Uh) Time to stop gamin' and stay the fuck in (Uh) You feel the rhythm, I'm 'bout to kill 'em [Chorus: Da Brat, Missy Elliott & Timbaland] Smack, smack, smack Right across your melon, pronto Huh, I said, smack, smack, smack Right across your melon, pronto (Uh) [Verse 3: Da Brat] You don't wanna get smacked right quick Wit' a upper cut, tight fist I don't give a fuck if you don't like this Still get paid to bust the right shit Still get paid when I hop on the dick Not a prostitute, I gotta a lot of loot But if you knock the boots, at least cop the coupe What I'm s'posed to do? Starve for you This ain't sparkle nigga, I can't crawl for you That's impossible I make the rules I pay the dues I wear the pants Bought the shoes, they Prada too Fuck with me, you lose Step to me and get bruised Your chances are not few, they none So what I'm bitchy? Roll a fat blunt wit' Missy in the front wit' me Tim' hit me, ow, with the bang to the boogie the beat Burnin' 'em wit the heat It don't concern me, when niggas talk shit They just wanna learn me When they see me, I permanently damage they shit internally And slap, slap, slap 'em right across the melon (Haha) [Chorus: Timbaland] Nigga, slap, slap, huh Right across your melon, easy (Easy) [Verse 4: Ms. Jade] I'm the M-S-J-A-D-E Toes and lows, bling like I'm B.G I don't need you niggas help, shit, I write my own Gimme a beat and a muthafuckin' microphone Picture this shit, me, Missy and Timbaland Was 'bout to take it to the streets, but the chicken ran Oh shit, it's gettin kinda hot in here Oh shit, make niggas stop and stare Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy Smack the shit out of Clyde 'cause Bonnie should've paid me Get old heads for they checks that sign right And I get lil' boys for they dough on prom night 'Cause I do my thing, knots in a pocket Smack, smack, smack All up in your noggin, early I said, smack, smack, smack All up in your noggin [Chorus: Timbaland] Nigga, slap, slap, huh Right across your melon, easy ************************************************** Gossip Folks (feat. Ludacris) (Hyped Up radio)[People in background chatting] Yo, yo yo move out of the way We got missy Elliott coming through Girl that is missy Elliott she lost a lot of weight Girl I heard she eats one cracker a day Oh well I heard the bitch was married to Tim and started fucking with Trina I heard the bitch got hit with three zebras and a monkey I can't stand the bitch no way When I walk up in the piece I ain't gotta even speak I'm a bad mamajama goddammit motherfuckers you ain't gotta like me How you studying these hoes Need to talk what you know And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking jus mad it ain't yours I know ya'll poor ya'll broke Ya'll job jus hanging up coats Step to me get burnt like toast Motherfuckers adios amigos Half half pose pose I don't brag I mostly boast From the VA to the LA coast Iffy kiffy izzy oh Musi ques I sews on bews I pues a twos on que zat Pue zoo My kizzer Pous zigga ay zee Its all kizza Its always like Its all kizza Its always like Na zound Wa zee Wa zoom zoom zee When I pull up in my whip Bitches wanna talk shit I be drivin I'm glad and I'm stylin These motherfuckers ask did ya see it I'm gripping these curves Skerrrt, did ya heard I lovas my feathers, my furs Ahh I fly like a bird Chickenheads on the prowl Who ya tryin'a fuck now? Naw you ain't getting loud Better calm down for I smack ya ass down I need my drums bass high Has to be my snare strings horns and I need my Tim sound Right, left Izzy kizzy looky here [Chorus] [Missy] Ahhhhhhh Sucka MC know I'm stupid fresh Get 10 percent dis knock the hair off ya chest Couple bottles of hypnotic just to wet down my tongue And say wip wip wack what cha playin me huh? [Eve] Me and Missy ballin up the avenue Funky fresh dress to impress we mackin dues Music bizz only reason I ain't jackin fools You know bullshit walkin, stackin rules [Missy] People keep brawlin the streets is callin Drink till im nice and ah ah ah on an [Eve] Im bad luck ya'll made cause ya'll suck Please do not try to fuck with this young buck [Missy] Please don't make us tell you how much you suck Sissy (funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party) [Ludacris] Once upon a time in College Park Where they live life fast and they scared of dark There was a little nigga by the name of Cris Nobody paid him any mind No one gave a shit Knowing he could rap No one lift a hand So he went about his business and devised a plan Made a CD then he hit the block 50 thousand sold Seven dollars a pop Hold the phone Three years later Stepped out the swamp With ten and a half gators Now all around the world on the microphone He leave the booth smelling like Burberry cologne Still riding chrome Got bitches in the kitchen Never home alone And he's on the grind Please let me know if he's on your mind And respect you'll give me Ludacris I live loud like Timmy Uh had to clear these rumors I got a headache and it's not a tumor Get up on my lap get my head sucked right Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bite Hard to the core Core to the right You drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton [Chorus] [People in the background chatting] Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real I know I know, I don't even care about her beign preganant by Michael Jackson You know what we should do We should go get her album when it comes out There she go, there she go, there she Heeeey Misssy [Missy] Hi Missy? What's up fools? You think I ain't knowin yall broke Milli Vanilli Jay Jay fan wannabes ain't over here gossiping bout me? Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents so your lights won't get cut off You soggy breasts, cow stomachs Yo take those baby GAP shirts off, too You just mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party Yo by the way, go get my album Damn! ************************************************** Don’t Be Commin’ (In My Face)[Intro] VA, yeah, New York, Atlanta, DC LA, New Jersey, Philly, say what, say what [Verse 1] You never know a good thing 'til I'm gone And you'll be spending many, many nights home alone You won't be seeing me around your way, no no And if you don't get it together, baby, I can't stay [Chorus] Don't be comin' in my face tryna 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 So just wait and you'll see, get no other love like me [Verse 2] You never know I'm for real until I leave, uh huh And when I pack up my clothes, don't be calling me You won't be seeing me anymore, no no 'Cause when I'm long, long gone, I won't be back in this door [Chorus] Don't be comin' in my face tryna 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 So just wait and you'll see, get no other love like me [Verse 3] To my east side people to my west side To all my bitches who sat home crying Over these niggas and over these fellas Shake em off like Jello, uh-huh To my east side people to my west side To all my bitches who sat home crying Over these niggas and over these fellas Shake em off like Jello, uh-huh [Chorus] Don't be comin' in my face tryna 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 So just wait and you'll see, get no other love like me [Verse 4] I used to stick closer to your side then a beeper 'Til you smoked that cheaper reefer Now you loony as fita, shut up Don't say a word, yep, I got the word Yeah, I heard it from a little bird Now I'm out the door about 44 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 [Outro] Fucker, stupid niggas Always think they can play somebody Y'all know who y'all are Tryna run about 3, 4, 5 women at one time Then you wanna come back all in our faces And tellin' me how much you love me and all that bullshit Whatever man, fuck you Alright, I'm out ************************************************** Baby Girl Interlude/Intro[Baby Girl Interlude: Missy] Ay yo Mary, I need you to vibe with me on this one Uh Uh Check it [Verse 1: Missy (Mary)] As I grab my pad and pen and begin to talk from within Oh God, my eyes, they water like a preacher who sin I'm only human but The world has put me on a platform Since the day I was born to only wait for my downfall But like a brick wall I'm too hard to break Okay I do make mistakes but I'm the realest from the fake That's why I'm the hardest to hate Aaliyah, baby girl, I've learned to love those while they're still awake Sleep, sleep And prepare a place for those who are good In the projects and hood, gifted or misunderstood I know Lisa, Pac and Biggie and Jay and Pun are still number one There will be more of us to come (ohh) I am a leader, a teacher, a guider (ooh) Like a single parent provider (ooh) Putting back those hip-hop dividers Like a priest with a back slider I've sinned but I win And anyone we've lost in life from nine-eleven We'll be sure to see again (ooh, hoo) [Chorus: Mary] What you hear is not a test (ooh) I'm rocking to the beat (I'm rocking to the beat) See me and my crew and my friends (And) We're gonna try to move your feet (Move around, move around) See I am Mary Blige (Yes I am) And I'd like to say hello (Thank you for inviting me) To the black to the white, the red and the brown The purple and yellow (Everybody) But first you gotta, but first you gotta [Intro Outro: Missy] Yo, I don't wait for the DJ's to drop bombs on my records I drop 'em on my own shit ************************************************** Irresistible Delicious[Intro: Slick Rick] It's entertainment time!!!! Whoo Got Missy Elliott in the house, got Slick Rick in the house We doin big things here kids Hip-Hop's finest, Slick Slick Slick Rick an' M [Scratched] Slick Rick an' M Go Missy, go Missy, go Missy, go Missy [Scratched] Slick Rick an' M [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] Excuse me Mr. Lawrence, you look nice Simply delicious, Missy want some kisses Let's go to the crib, get cozy in the nude And treat me like a prostitute Now pardon me sir, I'm such a real lady Ride in Mercedes to make the bitches hate me Cruise up and down one-two-fifth Lookin for a guy like you to get with {​*beat changes*}​ I seen this cutie pie, so I pulled beside him Seen the size of his feet, so I couldn't deny him Might as well try him, the freak that I am M dot S-E always grindin' [Hook: Missy Elliot & Slick Rick] Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh) But boy you are supa fine (Thank you, Missy) Irresistible delicious (Ooh, ha!) Enough to make me lose my mind (Lose my mind) Know I really want it (Slick, Slick, Slick Rick and M) Know I want it, yeah Don't make me wait so long Oh, don't make me wait so long No longer will I pretend (No) (Missy, Slick Rick in the house) Let's get it on cause we both grown [Verse 2: Slick Rick] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah {​*beat changes back*}​ Intelligent, delicate, watch how the fella get Bump into my homegirl in Miami, Missy Elliott Green blush on her eyelid, hi Miss! Gave honey a hug I feel her touchin my privates Aw shuck I guess, main course is in I said You know I'm married? -- Yeah and what's that supposed to mean? -- Proposition for you Ruler Proceed on -- Well I got a track I need you spit a mean 16 on -- You with it? Down to bless one and I left one The Hit Factory, later on around eleven With my notebook, and pencil, I slides on in I see her lookin mighty sexy and the lights all dim -- Have a drink The booze and the karmy go oddly After havin a drink I start to feel unusually horny Swellin stone, or well writ poems Busy poundin like I'm tryin to break off pelvis bones {​*beat changes*}​ [Hook: Missy Elliot & Slick Rick] Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh) (Slick Rick's in the house) But boy you are supa fine (Thank you, Missy) Irresistible delicious (Ooh, ha) (Slick Rick's in the house) Enough to make me lose my mind (Lose my mind) Know I really want it Know I want it, yeah Don't make me wait so long Oh, don't make me wait so long No longer will I pretend (No) (Rest of the females) Let's get it on cause we both grown (Recognise, recognise) {​*beat changes back*}​ [Verse 3: Missy Elliott] Excuse me sir, oh gosh you look young But old enough to get it to get yo' head sprung Sit down relax, it's soft here on my couch Or give me hands strictly you might get turned out Cutie pie, 'til I sit beside him Nice shoe size, how could I deny him Big bankroll to help me retire Me and him together smell like big empire Don't treat me like a prostitute Unless you're givin me some money makin sure I look cute But don't treat me like a prostitute Unless you're givin me some money makin sure I look cute [Hook/Outro: Missy Elliot] Please don't think I'm crazy [Scratched] Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh) [Scratched] But boy you are supa fine (do it to me, do it to me) [Scratched] Fi-fi-fine [Beat slows and fades out] ************************************************** Checkin’ for You (Interlude)[Intro: Lil' Kim] See, it's two type of bitches in the world You got a broke bitch, you got a rich bitch That would explain what I am and what my girl Missy is We the rich motherfuckin' bi-o-tches! That's right And then you got a bitch like me Who just stand above all bitches That excludes my girl Missy, Mary You know what I'm saying? But ya'll know what the fuck I mean, heh I'm the Queen Bitch, that's right motherfucker, what? Ya'll gotta problem wit' it, come see me A motherfucker ain't taking 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 a chess You see, a real queen needs a king You damn motherfuckin' right I don't want no nigga laying up under me That I can't do for me what I can't do for my motherfuckin' self So when ya'll see me in the street This is what I want ya'll to do: Fix your lips, put 'em together nicely and say Say it along, say it along now Say "She's a bitch!" [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] I was walkin' real slow to the dance floor (Say what?) He was lookin' at my ass and I turned him on I see him talkin' to his boy on his cellular phone I looked at him and all he could say was "Damn, baby, bring it on" I talk shit, but I come though like a storm (Say what?) I keep my piece so sweet, yeah, nice and warm And all he could feel was this "Love, baby" [Chorus: Missy Elliott] 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 ain't 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 ain't checkin' for you ************************************************** Gettaway[Intro] Uhh Uh huh Uhh Uh huh [Verse 1: Nicole Wray] Close your eyes Visualize Space and I verbalize You chastise, 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 inferno One verbs be frightening And for the sword fights tonight My entourage is in camouflage 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 Virginia bitch galactic, what the fuck [Chorus: Missy Elliott] I be writing, writing, writing rhymes everyday (Writing rhymes everyday) Don't you say no more you don't wanna battle (You don't wanna battle) Said I'm writing rhymes, writing rhymes everyday Don't you say no more you don't want to battle [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] 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 la la Hallah, fala, don't bother to swalla This bottle of Rémy, 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 speak Chinese Please, little one, please You know my rhymes get tight When I smoke all night [Chorus: Missy Elliott] I be writing, writing, writing rhymes everyday (Writing rhymes everyday) Don't you say no more you don't wanna battle (You don't wanna battle) Said I'm writing rhymes, writing rhymes everyday (Writing rhymes everyday) Don't you say no more you don't want to battle [Verse 3: Space Nine] 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 ain't 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 Comatose like Hale-Bopp Smoking trees non stop Then I send a televise from satellite on Nightline Yeah, wouldn't you like to get away To the moon We shine like stars Lock down like metal bars [Chorus: Missy Elliott] I be writing, writing, writing rhymes everyday (Writing rhymes everyday) Don't you say no more you don't wanna battle (You don't wanna battle) Said I'm writing rhymes, writing rhymes everyday (Everyday, yeah yeah) Don't you say no more you don't want to battle [Bridge: Missy Elliott] Ay yo, I'm kinda scared to do this 'Cause Jimmy tryna scare me saying I'mma give away my publishing But um, it don't matter 'Cause I write my own shit, do my own shit Sing my own shit Shit be a hit Shit be a hit [Outro: Missy Elliott] 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 (Rewind) 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 Lemme listen? ************************************************** Hot(Missy) This is an old school Missy exclusive [Verse 1] Look! I ain't on no ra-ra shit You dont wanna test how far Miss get Me and Timothy cars got kits But we don't drive around trying to prove you shit Everyone tryna be that bitch But there can only be one bitch make hits I know I must make y'all sick Cuz after I spit, you beg to quit I used to drive a six And then I bought a Murciélago to sit On the plush leather seats, forget Am I on my own clit? Yes I must admit And my ass is it Misdemeanor have you seen her? I'm the best it get And those who try to test this chick Where they at right now? In peace resting in [Chorus] If you broke Just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin' up ya ass is some smoke Cuz rich folks, we buy boats And you's a bum broke nigga that's for sure I know you broke, just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin' up ya ass is some smoke Cuz rich folks, we buy boats And you's a bum broke liar that's for sure [Verse 2] Yeah boo you know you a joke Wear a fake Rolex, call it a Ro Act like you down with so and so Ya whack on wax, bows I came to throw I might just let you mop my flow For my autograph take this flick to go (CHEESE) Miss don't say no mo' Cuz you know what I do And you know what I know And I don't think so You don't wanna lose a arm or elbow If ya broke then just say so Cuz the Bentley that you renting Yo it's got to go Back to the black man store Along with ya weave cop a new afro Why you wanna make Miss stoop so low But if you try to test me I just check ya slow (Chorus) If you broke Just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin' up ya ass is some smoke Cuz rich folks, we buy boats And you's a bum broke nigga that's for sure I know you broke, just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin' up ya ass is some smoke Cuz rich folks, we buy boats And you's a bum broke liar that's for sure [Verse 3] In old school we used to call out names But I ain't tryin' to give ya no fame My credit card gonna bring ya pain To know ya account just hold change No need to wreck ya brains Trying to see who Missy gon' slain I roll solo not with a gang I don't carry guns kick ass wit a chain Don't let me say it again I don't carry guns kick ass with a chain (WHASSSSA) Like a Chinese man Reverse it (ti esrever) Know what I'm saying (Chorus) If you broke Just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin' up ya ass is some smoke Cuz rich folks, we buy boats And you's a bum broke nigga that's for sure I know you broke, just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin' up ya ass is some smoke Cuz rich folks, we buy boats And you's a bum broke liar that's for sure ************************************************** Keep it Movin[Intro: Missy Elliott, Elephant Man (Missy)] Eh yo Timb, you know Niggas like Dr Dre and the Neptunes and Just Blaze They should be so hot they be keepin us workin yah feel me But but that nigga R. Kelly He got one of the illest lines when he say "Is anybody feelin freaky" Man up...yep, good to go Ele-phant Man and Missy Elliott (yeah) Ladies keep it movin (uh) Gi dem di dance now (It's like butter baby, it's like butter) Buss di dance now (It's like butter baby, it's like butter) (It's like butter baby, it's like butter) (It's like butter baby, it's like butter) Missy, Elliot Ladies windin around Tweet show dem kindly how fi do it (Whoo, come on) [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] When you hear the song, role down yah window Let the music thump yeah, thump thump thump thump Take a walk in the club, thats how I roll You look so so down, so so so so Now when you step out on the scene, so fresh so clean Lookin like a wet dream, yo know what I mean Its about that time, what time would that be? Wind yah waist line to the base line Slow it down now get the beat right [Hook] Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Buss yah (oh) grove (oh) n we gon' (oh )keep it (oh) movin (oh) Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Shake shake (oh) yah body (oh) we gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh) Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Shake shake (oh) yah body (oh) they gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh) Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Buss yah (oh) grove (oh) n we gon' (oh )keep it (oh) movin (oh) [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] If you know you look good, say so say so And you dont give a [ding], hell no hell no Put yah hands in the air yeah, get yo hands up Baby bounce baby bounce, get low get low 2 shots in yah club, yep just whats up Get Timb to fill it up, yep just whats up Its about that time, what time would that be Wind yah waist line to the base line Slow it down now get the beat right [Hook] Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Buss yah (oh) grove (oh) n we gon' (oh )keep it (oh) movin (oh) Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Shake shake (oh) yah body (oh) we gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh) Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Shake shake (oh) yah body (oh) they gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh) Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Buss yah (oh) grove (oh) n we gon' (oh )keep it (oh) movin (oh) [Verse 3: Elephant Man] Keep it movin love the way yah body groovin Watch yah groovin, perspire sweat you losin Put yah shoes in, dis ya dance a keep you movin Its soodin, like dis yah ina di humma crusin Take! di! dance! floor!, stop pretend like you nu hear Mi see booty hear booty there booty shakin everywhere Ina di club, ina di bar, ina di pool, ina di square At di afta party mi see shakin booty i'll be der Make! way!, move!, when big mamma appear Just a back it up cock it up jock it up like she nuh care Sai she was one a di chear leada fi Chigaco here Everyting a dissappear when she appear Come on [Hook] Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Buss yah (oh) grove (oh) n we gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh) Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Shake shake (oh) yah body (oh) we gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh) Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) Shake shake (oh) yah body (oh) they gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh) Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh) [Elephant Man] ************************************************** Go to the Floor[Intro] Hard-working The star of the show Misdemeanor here Hard-working The star of the show Mr. Mos' on the beats Hard-working The star of the show 2000 eternity! Hard-working The star of the show I'm, the star of the show Let the show begin [*Beat changes] This is a Missy Elliott exclusive SET IT OFF! (set it off) [Missy] Mama say, mama sah, mama can you do this Talkin' like you baddest when you just new to this Everytime I come out yall be like 'who dat is' Be more like Ashanti and be unfoolish You don't really want to bring it with me You wear Dada, I sport the Fendi My Lamborghini against your Benzi Dirty diamonds in your ring, see mine's cling cling cling Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-da-ding-ding I used to get so high they called me Ming Lee Spiked up my hair to look like Don King Haters keep on hatin cause them don't worry we Them don't worry we or me and Timothy In my SE slim down my bodee-ee-ee Bang bang to the boogey, oohhweee Playa keep on playin watch me do my duty [Hook] Go to the floor (And tell me what you want) Grab me a drink (Then what you gon' do) I came to shake, shake my booty down Down to the beat (whoooooooop!) Stand on the chairs (And dance like who) Dance like the freaks (And what you came to do) I came to shake, shake my booty down Light the party [Missy] I'm underrated, glad I made it Independent operated I never hesitated Haters keep me motivated The beat is penetrated, I'll let Timmy regulate it And we laid it in the shaded drink a glass of lemonaded Damn I'm faded, ain't no other way to say it Ain't that complicated Ain't no other chicks gon' ever make me feel invaded I keep droppin' hits like water breakin' two centimetres And I'm dialatin', radio patient (Awwwwwhhh), (come on) check my translation From my observation, my fans is real patient They don't wanna hear the lies so stop fakin' Ya greasy like bacon, keep my stomach achin' If you wanna battle let there be no more delayin' I hope ya did some prayin cause when I come swayin Pop-she-pop-pop-pop, yeeeeaaaaaahhhhh Sometimes I flow, sometimes quick You was on the verge of kissin ass so slick I be on the verge of makin' hits after hits This the kinda shit that tell ya mami don't forget [Hook] Everybody, move your body Now do it Here is something that's gonna make you move and groove Hey DJ keep playin that song all night On and on and on (on and on and on) [Missy] Now is the niggas over there Cuz the bitches right here Yea-yea-yea-yea-yea-yea-yea-yeah All night long I hope you all came prepared It's five o'clock and we ain't goin' nowhere Awwwwhhh yeeeaaahh, oohhhhhwwwweeee And will the guy with the cash choose me Awwwhhh yeeeahhh, baby I got a man I ain't seen lately Go to the floor! [Hook] ************************************************** One Minute Man[Intro: Missy Elliott] Don't want, I don't need, I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Ooh, here's your chance, be a man, take my hand, understand I don't want no minute man [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] Boy, I'ma make you love me, make you want me And I'ma give you some attention tonight (Shut up) Now follow my intuitions, what you're wishin' See I'ma keep you up all night (All night), for a long time, so start countin' away [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no— [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] Tonight I'ma give it to you, throw it to you I want you to comе prepared, oh, yeah (Oh, yеs) Boy, it's been a long time, a crazy long time And I don't want no minute man and that's real, give it to me some more [Chorus: Missy Elliott & Ludacris] Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no— (Yeah, uh, uh) [Verse 3: Ludacris] It's time to set your clock back 'bout as long as you can I stop daylight, it's Ludacris, the maintenance man Get your oil changed, I check fluids and transmission You one minute fools, you wonder why y'all missin' On the back of milk cartons and there's no reward No regards, close, but it's no cigar A hard head make a soft ass, but a hard dick make the sex last I jump in pools and make a big splash Water overflowin', so get your head right It's all in your mind, punk, so keep your head tight Enough with tips and advice and thangs I'm big dog, havin' women seein' stripes and thangs They go to sleep, start snorin', countin' sheep and shit They so wet that they body start to leak and shit Just 'cause I'm a all-nighter, shoot all fire Ludacris, balance and rotate all tires [Bridge: Missy Elliott] Ooh, I don't want, I don't need, I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Ooh, here's your chance, be a man take my hand, understand I don't want no minute man [Outro: Missy Elliott] Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Br— Br— Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got 'Cause I don't want no one minute man Br— Br— Break me off, break— break me off, break— break me off Show me what you got Break me off, show me what you got Break me off, show me what you got Br— Br— Break me off, show me what you got Break me off, break— break me off ************************************************** Get Ur Freak On (Remix)[Missy] Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me Give me some new shit Give me some new shit Give me some new shit Give me some new shit [Missy] Missy be puttin' it down, I'm the hottest round I told y'all mother (uh), y'all can't stop me now Listen to me now, I'm lastin' twenty rounds And if you want me (nigga) then come on get me now (yes) Is you wit me now (yes), then biggie biggie bounce (yes) I know you dig the way I sw-sw-switch my style Holla, holla, people sing around (yes) Now people gather round (yes), now people jump around [Missy] Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha freak on [Missy] Is that yo chick, people you don't know Me and Timbaland been hot since twenty years ago What the dealio, now what the drilly-o (yes) If you wanna battle me then (nigga) let me know (yes) Holla, holla, got to feel it son Let me throw you some *indian voice* (yes) People here I come (yes) now sweat me when I'm done (yes) We got the radio shook like we got a gun [Missy] Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha freak on [Twista] Why, Twista put the ? down to that Missy sound Blow your mind with a ? flow like fifty pounds Now come and see me fly when you see me high Jam right like love on the dizzone, G-C-I In the C-H-I city rollin' on dubs Get it right, used to number roll on 22's to the club, drama If you step to the T cause I'm not the one Let the pimp bust ya like Chris Tucker, I kill people for fun Get your master on, get your gloves on Get your heat on, then get your creep on Get your lick on, then put your peeps on Y'all get your bong on, then you can get your freak on Come and kick it with the brother with the sticky Take a hit and when I feel it on a fifty Gotta get up in the party and a sippin' on Bacardi And we hit 'em wit a little bit of Remi Feelin' when you roll with the alcoholics All the other motherfuckers wanna call us Hit a rhythm when I read up in the city In the ghetto with the murderers and the legit ballers All of my hustlers get down, all the fine ladies stay loose P-I platinum ?, at the bar sippin' grape juice Call the yay and rolly, strapped to most of my homies No Crystalle, off poppin' Dom P's and multiple Moey's Jab and bust at them phoneys, quick to work you, hurt you Right now we ain't know that cause I got purple in my circle Hundred dollar pillows, legit baller's kilos Take a ? pull the fillos, but first where the cigarillos Get your master on, get your gloves on Get your heat on, get your creep on Get your lick on, then put your peeps on Y'all get your bong on, then you can get your freak on [Missy] Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha freak on [Missy] Quiet! Ssh, hush your mouth Silence when I spit it out *Spit* in your face Open your mouth, give you a taste Holla, holla, ain't no stoppin' me Copywritten so don't copy me Y'all do it, sloppily And y'all can't come close to me (yes) I know you feel me now (yes) I know you hear me loud (yes) I scream it loud & proud (yes) Missy gon' blow it down (yes) People gon' play me now (yes) in and outta town (yes) Cause I'm the best around (yes) with that crazy style [Missy] Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha freak on, go, getcha freak on Go, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha freak on Itch nee, san chi ************************************************** Intro/Go To The Floor[Intro] Yeah, what's the deal ya'll this Missy Elliott Givin' ya'll magazine writers, radio cats, listers or plain ol' haters A small piece a my album which is titled Under Construction Under Construction simply states that I'm a work in progress I'm working on myself You know uh, every since Aaliyah passed I view life in a uh, more valuable way Looking at hate and anger and gossip or Just plain ol' bullshit became ignorant to me When you realize in a blink of a eye You walking down a church aisle And that was meant for weddings and happiness And realize the same church aisles are used To view a loved one for the last time From the world trade families the Left Eye family, Big Pun family You know Biggie family, Pac family to the hip hop family We all under construction tryin to rebuild you know ourselves Hip hop done gained respect from you know... Not even respect from but just like rock and roll And it took us a lot of hard work to get here So all that hate and animosity between folks ya need ta kill it Wit a skillet You don't see Bill Gates and Donald trump Arguing wit each other 'cuz both of them got paper And the they got better shit to do: get mo' paper So all I'm sayin' is, let's take hip hop back to the rope follow me (Hard working, the star of the show) Misdemeanor here! (Hard working, the star of the show) Mr. Mos' on the beats! (Hard working, the star of the show) 2000 Eternity!!! (Hard working, the star of the show) I'm the star of the show, let the show begin [Go to the Floor] This is a Missy Elliott Exclusive (Set it off) Momma say, momma sah, momma can you do this? Talkin' like you baddest when you just know dat is Every time I come out ya'll be like who dat is Be like more like Ashanti and be unfoolish You don't really want to break it wit me You wear Gata I sport the Fendi My Lamborghini against you Benzi Dirty diamonds and your ring see mine like cling cling cling Ding ding ding ding ding ding da ding ding I used to get so high they call me Ming Lee Spiked up my hair done like Don King Haters keep on hatin' 'cause dem don't worry we Dem don't worry we or me and Timothy M I S E slimed out my bodee-ee-ee Bang bang to the boogie ooh, wee Playa keep on playin' watch me do my duty [Chorus] Go to the floor (now tell me what you want) Grab me a drink (now what you gon'do) I came to shake, shake my booty down down to the beat Stand on the chairs (and dance like who?) Dance like the freaks (now what you came to do?) I came to shake shake my booty down, hype the party (Set it off) [Verse 2] I'm underrated, glad I made it, independent operated I never hesitated, haters keep me motivated The beat is penetrated I'll let Timmy regulate it And we laid it in the shade and drink a glass of lemonade n Damn I'm faded! Ain't no other way to say it ain't that complicated Ain't no other chicks gon' ever make me feel like invaded I keep droppin' hits like water breakin' Two centimeters and I'm dialatin' Radio impatient, pause, come on, check my translation From my observation my fans is real patient They don't wanna hear the lies so stop fakin' You're greasy like bacon, keep my stomach achin' If you wanna battle let there be no more delayin' I hope you did some prayin' 'cause when I come swayin' Pop shu pop, pop, pop, yeah Sometimes I flow sometimes quick You was on the verge of kissin' ass so slick I'd be on the verge or makin' hits after hits This the kind of shit that tell yo mammy don't forget [Chorus] Go to the floor (now tell me what you want) Grab me a drink (now what you gon'do) I came to shake, shake my booty down down to the beat Stand on the chairs (and dance like who?) Dance like the freaks (now what you came to do?) I came to shake shake my booty down, hype the party (Ohh) [Bridge/Verse 3] Everybody, move your body now do it Here's somethin' that's gonna make you move and goove (New Missy Elliott y'all!) Hey DJ keep playin' that song all night, on and on and on Is the niggas over there, bitches rightchea Yea yea yea yea yea yea yea jeyah All night long I hope you all came prepared It's five o'clock and we ain't goin' nowhere Oh yeah, oh, ooh wee And will the guy the cash choose me? (Oh yeah!) Baby, I got a man I ain't seen lately (Go down to the floor) [Chorus] Go to the floor (now tell me what you want) Grab me a drink (now what you gon'do) I came to shake, shake my booty down down to the beat Stand on the chairs (and dance like who?) Dance like the freaks (now what you came to do?) I came to shake shake my booty down, hype the party ************************************************** Gossip Folks (Fatboy Slim Radio Remix)[Missy] When I rock up in the piece I ain't gotta even speak I'm a bad mama jama goddammit y'all people ain't gotta like me How you studying these hoes Need to talk what you know And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking just mad it ain't yours I know ya'll poor ya'll broke Y'all job just hanging up coats Step to me get burnt like toast Y'all suckers adios amigos Halves halves wholes wholes I don't brag I mostly boast From the VA to the LA coast Izzy kizzy izzy oh I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to see Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next week Just wanna see who I am fucking boy, sniffing some yo I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio Musi ques, I sews on bews, I pues a twos on que zat Pue zoo, My kizzer, Pous zigga ay zee [Missy] When I pull up in my whip Y'all be like who that is I'm driving, I'm gliding, I'm sliding Y'all keep talking bout there she is I'm gripping these curbs Skurr, did ya heard I love em, my feathers, my furs, ah I fly like a bird Chicken heads on the prowl Who you trying fuck now Naw you ain't getting loud Better calm down for I smack your ass down I need my drum bass high Has to be my snare strings horns and I need my Tim sound, right, left Izzy kizzy looky here I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to see Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next week Just wanna see who I am fucking boy, sniffing some yo I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to see I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to see I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to see Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next week [Ludacris] Yeah, uh huh, okay Once upon a time in College Park Where they live life fast and they scared of dark There was a little nigga by the name of Cris Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit Knowing he could rap, no one lifted a hands So he went about his business and devised a plan Made a CD, then he hit the block 50 thousand sold, seven dollars a pop Hold the phone, three years later Stepped out the swamp, with ten and a half gators Now all around the world on the microphone Leaving the booth smelling like Burberry cologne Still riding chrome Got bitches in the kitchen, never home alone And he's on the grind Please let me know if he's on your mind And respect you'll give me Ludacris I live LOUD like Timmy Uh, had to clear these rumors I got a headache and it's not a tumor Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight I'm hard to the core, core to the right Drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to see Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next week Just wanna see who I am fucking boy, sniffing some yo I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to see Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next week Just wanna see who I am fucking boy, sniffing some yo I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio ************************************************** Scream a.k.a. Itchin’[Intro: Missy] Music [Verse 1: Missy] I met him in the Bahamas, I love that nigga per-sona Smoke that nigga marijuana, get freaky, call me Madonna Lay on the bed he follow, bone him until to-morrah Make him sing high sopran-ah, ah Fifty-fo'-fifty-fifty, Mr. Act-Super-Kinky Baby, what you gon' get me is some rings for my lil' pinkie Money will multiply, 'fore you run up inside Make me all weak and tired, mhm [Chorus: Timbaland + Missy] You got to (Scream) If you up in the club, you think you tearin' it up You got to, got to (Scream) Pour mimosas in the cup, then you watchin' people buzz You got to, got to (Scream) If you from out of town, you think you're holdin' it down You got to, got to (Scream) You got to, you got to [Verse 2: Missy] He say he from Puerto Rico, he told me to call him Chico Freakin' up in the Nico, my ego got really negro Throw the heat, go easy though, though I'm like dice in cee-lo Makin' heads scream and moan, send 'em back home Boy, is really worth it just to get dirty dirty? Give me the liquor liquor, make me talk slurry slurry Yeah, money will multiply, 'fore you come up inside Get me all weak and tired, mhm [Chorus: Timbaland + Missy] You got to (Scream) If you up in the club, you think you tearin' it up You got to, got to (Scream) Pour mimosas in the cup, then you watchin' people buzz You got to, got to (Scream) If you from out of town, you think you're holdin' it down You got to, got to (Scream) You got to, you got to [Bridge: Missy] He asked could he rock my body, he also asked could he buy me A new six-oh Ferrari, then ride up in my safari Shit, what a deal, word up, how much it cost now? Shit, what the deal, word up, how much it cost? Play your position, listen, where is your pot to piss in? 'Fore we start really kissin', hot as a freaky kitchen Hey, what the deal, word up, how much it cost now? Hey, what the deal, word up, how much it cost now? [Chorus: Timbaland + Missy] You got to (Scream) If you up in the club, you think you tearin' it up You got to, got to (Scream) Pour mimosas in the cup, then you watchin' people buzz You got to, got to (Scream) If you from out of town, you think you're holdin' it down You got to, got to (Scream) You got to, you got to (Scream) If you up in the club, you think you tearin' it up You got to, got to (Scream) Pour mimosas in the cup, then you watchin' people buzz You got to, got to (Scream) If you from out of town, you think you're holdin' it down You got to, got to (Scream) You got to, you got to ************************************************** Smooth Chick[Intro] 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) [Verse 1] Come here baby, let me blow your mind (Uh huh) I'mma spit shine like turpentine (Uh) I love niggas, all different kinds (Uh huh) I'mma show you all how to work the spine (Uh) If you a playa then you sure ain't mine I'mma cut you off like circumcise (Uh) I'm a real chick and it no surprise (Uh) If you dialin' me then you must realize [Hook] I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick I got gats but don't make me use it (Uh) 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 (Yo) I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it (Uh) I'mma shake my ass down to the music [Verse 2] Come on baby let's do the bump (Do the bump) Keep drinking up 'til you get me drunk Don't front, smoke a pound of funk Something real quick like uunh, uunh (Uh huh) Got tens in the back of the Jeep (Uh) If you got a friend and he all on me (Uh huh) Could it be he's a fan of me? Or could it be he see that I'm Missy? [Hook] I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick (Uh huh) I got gats but don't make me use it I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it (Uh huh) Shake my ass down to the music I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick (Uh) 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 (Uh) [Verse 3] Ay baby, why you trippin' for? (Say what?) Cause I'm on top and you're down below (Uh huh) You want me or you want my dough? (Uh) Cause if it's my dough, then you hit the do' Ayo boo, I think you know (Say what?) That I got gats and they crack the floor (Uh) Missy take shit no more So all that talk is a no, no, no [Hook] I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick (Uh) I got gats but don't make me use it (Say what?) 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 (Say what?) I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it I'mma shake my ass down to the music I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick (Uh) I got gats but don't make me use it (Where you at nigga?) I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it (Uh) Shake my ass down to the music (Say what?) I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick I got gats but don't make me use it (Yo) I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it I'mma shake my ass down to the music Music [Break] [Hook] I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick (Uh) I got gats but don't make me use it (Say what?) I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it Shake my ass down to the music (Where you at?) I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick I got gats but don't make me use it (Say what?) I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it I'mma shake my ass down to the music Music I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick (Uh) I got gats but don't make me use it (Where you at nigga?) I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it (Uh) Shake my ass down to the music (Say what?) I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick (Uh) I got gats but don't make me use it (Yo) I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it I'mma shake my ass down to the music Music [Outro] Yo, Misdemeanor, uh Timothy, uh Kimberley uh Motherfucker now, uh Ginuwine, uh Maganoo, uh Drop, play it One two, motherfucker ************************************************** Can’t Stop[Missy Elliott] Rich Nice WOO! C'mon SICK! Uh-huh YES! WOO! HOLLA! I be thinkin 'bout that big cock The way you used to rock it to me nice and slow You used to do it 'til my back felt broke You used to say give it to me - I'd say no You used to talk that kinky shit up in my ears And you would buy me pink pretty under-wears And I would moan cause you would make me feel nice And you would make me feel like making love twice What I'm saying you the man, I'm in love And I like when you do it rough Hey shorty I can't get enough Can't stop, won't stop - call me Puff Hold me down to the ground, pick me up Now move it 'round, break it down, hold up Scream loud, black and proud, let's fuck Nine to five, do it live, show enough I be thinking 'bout the way you do it good I like it cause you raised in the hood Uh , you put your back into it I tell you no, change my mind, then I do it You cute, you fine, you fire I'm the boss, do the job, you hired Heather Hunter must of got me inspired To work for hours, fall asleep, get you tired cause [Chorus] I can't stop thinking 'bout you Or the way you do what you do With you I can not lose I put it down like some brand new shoes I can't stop thinking 'bout you The way you do what you do With you I can not lose Now let me put it down [scratched] I be thinking 'bout the way you do it good [scratched] I be thinking 'bout the way you do it good (YES!!) [scratched] I be thinking 'bout the way you do it good [Missy Elliott] He wan' take me to a hotel, see if it's good If the nigga smile, when I put it down He like OH YEAH Taste like apples and a bag of PEARS Right here, right there, everywhere To the bed, to the kitchen, in the wooden chair He like to hear me moan like MMM-YEAH Boy's in the zone and I don't care Sitting on his lap, pulling on my track He piggidy piggidy piggidy piggy my back In fact no slack, damn he the mack He ain't got to work me like that [Chorus] [scratched repeatedly] I'm the boss [scratched] I'm the boss, do the job, you hired [scratched] I'm the boss, do the job, you hired [Missy Elliott] What I'm saying, you the man, I'm in love And I like when you do it rough Hey shorty I can't get enough Can't stop, won't stop - call me Puff Hold me down to the ground, pick me up Now move it 'round, break it down, hold up Scream loud, black and proud, let's fuck Nine to five, do it live, show enough ************************************************** I’m Not Perfect[Verse 1: Karen Clark Sheard] We've been through things Feels like we've been to hell and back And the ones you've lost I'd give my life if I could bring them back (Bring them back, I'd give my life) And your self esteem might be low from what people say (Keep holding on) Hold your head up high, I promise it's gonna be ok [Hook] I'm not perfect just like you (I'm not perfect) So come on let me give you a hug (come on let me give you a hug) I got problems just like you (I got problems) So don't nobody sit here and judge (just like you) I'm not perfect just like you (we're gonna stick together) So come on let me give you a hug (let's stick together) I got problems just like you (woo, ooh, yeah) And everybody needs some love [Verse 2: Dorinda Clark Cole] When you're feeling bad, some friends they can't be found (Look around, look around, be found) Cause some people love it just to see you when you're down But it's ok, pick yourself up, start over again (That's what you gotta do) If you try you will, you will succeed in the end (The end, I know you will, oh yeah) [Hook] I'm not perfect just like you (I'm not perfect) So come on let me give you a hug (come on let me give you a hug) I got problems just like you (I got problems) So don't nobody sit here and judge (just like you) I'm not perfect just like you (we're gonna stick together) So come on let me give you a hug (let's stick together) I got problems just like you (woo, ooh, yeah) And everybody needs some love [Bridge: Missy Elliott] Shake a hand, shake a hand y'all, come on (oh shake somebody's hand) To every woman, every man y'all, come on (oh, to every woman, every man) Tell a friend, tell a friend y'all (ooh, shake a hand with someone) 'Cause united we stand y'all (united we stand, divided we fall) [Hook] I'm not perfect just like you (I'm not perfect) So come on let me give you a hug (come on let me give you a hug) I got problems just like you (I got problems) So don't nobody sit here and judge (just like you) I'm not perfect just like you (we're gonna stick together) So come on let me give you a hug (let's stick together) I got problems just like you (woo, ooh, yeah) And everybody needs some love ************************************************** Partytime[Intro] What time is it? [Hook] Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight [Verse 1] Check this out A lot of hip-hoppers, y'all just small talkers Y'all could risk getting cut off like some knickerboxers Y'all gone flop and y'all better off playin soccer Misdemeanor my demeanor be the club rocker My flow proper keep my goodies in a locker Not a artist shocker but I am a shot of vodka Private stalker number one game talker When I start it up, there will be not one stopper Fuck around and get your dome cracked like a cracker Matter fact I'll break your bones like a chiropractor Never slack up I rack up and leave you fractured On the curb wicky word wicky leave you fractured Haters all in my face can you please back up Hater smilin in my face you need to be an actor Beat jacker call for backup 'Cause I smick smick smack ya now tell me who's badder [Hook] Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight (Say What!) Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight (What Time Is It!) Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight (True Indeed!) Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight (Holla!) [Verse 2] Check it Most individuals swear they invisible Guys think I'm more important than the Superbowl Rhymin is a ritual now pay me my residual 'Cause everyday and all day you hear me on your stereo I'm in the centerfold I make guys lose control In the studio I'm droppin hits from my booty hole Ya F'in mulio, y'all don't want to test me yo 'Cause when I'm done ya hair look like Coolio Now please cool it Joe, Misdemeanor real pro Ficky ficky real pro wit a ficky ill flow I kick down doors and I rock many shows I put a tag on your toe and call you John Doe Missy be the name and M.E. is my initials Forget about it like the world forgot Sisqo Take it to the club pop lock it to the disco Think you ought to know that it's bout to get physical [Hook] Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight [Verse 3] I don't care 'cause me do not fear Boom ti boom ri straight to ya ear Best beware when you come around here Don't you dare come unprepared Misdemeanor watch dem suckerz sleep sleep Got dem keys to the jeep beep beep Misdemeanor put it pon ya leak Ride the beat on the 1 2 treat [BLAH] [Hook] Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight ************************************************** Dats What I’m Talkin’ Bout[Missy] Uhhhh Ahhhh! Have you ever been in the mind of a virgin? It gets hot and curious (And ooaaa) Well let me take you there Are you ready, boy? Come on baby, strap up, cause it might get serious (uh ooaaa!) Now there will be some heat and some friction Don't get alarmed cause I'll put ice just to chill the night (I'm just being polite) And I want to see if you're into it Intimate kisses and huggings so sentiment (ohhhhh!) With you I might wanna spend my life [Chorus 1] You make the freak come up out me Dats what I'm talkin' bout Go 'head like it's my birthday Dat-dats what I'm talking bout You make me say oooaa! 'til I can't speak Dats what I'm talkin' bout Baby dat-dats what I'm talking bout Dat-dats what I'm talkin' bout You don't know just what you do, yea Dats what I'm talkin' bout When I'm rocking, slow dance with you Dat-dats what I'm talking bout Cause you put chills on my arm when we kiss, yea Dats what I'm talkin' bout Baby that-that's what I'm talking bout Dat-dats what I'm talking bout.. ALRIGHT! [R. Kelly] Now all I wanna do is, baby Is make your dove cry and make your body scream like (AAHHHHH!) Bet your bottam dollar Can make you believe that you can fly (Yea) Well, one hit of this sex weed Guaranteed to get you high Like a mutha for ya (No, baby) You won't even know what day it is Cause after I come from downtown Girl I'ma wanna go another round, yea Until you tell me R Kells please stop Put it like this It's like fresh up out the kitchen The way I got your oven so hot, mama I'ma hit from the back, and the front, then the side, then bounce it up And down like this And baby, everyone gonna say you're a pimp Cause I'ma have ya walking with a limp [Chorus 2] You make the freak come up out me Dats what I'm talkin' bout Go 'head like it's my birthday Dat-dats what I'm talking bout You make me say oooaa! 'til I can't speak Dats what I'm talkin' bout Baby dat-dats what I'm talking bout Dat-dats what I'm talking bout You don't know just what you do, yea Dats what I'm talkin' bout When I'm rocking, slow dance with you Dat-dats what I'm talking bout Cause you put chills on my arm when we kiss, yea Dats what I'm talkin' bout Baby dat-dats what I'm talking bout Dat-dats what I'm talking bout [BRIDGE: Missy] Sex me, like me Kiss me, hold me Touch me, feel me Do me baby, yea Cause.. Sex me, like me Kiss me, hold me Touch me, feel me Do me baby, yea (R. Kelly: This is the greatest bridge I ever heard) ALRIGHT! Yea, Fo shizzle my nizzle You sho nuff the dizzle And that's on the rizzle, ooooo Boy, you feel me sizzle (Boy you feel me sizzle) So sweet helped me do almost anything [Chorus 2] w/ad-libs [MUSIC FADES] ************************************************** Mr. D.J.[Intro: Lady Saw & (Timbaland)] It's all about (Yo) Lady Saw and Missy (Can you feel me?) An the next thing is about (Yo) The big Bashment 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! [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] There's the party I'm up in the club and I'm drinking I'm drunk off the Alizé As I hear the record spin it seems to take over me So I move side to side and it's something inside that controls me As I walk to the D.J. and I say [Chorus: Missy Elliott] "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 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..." [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] You say you're a baller 'Cause you up in the club, fakin' like you got dough With your dollars To my people, spend they money, let me hear you holler We're gon' party like no other party, don't stop 'til the morning But before I go, this is what I say [Chorus: Missy Elliott] "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 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..." [Break: Timbaland distorted] 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 [Verse 3: Lady Saw] Yo, Mr. D.J., play that one more time So me and Missy Elliott can move we waistline, yo Tell the guy don't come waste we time 'Cause we under the ganja plus the red wine, yo There's a party over here so say it's phat, ya 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 dancin' until tomorrow No other party is slammin' you wan go Sweatin' and wettin' like me in a mi sauna Fit like me just done a dance with me tae-bo Bo, bo, uh, what me say, me say, yo Tell the D.J. fi play an no batta stop Spin it again rewind from the top Misdemeanor, the Saw, plus the Elliott When we drop ya da'no that's uh road Block, block, block, ya can't block Road block, block, a road block Ya da'no it's all about Missy Elliott Ya wan star ever thing is ever thing, seen? It's a party, and ya da'no it's all about weight, ya! Ay, cut! [Instrumental Outro] ************************************************** Click Clack[Missy Elliott] When I walk up in the club, they be pushin Misdemeanor got that ice to keep them lookin Crop top, drop top on my Phantom man They trippin and them haters just pussies Feelin on me, feelin on me like a porn star I drive fast car, still shave my cho-cha Get the cash, get the cheddar, get the beams mean Ching-a-ling, bling-bling, my money real green [Chorus] Who dat, who dat, playa betta fall back So step back, playa betta fall back Click clack, cock back, semi automatic track Drink a lot of similac, shorty betta fall back I fall down, get up, then I gotta dust it off Say you dust it off?! Yeah I quickly dust it off I'm off the walls, I do brawls I don't stall, yes it's on Said it strong, I can't be cloned You can call me Mike Jones 3-0-5 2-1-2 8-0-4 is my cell Yall must dumb as hell If you think that is my cell Hotel, motel, holiday don't play Around the way, O.J.,yeah, I'm so icey What them haters say, Misdemeanor okay Call me 4 play, position more than 40 ways Like a chocolate glaze, I'm hotter than a summer day Stingray, Sugar Ray Knuckles all up in your face [Chorus] Who dat, who dat, playa betta fall back So step back, playa betta fall back Click clack, cock back, semi automatic track Drink a lot of similac, shorty betta fall back I blocka-blocka, straight jocka Matter fact, the face snappa Money stacka, no slacka Hit record, gun strappa I hit-hit, hear my click-click Two snaps, you hit Then I click-click I make cash, pay them bills I pay them bills to buy new wheels I wear high hills, I touch and feel Catch me in your mans grill My record deal, my movie deal Is super sick-sick, I click-click And if you doubt me I'll click-click Smack dem boi's, I will destroy Hit-hit, straight down and spilt-spilt ya boi I kick-kick like karate flicks-flicks Ya get ya ass bit, don't make me have click [Chorus] Who dat, who dat, playa betta fall back So step back, playa betta fall back Click clack, cock back, semi automatic track Drink a lot of similac, shorty betta fall back ************************************************** Gossip Folks (Mousse T’s Original Alternative)(People) Yo, yo yo move out of the way We got Missy Elliott coming through Girl that is Missy Elliott she lost a lot of weight Girl I heard she eats one cracker a day Oh well I heard the bitch was married to Tim and started fucking with Trina I heard the bitch got hit with three zebras and a monkey I can't stand the bitch no way (Missy Elliott) When I walk up in the place I ain't gotta even speak I'm a bad mama jama goddammit motherfucker you ain't gotta like me How you studying these hoes Need to talk what you know And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking just mad it ain't yours I know ya'll poor ya'll broke Ya'll job just hanging up clothes Step to me get burnt like toast Motherfuckers adios amigos Halves halves wholes wholes I don't brag I mostly boast From the VA to the LA coast Izzy kizzy izzy oh [Chorus] Millze gillzers sillzsomebillzody pillzays dizzuble dizzutch Whozzo? My gizzirl! Brillzing her izzin! Izzo kizzay Izzall rizzight Izzo kizzay Izzall rizzight! Nizzow wellzee willzill zillsee Did you know About the Gossip Folk That did the oakey-doak And Missy had to smoke Them cos she's dope... Super dope... And she is fly... So super fly... (Missy Elliott) When I pull up in my whip Bitches wanna talk shit I'm driving I'm glad and I'm styling In these muthafuckas eyes did you see it? I'm gripping these curbs Skurr, did ya heard I love em, my feathers, my furs I fly like a bird Chicken heads on the prowl Who you trying fuck now Naw you ain't getting loud Better calm down for I smack your ass down I need my drum bass high Has to be my snare strings horns and I need my Tim sound Right, left Izzy kizzy looky here [Chorus] (Missy Elliott) I don't go out my house shorty You just waiting to see Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next week Just wanna see who I am fucking boy Sniffing some coke I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio (Ludacris) Yeah, uh huh, okay Once upon a time in College Park Where they live life fast and they scared of dark There was a little nigga by the name of Cris Nobody paid him any mind No one gave a shit Knowing he could rap No one lifted a hands So he went about his business and devised a plan Made a CD and then he hit the block 50 thousand sold Seven dollars a pop Hold the phone Three years later Steeped out the swamp With ten and a half gators All around the world on the microphone Leaving the booth smelling like Burberry cologne Still riding chrome Got bitches in the kitchen Never home alone And he's on the grind Please let me know if he's on your mind And respect you'll give me Ludacris I live loud like Timmy Uh, had to clear these rumors I got a headache and it's not a tumor Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight Hard to the core Core to the right Drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton [Chorus] (People) Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real I know I know, I don't even care about her being preganant by Michael Jackson (no) You know what we should do We should go get her album when it comes out There she go, there she go, there she Hiiiii Misssy (Missy Elliott) Hi Missy? What's up fools? You think I ain't knowin yall broke Milli Vanilli Jay Jay fan wannabes ain't over here gossiping bout me? Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents so your lights won't get cut off You soggy breasts, cow stomachs Yo take those baby GAP shirts off, too You just mad cos Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party Yo by the way, go get my album Damn! ************************************************** Ain’t That Funny(Intro: Missy) This is another Missy Elliot exclusive [Verse 1: Missy] I remember when yo ass was broke, so in love wit me You were always at home, always talkin bout "loan me this, loan me that, now gimme gimme" And then ya got doe, and decide ya wanna leave Gotta few chicks checkin for ya now, huh, you forgot about me (Ain't it funny) [Chorus] When ya man gets money I bet you can't find him But when he come home beggin You can't deny him Where he at when you need him? (he's out lookin cute) But when he need a few dollers He know who to run to [Verse 2] We would go out, I had to pay for everything I never had to worry about you fuckin 'round You used to tell me "Yea I love ya, No one above ya" Then I bought you clothes, I made ya look like a king Then the girls started flirtin wit ya ass, huh, and you forgot about me (Ain't it funny) [Chorus] [Hook] I'll be the one you runnin to When yo pockets is low And you outta cash flow And the chicks don't want you no mo' (Beat comes back in) Be the one you runnin to When you got no mo' gas In those buses, catchin cabs And the chicks don't see you no mo' [Chorus] ************************************************** ...So Addictive[Missy & Tweet] I know some of y'all sick of songs y'all be hearin' on the radio, oh (Oh) So me and Timbaland gon' give that shit you never heard before (Shit you never heard before, oh) It's like drinkin' liquor or weed or X, whatever does you the best My beats are so (So) addictive Come on, get krunk with me See if you're ridin' down the street And you're 'bout to roll that shit up You don't need drugs or weed Oh nah, you ain't smokin' that stank shit up in my car Get your feet off my dashboard Come on, get krunk with me Oh yeah, you wanna get krunk though? Well, pop this CD in right here and take a hit of me (My album is so addictive) 'Cause my album is so addictive Man, bump this ballad shit ************************************************** We Run This (Stick It edit)Sick tape, volume two! Believe it! Hoh! Hoh! Let me switch up the game On the flo' I fall back Step back cause I might put it on ya I go deep, so deep then I sleep So sweep cross the floor Like a broom with my feet You don't want me have to show ya How I hop on the beam, flip it over What up? I'm tore up, sho nuff I ain't scared to take it off (Misdemeanor take it off) Tipsy and I feel good (Feel good) Stop a track put on your woods Into it, I do it, I dud it If you really, really want it Then playas stop frontin' (Stop frontin') Hey boy you know I'm your type (Your type) 5'2 and wear my jeans real tight My curves they swerve so superb My word is my word and I came to serve Cause we what? We run this What? We run this What? We run this Oh, oh, oh It don't matter where you from it's where you at And if you came to freak-a-leak don't tip your hat baby East coast, west coast Down south, represent your coast, c'mon Yeah we run this, and yeah we run this Y'all don't want it 'cause my coast run it Oh, we run this here We run this here Wanna pull my hair? Break my back? For the right money we gonna do it like that Back to back, I can't even keep track We gon' show you how to pick a few stacks Look at dis girl, does she look good? You can look baby boy, but please don't touch Look at how you makin' me blush I'm enough to go around, so people don't push Wanna see my goods? Oh hush Party people look in the club See my diamonds they shine like glittas So many karats they look like crittas And we gon' party all night With a flashlight wave your hands like a kite I like to keep the people hype Somebody here, can you hand me my mic? Cause we what? We run this What? We run this What? We run this Oh, oh, oh It don't matter where you from, it's where you at And if you came to freak-a-leak don't tip your hat baby East coast, west coast Down south, represent your coast Yeah we run this, and yeah we run this Y'all don't want it 'cause my coast run it Oh, we run this here We run this here Is my ladies in the place y'all? (Oh yeah) Is my fellas in the place y'all? (Oh yeah) Oh get your back up off the wall (Oh yeah) Cause we fin to blow the roof off (Oh yeah) And watch me Bogart, get on the ground Do a one two start, do it with my squad Cause we rollin' it hard, and it's for all o' y'all And this is how we ball, cause we some superstars Say oh yeah, hands in the air Like oh yeah, cause we don't care If you wear fake hair and you got fake nails Ladies where you at? Right here! We run this We run this We run this Let it roll We run this ************************************************** 4 My People (Basement Jaxx Remix)[Intro] Yo, yo, yo, yo get it right [Verse 1] The party's jumping I see something fine Boy I wanna kiss you But I'm just too shy Let me dance with you Let me wear you out Here's a glass of orange juice Let's go X it out The music's banging Way down in my soul When you dance behind me I lose all control Make me grind my hips Make me move my waist When the music come on You take my breath away [Chorus] This is for my people My party people And this is for my people My ecstasying people Come on, get down Come on, get down This is for my people My party people And this is for my people My ecstasying people Come on, get down Come on, get down [Verse 2] I'm at the bar now And I'm buying drinks And I got this feeling And it's all over me I wanna dance with you Let me lick your face Meet me on the dance floor To feel some ecstasy The vibe is right now And I'm bout to score Mr. DJ can you... Play this joint once more 'Cause I see the man I want I want him right away I look him right in his face And say dance with me [Chorus] This is for my people My party people And this is for my people My ecstasying people Come on, get down Come on, get down This is for my people My party people And this is for my people My ecstasying people Come on, get down Come on, get down [Break] Freak that Freak that Freak that Freak that Freak that Freak that Freak that Freak that, freak that, freak that, freak that [Bridge] Freak that Come here baby Grab me from the back Baby you the mack And you know that Put the needle on the track Skip that flip that bring the beat back Oh freak that Come here baby Grab me from the back Baby you the mack And you know that Put the needle on the track Skip that flip that bring the beat back [Chorus] This is for my people My party people And this is for my people My ecstasying people Come on, get down Come on, get down This is for my people My party people And this is for my people My ecstasying people Come on, get down Come on, get down ************************************************** Spelling Bee[Hook] I hope you can s-p-e-l-l Nigga please you don't know me that well I got a truck sittin on sprewells My flow tight as h-e-l-l [Verse 1] If you is a h-o-e get a j-o-b I'm h-o-t on the t-o-p Mister Mosely get the b-e-a-t Dont copy this here cause I done d-i-d It could get h-e-c-t-i-c F-i-s-t in your f-a-c-e Y'all don't know how crazy Missy be Don't toy me I'm outta y'all leauge Yes I'm bulletproof Bitches I ain't foolin' you You better learn a thing or two You don't really want it boo [Hook] I hope you can s-p-e-l-l Nigga please you don't know me that well I got a truck sittin on sprewells My flow tight as h-e-l-l I hope you can s-p-e-l-l Nigga please you don't know me that well I got a truck sittin on sprewells My flow tight as h-e-l-l [Verse 2] You just crazy if you think you Jay-Z Sure ain't me cause I r-a-p I'm v-i-p not we that's me Timmy this beat is a h-i-t Listen to the t-r-a-c-k On the M-i-say from the motherfuckin' VA Y'all know k-i-g-e-r-ty If y'all ask me y'all style booty I hope you can s-p-e double L I'm double XL y'all can all kiss tail Y'all motherfuckers don't know me that well My level came next and I'm not RL And yes I'm bulletproof Bitches I ain't foolin' you You better learn a thing or two You don't really want it boo [Hook] I hope you can s-p-e-l-l Nigga please you don't know me that well I got a truck sittin' on sprewells My flow tight as h-e-l-l [Verse 3] I run yo block I run them block (Hah) Crack your windows cause I'm just that hot That you forgot I got a big knot (Cha-Ching) I must of hit the jackpot I must of hit the jackpot cause my purse don't lie The checks don't stop 'till they get writers block Besta call the cops cause it'll put you in shock Like the mind of 2Pac I'mma rock 'till I drop A-B-C-D-E-F-G H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P-U-S-S-Y thats pussy For the fake MC who test M-E And yes I'm bulletproof Bitches I ain't foolin' you You better learn a thing or two You don't really want it boo [Hook] I hope you can s-p-e-l-l Nigga please you don't know me that well I got a truck sittin on sprewells My flow tight as h-e-l-l ************************************************** Play That Beat[Intro] Imma beat y'all, play that beat (5x) (This is a Missy Elliott exclusive) [1st Verse] When you wanna go around the world (I'm ready) And if you want me to fight your ex-girl for you (I'm ready 2x) If you need me to cook you meals (I'm ready) And if you want me to come and chill with you boy (Suga' I'm ready) [Chorus] You don't know how you got me I've never been in so, but not me I was always told not to be Givin' up the [cat] easy Something you do reminds me Friends be tryin' to stop me They can't believe you got me Givin' up the [cat] easy [2nd Verse] When you need a backrub from working all day (I'm ready) Uh when you need a chick to come over right away (I'm ready) (Like this) When you need me to wash your clothes boy (I'm ready) When you need me on the phone to curse out the hoes (Suga' I'm ready) [Chorus] Boy there ain't none quite like you Ask me and I'll always do Cuz' I got this thing for you You know what a little [cat] can do [Repeat] [Chorus] I'm ready when your baby momma trips So just call me come in doin' backwards flips My darling Would you like me bust her lips Cuz' I'm ready, show you I'm the realest chick And I love you I'll do what you want me to do I said I love you For you I'm more than a crew I'm Mrs. Do-right Can't go wrong with me I said R-E-D-Y Always on time Uh, come on ************************************************** Don’t Be Cruel[Intro: Beenie Man, Missy] Zaga, Zaganaga, You hear she moans? Boom! Aye yo Monica Won't you help me and Timb change dis shit up again, yeah hit'em [Verse 1: Monica] Ooh you turn me on, so boy don't lie I will never share you with no other bitches, so don't try You all I want, like when Prince made doves cry And all I'm sayin to you is don't be cruel [Hook: Missy] Yo baby pop, yeah you, come and give me a kiss Betta make it fast, or else I'm gonna get pissed Don't you hear the music pumpin' hard, like I wish you would Now push it (awww), push it, push it real good [Verse 2: Monica] Don't get me wrong, that's just me I just want you to be all you can be like in the army Don't try to play me boy cuz I'm nobody's fool And all I'm sayin' to you is don't be cruel [Hook: Missy] Yo baby pop, yeah you, come and give me a kiss Betta make it fast, or else I'm gonna get pissed Don't you hear the music pumpin' hard, like I wish you would Now push it (awww), push it, push it real good [Break: Missy] Now, now, now wait a minute y'all This is for all the fly, sexy people So when I say get out on the floor Go to the floor, dance I said [Bridge: Beenie Man] Gala (Yea) Run to me one and only bed (Yea) Run man, run get ya rag (Yea) Girls if ya holla give me head Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now (Yea) Run to me one and only bed (Yea) Run man, run get ya rag (Yea) [?] every last said Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now [Verse 3: Beenie Man] Drop dem shings and let's get busy girl Hold on tight and don't get dizzy girl Sorry for ya dizzy, got me on I be fizzy or a kizzy Just woke up in my bedroom wizzy While ya on break let yo kitty air Like magic song at 3rd, like a pier Girl you bout to explode ya frontier Cuz I got got my doctorate as, a poonany engineer See ya know ya can olly-wa Early heard I came here wit cha Don't be mockin, ya not ordering me chalk You got to learn a lesson, not a walk in the park, yo Let's show'em how to punk dem out Max'em out like me credit card I'm talkin bout don't take me a fraud Burn you a [?] [Bridge: Beenie Man] Gala (Yea) Run to me one and only bed (Yea) Run man, run get ya rag (Yea) Girls if ya holla give me head Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now (Yea) Run to me one and only bed (Yea) Run man, run get ya rag (Yea) [?] every last said Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now [Hook: Missy] Yo baby pop, yeah you, come and give me a kiss Betta make it fast, or else I'm gonna get pissed Don't you hear the music pumpin' hard, like I wish you would Now push it (awww), push it, push it real good [Toyz skit: Missy, Sache, Antonio] Lemme run up in this Pleasure World, get me some toys Throw on this ball-cap too so these mothafuckers won't know who I am (*Whistles*) This Sache, welcome to Pleasure World, may I help you find somethin'? Um, yeah, I was wondering if you carried the tidal waves, butterfly bullets, rabbits, jawa G-spot and megablasters? Well we got all the rest of that stuff, but the megablasters, we are clean out of megablasters. Heather Hunter just came in here and bought the last ten, don't ask me what she doin' with ten of em but she came in here and bought the last ten. Mmhm Oh, damn, ten, okay Yeah... Uh, well lemme get uh... Ah wha-wha-wha, hol-up. You Missy Elliott? Cuz you look just like Missy Elliott Nah, nah Are you Missy Elliott? Nah, chill, chill Nah, y'all got them same teeth, same lips, same hoop earrings, you Missy Elliott ain't ya? (Shh, shh) I ain't gon tell nobody you in here girl, Antonio, don't this look like Missy Elliott? Come here! (Oh, god) Dang, that's Missy Elliott, oh shit! I told ya, I told ya, ahh Can I get yo autograph? Aw come on take a picture by the time ware (Aw man) Come on, come on! Cheese Yeah, look thanks for shopping at Pleasure World and don't forget your bag of Toyz ************************************************** Old School Joint[Intro] Flip the beat Oh yeah, I'm feelin' this one You remember back in the old school days? (Yeah) You used to have joints like this And you'd be up in the club dancin like your moms and your pops Haha, I know y'all know what I'm talkin' about So we gon' flip it like this, ooh, ooh [Verse 1] Before you take me out, let's have a conversation No touchy-touchy 'cause it might lead to havin' relations Let's get to the point, boy, no abbreviations Don't wanna give it up too quick, I wanna build up anticipation [Chorus] Once you get me, will you know how to act? Will you do me right? (Ooh, I need to know, I need to know) Once you get me, will you keep my pockets fat? Keep me lookin' tight? (Ooh-oh, yeah, yeah) [Verse 2] I wanna give it some time and get to know each other Let's be friends before we think about bein' lovers Ain't no need to rush it if this is forever If you wait on this love, I promise it'll get mo' better and better [Chorus] Once you get me, will you know how to act? Will you do me right? (Do me right, oh-oh) Once you get me, will you keep my pockets fat? Keep me lookin' tight? (Lookin' tight, oh-oh) [Bridge] Flashlights (Flashlight) Neon lights (Neon light) Party rides (Oh), all night (Oh) Love me right, keep me lookin' tight (Lookin' tight) So nice (So nice) That's what I like (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus] Once you get me, will you know how to act? Will you do me right? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Once you get me, will you keep my pockets fat? Keep me lookin' tight? (Oh-oh, oh-oh) Once you get me, will you know how to act? Will you do me right? (All night) Once you get me, will you keep my pockets fat? Keep me lookin' tight? (Lookin' tight, oh-oh) ************************************************** Pass The DutchListen up everyone! We have been just informed That there's an unknown virus that's attacking all clubs Symptoms have been said to be heaving breathing Wild dancing, coughing, so when you hear the sound Who, di, whoo, run for cover Woo, ahh, daddy, ooh, ah, oh, ooh Pass that dutch, pass that dutch (Ah, ooh) Pass that dutch pass that dutch (Ah, ah) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch (Ah, ah) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch (Whoo) Misdemeanor on the flow, pretty boy here I come Pumps in the bunk make you wanna hurt something I can take your man I don't have to sex em Hang em out the window call me Micheal Jackson I'm a pain in your rectum, I am that bitch y'all slept on Heavy hitter, rhyme spitter, call me Re-Run Hey hey hey, I'm what's happenin', now to get my drink (That's right!) Shake ya ass till it stink (That's right!) Mr. Mos' on the beat (That's right!) Put it down for the streets (That's right!) (Who, di, whoo) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch, pass that dutch Come on pass the dutch baby! (Ahh) Shake, shake, shake ya stuff baby (Who, di, whoo) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (Ahh) Don't stop, get it till ya clothes get wet Number one, drums go bump, bump, bump This beat here will make you hoomp, boomp, jump If you's a fat one, put your clothes back on Before you start putting pot holes in my lawn Oh, my God, show em I'm large Shove my beat up, attack like my name was Saddam I am the bomb from New York to Milan And I can write a song sicker than Jeffrey Dahm' (Woop woop!) Don't touch my car alarm Break in my car you will hear "Viper Armed" I've been a superstar since Daddy Kane was raw I'm live on stage, c'mon a ************************************************** Remember When[Intro: Missy] Baby, it's not true when they say all men are dogs Cause I know a lot of women who cheat I know you kinda wonder why I'm havin this conversation wit'chu Because I speak upon experience And if it's worth anything, I'll never cheat again Whoo!! [Verse 1: Missy] I know I may act stubborn boy But that don't mean I don't love you boy Please forgive me for my attitude When it seems I'm takin all my [shit] out on you I know I never said this here Let me make myself, loud and clear I appreciate the way you treat me I did a lot of things you still don't hate me [Hook] Remember when you caught me cheatin (Hey) Cheatin You said I stopped your heart from breathin (Stopped your heart) Breathin (Yes!) But you loved me so you forgave me (Oooh) 'gave me When you could've went out and played me (Oh yeah) Played me [Verse 2: Missy] Am I a disappointment to you baby? Most of the time I'm wrong, makin excuses for abuses I've done Steppin all on your heart, but you never left me baby Say I'm sorry all the time, and any other guy would be gone But you stayin right by my side [Hook] Remember when you caught me cheatin (Ohh cheatin) Cheatin You said I stopped your heart from breathin (Stopped your heart) Breathin (Yes!) But you loved me so you forgave me (You said that you love me) 'gave me (I know, oh I) When you could've went out and played me (Yeah) Played me [Bridge: Missy] And a love like this, and I can't play no games And it's hard to forgive it, but you didn't never complain (Yes) Didn't rub it in my face, just let me slide on by I know that every girl, wish she had you as a guy [Breakdown: Missy] WOO! Myyyyyyy, my oh myyy Whoa-ohhhhhh (HOLLA!) No no, no no - uhh, no no, Lord Cause a love like this, can't play no games And it's hard to forgive, things I did to you Let me slide on by (Huh) Yeah, have you ever... (YES!) [Verse 3: Missy] When I cheated you said you couldn't breathe [*inhale*] Said you couldn't breathe (YES!) Now I'm sittin here beggin on my knees Take me back, I'll do anything including plead (YES!) I didn't mean to burn a bridge three degree Like Fantasia said, let yourself be free (Whoo!) The truth be without me you'd succeed I'm sorry baby, please believe in you and me C'mon [Refrain: Missy] Ain't no love, better than you With all the pain, I put you through I've stook close and {?} And you still love me, yes you do (Ain't no love) Ain't no love, better than you With all the pain, I put you through I've stook close and {?} Without you here, what would I do [Outro: Scratched] Eww eww eww ewww, mmm mmm Eww eww eww ewww, mmm mmm Remember when you caught me cheatin ************************************************** X-Tasy[Intro: Missy Elliott] Read between the lines Ecstasy, a place of fulfillment and fantasies Where your dreams become realities Mhm, ecstasy It enhances your most inner desire To become more free with your guts and feelings E-E-E-ecstasy [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] Boy, let me free your mind, lets hook up tonight Take you on a flight, high, high Make you warm inside, I won't waste your time My love is so divine, it feels like I'm on [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Ecstasy, I'm willing, to do the things I said I wouldn't do On ecstasy, the feeling makes me feel like I'm in love with you [Verse 2: Missy] Boy look into my eyes, I'm so energized Make it last long time, touch me Everything feels sweet, my body feel your breeze Up all against me, it feels like I'm on [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Ecstasy, I'm willing, to do the things I said I wouldn't do On ecstasy, the feeling makes me feel like I'm in love with you [Verse 3: Missy Elliott] Oh, it feels like I'm on, ecstasy You got my body jumpin' and doin' something Feel so free, I feel like making love to you So what you wanna do? (Ah, ah, ah) Ecstasy, you got my body jumpin' and doin' something Feel so free, I feel like making love to you So what you wanna do? (Ah, ah, ah) [Chorus: Missy Elliott] Ecstasy, I'm willing, to do all the things I said I wouldn't do On ecstasy, the feeling makes me feel like I'm in love with you ************************************************** Step Off[Intro] I know you're not my man And you belong to someone else (Nah) Now come on in, and shut the door I'll make sure you enjoy yourself If you give me a try, before you deny I'm still in love wit' you Or maybe obsessed wit' you [Verse 1] Ow We don't make love no more (Mm-mm) We don't kiss and we don't hug like we used to (Used to) But I'm still in love with you Wait, wait a minute Now if I drive by your house (House) And see some bitch in your bed, under the spreads Giving you head Then I'm gonna turn it out (Hey) [Chorus] I'm the only one who keep you satisfied And though we're not together I remember what you like So tell them chicks to step off 'cause I fill your appetite And I'm the only woman who gon' do it like you like [Verse 2] (Hey, uh) What part don't you get? (Hey, hey) Even though I'm not your girl anymore And you don't want me no more (Ow) I deserve to know who you sleepin' wit' (Ooh yeah) Whatchu talkin' bout, Willis? Is she better then me? (Me, me) Do she cook? Do she clean? Do she sew? Do she steam? (Ow) Can she do these things? 'Cause I... [Chorus] I'm the only one who keep you satisfied And though we're not together I remember what you like So tell them chicks to step off 'cause I fill your appetite And I'm the only woman who gon' do it like you like [Bridge] I still love ya, baby Makes no difference to me And I still wantcha, baby Want to be the one you need The one you call on (Mm-mm) 'Cause I'm the only one that make you feel good (Mm-mm) Sing it to me [Chorus] I'm the only one who keep you satisfied And though we're not together I remember what you like So tell them chicks to step off 'cause I fill your appetite And I'm the only woman who gon' do it like you like I'm the only one who keep you satisfied And though we're not together I remember what you like So tell them chicks to step off 'cause I fill your appetite And I'm the only woman who gon' do it like you like ************************************************** Bite Our Style (Interlude)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 (Eee 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? ************************************************** Take Away (Remix)[Intro: Missy & Tweet] Oooooooooooh, yeah yeah [Verse 1: Missy (Tweet)] You're so incredible Ever since the day we became, we became.. so personal Everyday that I spend with you it gets.. unforgettable Anything that I did with you, I don't.. regret at all (I love everything about you, yeah) [Chorus: Missy (Tweet)] Take away, your gold and platinum chains (Your love for me is platinum, baby) Cause I'm gon' love, love you anyway (Oh, love you... anyaway) I'm not in it for, for the love of cash (It's not your dough, cuz I) Cause if you go broke, I gotta make it last [Missy & Tweet] Goin' nowhere, nowhere, nowhere.. [Verse 2: Ginuwine] Let's make, it national I want the whole world to know I'm with you, and I'm.. in love Ain't no girl in this world Can fill your shoes, none not at all The things you do for me is so.. unbelievable And you can take away all the platinum chains [Chorus: Missy (Ginuwine)] Take away, your gold and platinum chains Cause I'm gon love, love you anyway (I'ma love you anyway, yes I am) I'm not in it for, for the love of cash (I'm only in it for the love of you) Cause if you go broke I gotta make it last (I gotta make it last baby) [Bridge: Missy & Ginuwine (Tweet)] I just wanna be the perfect match (I just...) You don't even have to ask.. (You don't... have to ask) I just wanna be the perfect match (I just...) We become so attached.. (We become... sooooooooooooooooo) I just wanna be the perfect match You don't even have to ask.. (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah) I just wanna be the perfect match We become so attached.. (Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeahhhhhhhhhh) [computer voice] Now can you hold me, now can you feel me Now can you get near me.. For once in your lifetime, for once in your lifetime Now can you hold me, now can you feel me Now can you get near me.. For once in your lifetime, for once in your lifetime [Chorus: Missy] Take away, your gold and platinum chains Cause I'm gon' love, love you anyway I'm not in it for, for the love of cash Cause if you go broke, I gotta make it last ************************************************** P***ycatThis is another missy elliott exclusive Its all for the love But there is more things that keep A man satisfied(Oh come on) And I know the remedy just to cure him from Cheating even if he tried hey Pussy don't fail me now I gotta turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else But me and only me Pussy don't fail me now I gotta turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else But me and only me(Only me) I know he's A man and men have intentions(Intentions) To sleep with someone else(Umm oh, oh) But that's why when I make love to him I'm ruling(Come on) Try to give him my best(Oh please) hey Pussy don't fail me now(Fail me now) I gotta turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else(No body) But me and only me(Ohhhhhh) Pussy don't fail me now (Fail me now) I gotta turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else (No) But me and only me As long as the pussy good Its alright Ain't gotta worry about my man 'cause he knows ma's Is one of A kind And that's why he keeps staying(Stayin) The pussy good Its alright Ain't gotta worry about my man 'cause he know ma's Is one of A kind(Come on) And that's why he keeps staying Look ma Yea you got the bomb and work That prissy stuff Glad it ain't the gushy stuff (That cushy stuff?) I don't like the mushy butts I wish we was Like puffy over jennifer Him and her Too much like I and we (And what that mean?) We just love the booty All we see in 3D is um Booty, booty, booty, booty Oh really Do me, do me, do me, do me Run through me like fluid go through an iv That's good imma make sure you never will leave Can I put my booty booty Up in your spaghetti? Daddy Are you ready for sacary from me Pussy gushy mushy what more you want from me 'cause my feelins hit the ceiling what you want me to be Oh please pussy don't mess it up for me C'mon Pussy don't fail me now (Fail me now) I gotta turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else(Nobody else) But me and only me Pussy don't fail me now (Fail me now) I gotta turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else But me and only me(Ohhh) Missy speaking: Pussy don't fail me now I gotta turn this nigga out So he don't want nobody else But me and only me Pussy don't fail me now I wanna turn this nigga out So he don't want no body else But me and only me ************************************************** Is This Our Last Time[Intro: Missy] Yeah, ok, y'all know how I do it From old school rap to old school R&B Yep, that's me, heh We gon' do it one time like this Oh, oh, come on [Verse 1: Missy] I remember when we first made love (yeah) It was so good Nigga I was whipped and all into it (yeah) Off of that good wood (come on) And if I could I would pursue it But you won't let me do it (yeah) I'm like the first time around with playboy You keep putting me down (mm) I can't keep running away from you (hah) But the sex don't feel the same (uh), no, no, no (whoo) You don't hold me nor kiss me like you used to I can tell your feelings changed (ooh, come on) It must be some other bitch that's taken up your time (hah) If it is then let me know (uh), ohh (ooh) So I won't call you over to taste a piece of this good pie Why you don't fuck me like before (yeah) [Chorus: Missy] I like the first time, I like the first time I like the first time, I like the first time I like the first time, talking bout the second time I like the first time, I like the first time I like the first time, I like the first time I like the first time, talking bout the second time [Verse 2: Missy] I remember when we first made love (uh) It felt so good you made me cry, mm, mm, mm, aha But now you just rush to get it over (come on) And it don't (uh) feel like the first time (ah) [Chorus: Missy] I like the first time, I like the first time I like the first time, I like the first time (aha) I like the first time, talking bout the second time (yeah) I like the first time, I like the first time (uh) I like the first time, I like the first time (ah, come on) I like the first time, talking bout the second time (uh) [Verse 3: Fabolous] Yeah you probably the first girl I'm sprung on I'm hung on the spots (yeah) Put your lips and tongue on, you made me a fan I took the cards that you dealt and made me a hand, aha It's the feelings that I felt that made me a man, aha Now I'm fighting to get it back like Mike Tyson I wanna grab my helmet and ride but you took my bike license I just wanna do it like we did it before, uh Cinderella you was with it before (ooh) Now when I bring your slipper you act like you don't fit it no more Like I got it, but I can't get it no more And I ain't usually a chaser cause write with my pencil But also know how to use my eraser, yeah And at the present time I think about the past, uh Think about yo ass, uh, and can I see it in the future If I see ya I'll salute ya Cause for your loving I'm a soldier Mommy, I thought I told ya [Bridge: Missy] Why you dogging me out (aha), is this our last time (uh, uh) Say it again, why you doggin me out Oh what shall I do (oh), yeah (mm) Tell me what I've done to you, oh (come on) [Break: Missy] Yeah, aha, let the beat ride, hah, mm Then work that, work that, work that, work that, uh Yeah, hah, let the beat ride, uh Come on and work that, come on and work that Come on, come on, sing [Chorus: Missy] I like the first time, I like the first time (come on) I like the first time, I like the first time (aha) I like the first time, talking bout the second time (whoo) I like the first time, I like the first time (hah) I like the first time, I like the first time (yeah) I like the first time, talking bout the second time (uh, come on) [Ragtime Interlude: Missy] I was chillin by the bar at the club, yeah Decided just to buy me a drink Two shots, I was so tore up (Yeah) I said no more Patron for me So I crawled to my car And I turned my radio on And guess what I heard? Yo, lemme stop playin with you mothafuckers, drop the beat ************************************************** We Did It[Intro (Breathing throughout)] Zhicka, zhicka, zhicka, uh Uh huh Zhicka, zhicka, zhicka, zhicka, uh Uh, mhmm Ahhhh [Verse 1] 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 'bout me I believe it cuz you made believe [Chorus] 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 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 [Verse 2] You changed the phone, won't call me back Now I can't even get in touch wit' 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 (Oh) [Chorus] 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 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Bridge] Lonely, phony Sex me then you disown me Homies told me This is how all dogs will be Lonely, phony Sex me then you disown me Homies told me This is how all dogs will be (Zhicka, zhicka, zhicka, zhicka, uh) [Chorus] 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 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 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 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 [Outro] Yeah, yeah More than two times Uh, zhicka, zhicka, zhicka, uh ************************************************** Pass That Dutch (Amended Version)[Missy] Run for cover, cover, cover [Young Buck] Remix, Missy, pass to me In the club without the dutches, it ain't known to me, yeah Fish food wrapped up in a peach Greenery gon' slur your speech like urrr [Missy] (Young Buck) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch (yeah, it's the remix) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch (it's ya boy) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch (Young Buck in the mix, let's go) [Missy] (Young Buck) Misdemeanor on the floor, pretty boy here I come Pumps in the bunk, make you wanna hurt something I can take your man, I don't have to sex 'em Hang 'em out the window, call me Michael Jackson, hehehe I'm a pain in your rectum, I am that bitch y'all slept on Heavy hitter, rhyme spitter, call me re-run Hey, hey, hey, I'm what's happening (yeah) Now to get my drink, that's right Shake your ass till it stink, that's right Mr. Mo's on the beat, that's right Put it down for the streets, that's right [Missy] (Young Buck) Whooo Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch (yeah, it's the remix) Pass that dutch, come on pass the dutch baby (it's the remix) Shake, shake, shake your stuff baby Whooo Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat Don't stop, get it till your clothes get wet (get it on and get crazy) [Missy] (Young Buck) Number one, drums go bump, bump, bump This beat here will make you hump, bump, jump If you's a fat one put your clothes back on Before you start putting pot holes in my lawn (ah) Oh my God, show 'em I'm large Shove my beat up, attack like my name was Saddam I am the bomb from New York to Milan And I can write a song sicker than Jeffrey Dahm' *car alarm* Don't touch my car alarm Break in my car, you will hear viper armed I've been a superstar since Daddy Kane was raw I'm live on stage, come on and give me some applause *applause* Thank you, oh thank you, you all are so wonderful [Missy] (Young Buck) Whooo Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, come on pass the dutch baby Shake, shake, shake your stuff baby Whooo Pass that dutch, pass that dutch (yeah, what up Miss) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch (it's the Young Buck) Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (ok I'm ready) Don't stop, get it till your clothes get wet [Young Buck] (Missy) It go (woohoo) run for cover Delivery's so good just mack your mother like Brothers barbeque And I will never really ever understand what you did started do I got a bottle of hypno you know I'm scorin' Throwback North Carolina, Jordan, yeah Young Buck's a heavyweight Because I handle my weight and I be carryin' weight now wait Ok, the jump off jumped off Play bullshit on the dancefloor, they run off No dough, I got nothing to come off Ok Miss, go and get your run off [Missy] Pop that, pop that, make that money Just keep it going like the Energizer bunny Shake that, shake that, move it all around Spank that, yank that dutch back now Freak him, freak her, whatever your choice Didn't come to judge, I cam to get you moist Scream, whoo whoo, now my voice is lost Can I get a ride on a white horse *horse* [Missy] (Young Buck) Whooo Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, come on pass the dutch baby Shake, shake, shake your stuff baby Whooo Pass that dutch, pass that dutch (it's the remix) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat Don't stop, get it till your clothes get wet [Young Buck] Young Buck playin' twister, not the game But the same colors ain't what I'm twistin' man I got a lot to go around You gettin' it over and over and over till the sundown Heavy breathing, cops chase me in a rundown Flow heat, so they holler put the gun down I'm like no, all I got is some goo-good They like yeah we know you, you from the hoo-hood I'm like sheesh, I be rappin' They like, yeah we know a nigga from the alliance, take action I know you hate me though I'm with the only female in the game makin' Oprah dope Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ************************************************** Release The TensionI'm the best, and that's B and that's capital I hang low like testicles, MC's wanna copy these many flows Hoes, better back up, foe they get slapped up Pack up and go tell Mommy that I backed up you You you you, and your whole crew What, whatcha whatcha whatcha gon' do? uhh, what whatcha gon' do To me?, the M-I-double S-Y-E Wanna battle me, it's gonna be some tragedies [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, we gon' get romantically You're so fine I wanna make you mine I wanna know Do you got a girl Is she good to you I bet she won't 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 (coughs) high Trying to get (coughs) 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] ************************************************** Busta’s Outro[Verse: Busta Rhymes] And right about now with 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 outta your busy day to day livin’ To do the knowledge, take in and observe and absorb and listen and feel the whole emotional roller coaster of this LP Thoroughly put together by Missy and Timbaland The official bang shit Hip-hop music, soul nusic, R&B music Y'all mothafuckas’ don’t know! This is that official full fledge shit And until the next time, y'all niggas stay safe, stay aware, and stay tuned Word is bond and we be back ************************************************** Hurt SumthinYeah, this for all my mix show DJ's, underground DJ's and wannabe DJ's Who know how to get the party started, then spin it This is an introduction of what's about to come One nation under a groove Heartbeat, tight work, aw So for all you party people This is not rock and roll This is only for the clubs Heartbeat, tight work, aw Mister bartender, I need me a drink to really talk kink so can you pour 'em Smoke me something that make my eyes chink and wink out ya man see how I score 'em Check out my pants, the sexy way I dance, then switch my style again cos the method's borin' Make me a bill, a million dollar bill, I'm on top with you like Alicia fallin' See I came in this game and I kicked the door in Slept on me and you still get snorin' Don't you see I'm on fire, you still ignorin' That's why I'm rich and you still be poorin' This beat make you say how mercy Lord is My voice sound like I've been drinkin' forties A freak when I speak, I'm talkin' naughty Comin' soon in your hood, I will be tourin' Ah, get back, aw, we about to, we about to hurt somethin' Then you hear about how we keep the club jumpin' We gon' tear the roof off this mother sucker (jump, jump, jump, jump, jump) Take that, aw, we about to, we about to hurt somethin' Then you hear about how we keep the club jumpin' We gon' tear the roof off this mother sucker Why you want me to come out and play Over there pussycat (touché!) Exclusive ? for mix show DJ's I would give you one dollar if you play today I want to do the voulez vous coucher Do you like to eat a lot of sushi Look at me dance like I am chick fully Ay sucker what you say (ey, yeah, yeah, yeah) See I know how to rock the party Put your hands on that ass and spank somebody Got my hands up like somebody rob me Boy, if you got bait, let me see your money Small dick, get no chicks, I'm truly sorry But you get the fake digits, no need to call me Say what, shake your body Sh-sh-sh-sh-shake your body Ah, get back, aw, we about to, we about to hurt somethin' Then you hear about how we keep the club jumpin' We gon' tear the roof off this mother sucker (jump, jump, jump, jump, jump) Take that, aw, we about to, we about to hurt somethin' Then you hear about how we keep the club jumpin' We gon' tear the roof off this mother sucker (yo, mami what's your name) Player please get a job (I'm paid) Yeah, you must steal and rob You talks trash, but you ain't even got a car (How you know) Cos I seen your ass walk You call me ? player, like you think it's my fault The type of minute man, faking like you last long Please kill it man, lying to the superstar It's so hot, go head, take your clothes off Ah, get back, aw, we about to, we about to hurt somethin' Then you hear about how we keep the club jumpin' We gon' tear the roof off this mother sucker (jump, jump, jump, jump, jump) Take that, aw, we about to, we about to hurt somethin' Then you hear about how we keep the club jumpin' We gon' tear the roof off this mother sucker So, so, fresh, fresh, so, so, fresh, fresh (touch?) So, so, fresh, fresh, so, so, fresh, fresh (touch?) So, so, fresh, so, so, fresh ************************************************** Get u freak onHead banga, hit me Hit me, hit me Hit me, hit me Yeah, hit me Gimme some new shit, yeah Gimme some new shit, yeah Gimme some new shit, yeah Gimme some new shit Missy be puttin' it down I'm the hottest 'round I told y'all mother-ooh Y'all can't stop me now Listen to me now I'm lasting twenty rounds And if you want me (nigga) then come and get me now Is you with me now? Then biggie-biggie-bounce I know you dig the way I sw-sw-switch my style (Holla) People sing around Now people gather 'round Now people jump around [Chorus: x2] Go, get ur freak on Go, get ur freak on Go, get ur freak on Go, get ur freak on Go, get ur freak on Go, get ur freak on Go, get ur, get ur, get ur, get ur, get ur freak on Who's that bitch? People you don't know Me and Timbaland been hot since twenty years ago What the dealio? Now what the drilly, yo If you wanna battle then (nigga) let me know Holla, gotta feel me son Let me throw you some People here I come Now sweat me when I'm done We got the radio shook like we got a gun [Chorus: x2] Quiet!! Shhh, hush your mouth Silence when I spit it out, {spit sound} in your face Open your mouth, give you a taste Holla, ain't no stoppin' me Copywritten, so don't copy me Y'all do it, sloppy-ly And y'all can't come close to me I know you feel me now I know you hear me loud I scream it loud and proud Missy gon' blow it down People gon play me now, in and out of town 'Cause I'm the best around with the crazy style [Chorus: x2] ************************************************** Time and Time Again[Missy - singing] Ohh ohhh, ohh yeah-yeahhhhhh Oooooh ooh, aww yeah Ohhohhh yeahhhh Aww yeah... yessss (WOOOOOOOOOOO!) The things you say to me, can't make or break me Everything you bought I give back absolutely everything And, I am through wit'chu, you and your crazy moods You be trippin and slippin and givin attitude (HOLLA!) I deserve the finger things, the joy that love brings And you'll be missin my kisses and makin love scenes I'm better off alone, can't wait 'til you get gone Ain't no need to keep hopin cause it's, over and done [Chorus: repeat 2X] Why do you keep comin back, time and time again You promised me you'd change your ways, time and time again I heard the same old line from you time and time again And why I take you back because I can not change you man [Missy - singing] (YES!) No use in talkin, better get to walkin Better get them chicks who turn tricks cause I'm just too smart Man, I hate men who lie, who look me in my eyes Come up with alibis, for the thousandth time I won't take bullshit, leave your ass with the quickness Because I'm stable and able to live my life alone Boy I'm through wit'chu, no more to say or do Cause you're too confused, and it's over and done [Chorus] [Missy - rapping] I be comin with a rap on a ballad You should vote Misdemeanor on your ballots Cause you know I blow your mind any time that I rhyme And I'll be down for a challenge I'm, wicked, I-C-K-icked Not Twista twisted From coast to coast I brag and boast I'm better than most and sufficient I got that good love, that goody-goody-good love That puddy-puddy-pusha Slick talkin sista, to any nigga That wanna get with her Don't never diss her M dot S-E And let me stop playin with y'all motherfuckers This ain't no rap record, get back to the hook [Chorus] ************************************************** Missy’s Finale[Verse] 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 ************************************************** Mysterious (Intro)We started in 1997 and finished in 1999 She brought you 'The Rain', 'Sock it to me', 'Beep me 911' Now it's a new year Not the year two G but the year three G She's a bitch Definitely the bitch-to-be right about now That's right Timbaland, Missy Elliott, bring to you the future And I am Morpheus If you go to your local phone booth You can find out what I have to say next About the bitch ************************************************** Triple Threat[Verse 1: Timbaland] (Yeah) I'ma make you dance, you dance, I'm a triple threat I'ma make you boun-boun-bounce, so hard until you break your neck I'ma keep it crunk, and crunk, I'm a space cadet Ba-bass, hit-hit-hit so hard-hard that you feel it in your chest Mi-mi-Missy and I, and I, we we music's best Ten years later watch the dynamic d-du-du' reconnect A hundred and twenty million sold, sold, and them niggas back I'd like to see how many niggas out there-there that can do-do that I say... [Hook: Timbaland] Missy and I throw it up, keep a liter in our cup Missy and I throw it up, keep a liter in our cup Keep a liter in our cup, we keep a liter in our cup Missy and I throw it up, we keep a liter in our cup Keep a liter in our cup, we keep a liter in our cup Missy and I throw it up, we keep a liter in our cup Keep a liter in, we keep a liter in our cup Missy and I throw it up [Verse 2: Missy Elliot] I got that one liter, two liter, in my cup, margarita Roll up in my two-seater, I'm a pretty diva, call me señorita Have you seen a new Medina I don't do grass but I'm a misdemeanour I'm so fresh out front the cleaners Triple threat: rap, dance, and I'm a singer Get the finger, middle finger, me and Timbaland the new Ike and Tina Tag team ya, right up in ya, hits like Venus and Serena Timby and I throw it up, whatever we do it will blow up He so hot so popular, I told ya'll, ya'll can't mess with us [Hook: Timbaland] Missy and I throw it up, keep a liter in our cup Missy and I throw it up, keep a liter in our cup Keep a liter in our cup, we keep a liter in our cup Missy and I throw it up, we keep a liter in our cup Keep a liter in our cup, we keep a liter in our cup Missy and I throw it up, we keep a liter in our cup Keep a liter in, we keep a liter in our cup Missy and I throw it up [Verse 3: Missy Elliot] (Let's go!) Guess who back, yep I'm the best I'm that chick, 'cause I'm a triple threat Two fifty mill and who can top that I slap who ever said I'm irrelevant Got them pissed and mad and upset Music dead we make it resurrect Watch our step you better come correct If you go in such you're gonna lose your bet Up the bet and tell me who's next Nasty flow, call it triple X Got my drink I'm sipping on that Ya'll faker than some fake Rolex Timby and I throw it up, whatever we drink sho' to blow up See this liter in our cup We VIP when we roll up [Hook: Timbaland] Missy and I throw it up, keep a liter in our cup Missy and I throw it up, keep a liter in our cup Keep a liter in our cup, we keep a liter in our cup Missy and I throw it up, we keep a liter in our cup Keep a liter in our cup, we keep a liter in our cup Missy and I throw it up, we keep a liter in our cup Keep a liter in, we keep a liter in our cup Missy and I throw it up ************************************************** Take Ur Clothes Off[Missy Elliott] I’m on that next shit I’m on that next shit You on that old shit [Verse 1] I got a figure eight figure, lick it more bigger Never booty shots, ass look thicker, ask jack tripper I dance like stripper, been hot since Billy Dee was drinking malt liquor I rock a beat like wooh, other chicks kboo like they at the apollo I get it crazy for you baby, been rapping since y’all was lil' babies You better respect moi, voulez-vous coucher, yes moi No I can’t be stopped, might see me down the street in a brand new car Now if y’all ain’t on this new shit right now Now ya’ll gon have to find a new beat, new beat? Now if all y’all on this new shit right here, take your clothes off in the vip [Refrain: Timbaland/Missy] Take clothes off, take clothes off Oh 
I take my clothes off, I take my clothes off, let’s go To the flo’, take it off, to the flo’, take it off To the flo’, take it off, to the flo’, take it off [Verse 2] Allow me to reintroduce myself, my name Miss Rocking like no one else,
 I don’t need ya’ll cause I’m feeling myself Haters y'all just be worried to death Like a throw back, to the flow back Return of the Mac, go ‘head take my Kodak I’m all that, ya ain’t know that You can’t keep track if you had a low jack Yeap, must of thought I was over Been hot before Michael Jackson wore loafers
 (say what?) Ya' was youngin, I was much older Been rich before you even knew about Oprah Before you knew about Oprah Been rich before you knew about Oprah, haha 
get it Been rich before you even knew about Oprah [Refrain] Take clothes off, take clothes off Oh 
I take my clothes off, I take my clothes off, let’s go To the flo’, take it off, to the flo’, take it off To the flo’, take it off, to the flo’, take it off ************************************************** Who You Gonna CallAny Give Sunday baby Oww! Yo, yo, yo Oh zigi-zigi Zig-zigi-zig-zig, oh oh Zigi-zigi-zigi-zigi-zigi... Oh you 'pose to be the man now Cause you got cars, you got houses You got yachts, you got diamonds You got it all Oh you livin' large right, heh Well let me ask one thing When you go broke When you go broke I bet those same friends yo don't mess with you no more Here we go uh I was there when no one knew your name I was there when you blew up, got large And had all the fame Now look how you do, uh I was there when everything had changed You think you the shit Big star on top of your game Now who you gonna call When nothing's right Will you call when your ass go broke? Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you? And you ain't that hot no more Now who you gonna call When nothing's right Will you call when your ass go broke? Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you? And you ain't that hot no more Uh I was there when you was hooked on weed I gave you dough, mo dough You don't know to supply your need What's it gon' be (uh) I was there I was the air you breathe Until you became a big star No need for me Now who you gonna call When nothing's right Will you call when your ass go broke? Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you? And you ain't that hot no more Now who you gonna call When nothing's right Will you call when your ass go broke? Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you? And you ain't that hot no more Uh do you Call when you fall boy Call when you ain't got boy They don't wanna roll with you They don't think you hot boy What happened to you boy? You are just a no-boy Now you have no joy Here we go What happened to your Benz man? What happened to your rocks? Six shots that you pop in your bitches man Now your name is like shit stink You let the fame maintain You done blew out your brains man What happened to your diamond rings? You bling-bling every time a nigga switch a lane Beep, beep to your feet man You's a jeep man With no friends and no game man There he is, uh When nothing's right Will you call when your ass go broke? Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you? And you ain't that hot no more Now who you gonna call When nothing's right Will you call when your ass go broke? Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you? And you ain't that hot no more Call, yo, who you gonna call, uh Yo who you gonna call when your ass go broke Them same friends who don't fuck wit you no more Who you gonna call, yo who you gon, who you gonna call Who, who you gonna call, who, who you gonna call Heh-heh, where all your friends now? Where your homies now? When you was on top of your game Everybody wanted to hang around, huh Heh, heh but now that your ass gone broke Your same friends don't want to fuck wit' you no more Who you gonna call huh? You better understand reality baby Never let the fame blow your brain, heh Yo, yo, yo, oh-zigi-zigi Never let the fame blow your brain Yo, yo, yo zigi-zigi-oh Never let the fame blow your brain Here we go, uh And my choir sing, heh Yo, uh, let the orchestra, and the violins And the trumpets, yo, yo, oh shit, owww! ************************************************** Throw Your Hands Up (Interlude)[Interlude: Lil Kim] Yo, this the Queen Bee And I came to say a little somethin' On my girl Missy's shit Now see I got somethin' to say That's right, I got a problem I got a problem wit all y'all muthafuckas out there That got a problem wit us calling ourselves a bitch Yeah that's right, I said it muthafucka, bitch! What? You see, bitch is a strong word And only strong bitches can use that motherfuckin' terminology Bitch, ha I mean... if u can't wear the name, don't try to use it Shucks [Chorus: Missy] Throw ur hands up if u like to get high Tim, make a fat beat so we can party all night If u got beef u gotta take it outside Throw ur wrists up and lemme see ur ice shine Throw ur hands up if u like to get high Tim, make a fat beat so we can party all night If u got beef u gotta take it outside Throw ur wrists up and lemme see ur ice shine ************************************************** I’ve ChangedYes, I'm changed again, baby (Woo) Changed, changed Changed the games that I used to play (Play) Leavin' when I stay (Woo) Oh (Oh), oh, baby, I've changed I said that I've changed (I said I've changed) The games (The games) ain't the same (They ain't the same) (I've changed) The pressure wasn't greener (Changed) On the other side (Changed) Aight, aight, aight, Mo, chill ('Cause I know I've changed) Yo, Mo (I know I've changed, baby, I swear I'm changed) Yo, Mo, chill (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yo, chill, you singin' like you (Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) You singin' like you in church raisin' money (I've changed, I've changed) For some new choir robes or somethin (I've changed, I've changed) You changed? I'm 'bout to change to a new track (Oh, oh) ************************************************** It’s Real[Intro] Yeah, ohhh-ohh Yeaahhh, yeaaa I love you more then my mouth can say I'll take a flight to kingston, anyplace Just to be in yo face [Verse 1] From new york city to japan I'll be there ba-by Just call my phone and I'll come flying On the next plane to you Never worry cause I'm ya woman And I promise ba-by I promise you will be my man [Hook] Cause baby it's real (real) So real (so real) Can't you tell by the look in my face, yeah Oh baby it's real (it's real) So real (so real) I hope your feeling the same Cause baby it's real [Verse 2] I'll follow you right to the moon It could happen yeah Just so we can be close as cousins With my heart out to you I love you more then words can offer Pay attention ba-by I hope this never ends my lover [Hook] Cause baby it's real (it's real) So real (so real) Can't you tell by the look in my face, yeah Oh baby it's real (it's real) So real (so real) I hope your feeling the same Cause baby it's real [Bridge] I don't wanna spend a day without you I don't get tired of being by you I don't care bout the things about you Boy it's real [Hook] So real, so real (so real) Can you tell by the look in my face, yeah Oh baby it's real (it's real) So real (so real) I hope your feeling the same Cause baby it's real ************************************************** Hot (Ratatat remix)[Missy] This is an old school Missy exclusive [Verse 1] Look I ain't on no ra-ra shit You dont wanna test how far Miss get Me and Tim's cars got kits But we don't drive around trying to prove you shit Everyone trying to be that bitch But there can only be one bitch, make hits I know I must make y'all sick Cuz Everytime I spit you beg to quit I used to drive a six And now I drive a mercala gold and shit On the plush gold seats to sit And I own my own click Man I must admit And my S is it Misdemeanor have you seen she the best it get And those who try to test this chick Where they at right now in peace restinin' [Chorus] If you broke Just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin up ya ass is some smoke See we rich folks, we buy boats And you is a broke bum nigga that's for sure I know you broke just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin' out ya is some smoke Cuz rich folks we buy boats And you is a broke bum liar that's for sure [Verse 2] Yeah boo you know you a joke Wear a fake Rolex, call it a Ro Claim you down with so and so Ya whack on whack, bows I came to throw I might just let you mop my flo' Here my autograph take this flick to go (CHEESE) Miss don't say no mo' Cuz you know what I do And you know what I know And I dont think so You dont wanna lose a arm or elbow If ya broke man just say so Cuz that bentley that you renting Man its got to go Back to the black man sto' Along with ya weave cop a new afro Why you wanna make Miss stoop so low But if you try to test me I just check ya slow [Chorus] If you broke Just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin up ya ass is some smoke Cuz we rich folks, we buy boats And you is a broke bum nigga that's for sure I know you broke just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin' out ya is some smoke Cuz rich folks we buy boats And you is a broke bum liar that's for sure [Verse 3] In old school we used to call out names But I ain't tryin' to get y'all all my fame My credit card gonna bring ya pain To know ya bank account just don't change No need to wreck ya brains Trying to see who Missy gon' slain I roll solo not with a gang Don't carry guns kick ass wit a chain Don't let me say it again Don't carry guns kick ass with a chain (WHASSSSA) Like a chinese man Reverse it (ti esrever) Know what I'm saying [Chorus] If you broke Just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin up ya ass is some smoke Cuz we rich folks, we buy boats And you is a broke bum nigga that's for sure I know you broke just say you broke Cuz' all you blowin' out ya is some smoke Cuz rich folks we buy boats And you is a broke bum liar that's for sure ************************************************** Best, BestYeah, yeah What we about to do, Miss? Hey yo, Danja! We finna switch R&B baby Imma flip a new melody on these suckas Let's go! [Chorus:] Boy you're so sexy I don't wanna look at another man and And when I see you Don't want you touching on her again and And baby when I'm close to you I feel those butterflies I'm laying in my bedroom Sit back and fantasize Let's go [Verse 1:] He the best, he the bomb He cute, he umm He fly, he fresh He give me, good sex (Woo!) He grind, all the time Got money, on his mind He's a balla, he's a balla He's my man, shot calla He's a freak, I'mma freak We freak all week I love him, he love me Me, me, me He take me, to the mall He buy me half the mall He's tight, my type He give me what I like [Chorus:] Boy you're so sexy I don't wanna look at another man and And when I see you Don't want you touching on her again and And baby when I'm close to you I feel those butterflies I'm laying in my bedroom Sit back and fantasize Let it roll [Verse 2:] We kiss all the time That boy, he fine He pimp, he stunt He give me what I want We fuss, we fight We make up by the night We go out to the club We get crunk in the club He buy me Patron, he buy me Patron He spending on me, make it rain boo, on me His love, so cool I call him, my boo We go everywhere Everywhere, he's there Let's go! [Chorus:] Boy you're so sexy I don't wanna look at another man and And when I see you Don't want you touching on her again and And baby when I'm close to you I feel those butterflies I'm laying in my bedroom Sit back and fantasize Let's go [Verse 3:] My dude buy me shoes I don't see no other dude He never disrespect Got one big ol' dick He know how to put it down He know how to put it down We do do, do it all He be my my, booty call He give me butterflies When I look into his eyes He my fiance Call me dream girl, Beyonce My nookie is his, my nookie is his! He cute, he fine He sexy, all the time Imma let this shit ride, ohh And make u feel real high! C'mon! ************************************************** Bus-A-Bus Interlude[Interlude: Busta Rhymes] Yes indeed, yes indeed out this motherfucker Back with the right foot steppin' in first And the left foot steppin' in after I go by the divine attribute of Busta Bust Down Something Otherwise known as Busta motherfuckin' Rhymes out this bitch You know what I mean? 'Cause when I'm in the spot I let a bitch start kissin' up on motherfuckers Love the way that I be pissin up on motherfuckers Motherfuckers need to chill, relax, what they need to do is listen up, motherfuckers So as we begin to get you addicted to the shit that's so addictive Make sure you got your peoples with you You know, one of your peoples that stay sober You know, to make sure you get home safely 'Cause we about to take it there, motherfuckers Missy "Misdemeanor" Elliott So Addictive ************************************************** Higher Ground (Prelude)[Missy] See, I had to make a record that Give thanks to my Lord Savior in Jesus Christ A lot of people are quick to criticize me For the kind of music I sing but See they don't change the belief Hat I have an God, yaknowhatI'msayin? Cause when my friends forsake me Who's there to listen to me without complaining? Nobody but Him, uhhh [singing] Please don't judge me Cause I'm not perfect (I'm not perfect) And please don't judge me if I'm not in church on Sunday I'm movin' (I'm movin' on) And I'm pressin' (I'm pressin' on) To the other way (To the other way) Ohhhh (to, higher, ground) I'm pressin' (I'm movin' on) I'm movin' (I'm pressin' on, yea) Tooooo (to the other way) (to, higher, ground) ************************************************** Don’t Be Coming (In My Face)Verse One: 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 Chorus: 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 Verse Two: 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 Chorus Verse Three: 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 Chorus Verse Four: I used to stick closer to your side then a beeper Till you smoked that cheaper reefer Now you loony as fita, cheddar Don't say a word Yep I got tha word Yeah I heard it from a little bird Now I'm out the door My four four You don't know? Get your bags and your things take the door Don't take this shit no more When you leave You can leave out the back door Missy Talking: 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 ************************************************** Hot boyz - remix original versionUh, forty side felony Felony, misdemeanor The charge is murder Escobar CB on bikes I'm switching gears Headlights, shine so bright Bitches freeze like deers Them fiends want that deep boy Feds send in a decoy, pack that heat boy Push ya where ya rest in peace boy Get your mama's house shot up Bodies all chopped up When them bodies pop up, I ain't getting' locked up My Bentley cruise the block, with the sun roof top Hood rats jumpin' on my jock cause I blew up the spot Crushin' your Benz, crushin' your Navigator system My QB piece make y'all niggas tuck your shit in It's Nas in your area, Queens 'bout to tear it up Braveheart y'all scared of us, real niggas, they be us 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 with you, do you need some help? I cook boy, I'll give you more I'm a fly girl, and I like those Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cause y'all be driving Lexus jeeps And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin' cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cause y'all be driving' Jaguars And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin' hardballs with them Platinum Visa's Is that your car, the SK-8? Are you riding alone, can I be your date? Come get me, get me, don't diss me, don't trick me Got some friends, can they come too? Can you hook them up wit' some boyz like you A hot boy, a rock boy, on top boy And I like those Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cause y'all be driving Lexus jeeps And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin' cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cause y'all be driving' Jaguars And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin' hardballs with them Platinum Visa's Yo only take 'em thugged out Slightly bugged out, fuck with his tongue out Know the job ain't getting done, until the body getting drugged out Hot boy, keep me right Play your part and I'll keep it tight Where else you gonna be in the middle of the night But up in the sheets with me aiight Gangsta, true to your gang, street master You the one I need when there's beef, street blaster Ain't afraid to stop a cat, plus pop a cat, huh Soldier, cash money, rule your world What's topping that? Huh, S-4-3-0 keep me on my toes Get a tingle in my spine, what spot? Only he knows He's a hot boy, Missy sing it out and I'm gon' spit it Ruff Ryders scream it loud, daddy is you with it If your team can't handle my bitches then we gon' ride Brickhouse stallions, keep thugs open wide, huh 'Illadelph's best E-V-E stay committed Mess with many, but if he ain't the realer I ain't with it, with it Yo, mami, what the deal? Ain't no heat fuckin' hotter than the heat a nigga hold I think you really should be told that I deal with long shafts That keep a long blast (blast) Now look at a nigga and peel off fast (come on) Word you got your girlfriend Word, she can get it too Fuck it though, I'm honest yo I'm saying though, let's play it through Getting cinematic with it Niggas if you got it, hit it Fuck the dumbness Hit it till its numbness Hot boy Baby you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin' you like endlessly (Everyday all day) Hot boy Baby you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me ************************************************** Big SpenderMissy Elliott When I rap I'll be shakin 'em Every song that I write dj beggin 'em So u say that I'm wack, u be playin 'em Got fararis and cribs and y'all hated 'em Nothin to say to him I out rated him and my flow for sure out dated him Yes u wer number 1 coz u payin them I'll be checkin the skate u skatin' 'em (who ya foolin man) Be conspicuous, how I ride in this thing is ridiculous Me and Timothy y'all can't get rid of us I got aspirin for when y'all get sick of us, down ur asophigus U ain't stoppin me, u all just watchin me like a pornography U all say y'all u ain't mad, but u just gotta be Coz the dough that u spend is funopoly(owww) Fake spender Hey Big Spender...... .....spend a little time with meeeeee Life is fiction, I got a bad curse, an addiction(f you) Scuse ma diction If u screw with ma man i got big guns I got good sence, now reach in your pocket, its full of lint Thats why y'all don't like me, its evident Cause the rumours just spread, and they're relevent(triiiicks) With my third eye, u can't knock the game even if u try U sleepin on me is a rock-a-by Split additude, like they gemini, playa give me my With the five mites Coz spendin my money is my right Knuckle up coz motha suckers is my time Coz iv bin in this game U just in ur prime Big Spender Hey Big Spender...... .....spend a little time with meeeeee Its contagious My flow come in all type of flavas Y'all haters just well we ain't neighbours Coz my fans scream lyk they in labour(owwwww) I dnt know y'all iv been rockin the show way before y'all And im hotter thn hot i take no calls If u think this is hot then go wack off(ooohooohooh) To my real fans who support me and play me in caravans To evry women and evry man No disrespect, im just chillin maaaaaan This is open mike, u know missy always got to keep it tight U know tht i knows wat u alls like Fake thugs with no dough u ain't livin right Fake spender Hey Big Spender...... .....spend a little time with meeeeee ************************************************** For My PeopleUhh, yo This is for my motherfucking club heads, you feel me? (Fuck, yeah!) People, gangstas, and pimps and people Smokin' that lethal reefer Up in the club the speakers High hats and base and tweeters DJ is jockin' needles Sweat till I catch a fever Call me the illest diva Yo I'm on fire People go head and drink up Get in the club get fucked up See me you got get lucked up Someone to touch and rub up Show me some love Strip off your clothes And take off your socks The party's jumpin', I see something fine (Ooh) Boy I wanna kiss you, but I'm just too shy (Too shy) Let me dance with you, let me wear you out (Out) Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out The music's bangin', way down in my soul (Soul) When you dance behind me, I lose all control (Ohh) Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist (My waist) When the music comes on, you take my breath away This is for my people, my party people This is for my people, my motha fuckin' people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down down This is for my people, my party people This is for my people, my ecstasy people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down (Oh, the bar) I'm at the bar now, and I'm buying drinks (Uh huh) And I got this feeling, and it's all over me (Ooh) I wanna dance with you, and lick your face (Ooh) Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy The vibe is right now, and I'm bout to score (Score) Mr. DJ can you, play this joint once more (Oww) 'Cuz I see the man I want, I want him right away (Ahh) I'm look him right in his face and say dance with me This is for my people, my party people This is for my people, my motha fuckin' people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down get on down This is for my people, my party people This is for my people, my ecstasy people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down Freak that, come here baby, grab me from the back Baby you the mack, and you know that Put the needle on the track skip that, flip that Bring the beat back Oh, freak that, come here baby, grab me from the back Baby you the mack, and you know that Put the needle on the track, skip that, flip that Bring the beat back Uno dos tres (Uno dos tres) Uno dos tres (Uno dos tres) Uno dos tres (Uno dos tres) Uno dos tres (Uno dos tres) Can't stand when a nigga fuckin' up my plans All night liquored up while I'm tryin' to dance Drunk, and his breath stink, freaky with his hands Cocky with his mouth please like he got a fan Can't stand when a bitch all in my side I don't even know her and she all up in my light Givin' me the side eye like she wanna fight Philly known for boxing bitch better get it right Can't stand when a DJ fuckin' up the song Know I'm tryna to shake my ass all night long Cuttin' up the same shit all night long High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown Can't stand when it ain't jumpin' like I want Cats that try to stop my fun, take away my blunt I don't give a fuck he ain't gon' take away my fun See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run, uh This is for my people, my party people This is for my people, my motha fuckin' people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down down This is for my people, my party people This is for my people, my ecstasy people C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down ************************************************** Outro[Verse: Missy] Check it See I don't wanna say that this is the end I'll end by saying this is where we'll begin Hip-hop is a freedom of expression Not a freedom of depression Can I make my one suggestion Look at how we're labelled gangster rappers Is that their only impression, wake up Rap is a craft, art and a rap of sport Something like a game of basketball can't be taught But yet we accept the name thug, like that's fly See how they covered our eyes Give us names to separate us Sit back and watch us beef and make us hate us Say what, I'm done talking Mary J. Blige, let 'em know this is not a test I hear you calling [Hook: Mary] What you hear is not a test I'm rocking to the beat (I'm rocking to the beat) See me and my crew and my friends We're gonna try to move your feet (move around, move around) See I am Mary Blige (yes I am) And I'd like to say hello (thank you for inviting me) To the black, to the white, the red and the brown The purple and yellow (everybody) But first you gotta, oh, but first you gotta ************************************************** Drop the BombThis is a Missy Elliott (uh) heavy hitter Oh, now put your back into it, uh I'm a pro, motherfuckers let me do it, let me do it To the left, one, two, three, move it, whoo Off beat, uh, yeah, watch my feet, yeah, whoo I'm bout to just go lose it, uh Like somebody slippin' x in my juices, uh And now I'm dancin' like I'm under the influence Shake my ass, I don't owe you no excuses, ooh No, n-no, n-no, I didn't, uh See my jeans fittin', let me take you from your bitches, whoo Furs and cars, it make me no difference Independent woman but I still spend your riches What you got, I got the club so hot, so hot And they strippin' from the boxers to the socks, uh I'm in the corner cos I like to look a lot, uh I like to see what's hot then let me go to marry it If you chillin' in New York, drop the bomb on it Livin' in LA, drop the bomb on it Wildin' in DC, drop the bomb on it You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it If you're ridin' in Detroit, drop the bomb on it Cadillac-ey too, drop the bomb on it ATL, dirty, drop the bomb on it You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it Yeah, uh, go head and drop the bomb on me Call 9, 1, 1, this a crime on me, uh The flow that I throw be hard to follow From ? ? straight to Chicago, yeah, ooh I love the way the track sittin', yeah Me and Timothy, whoo, la, good rhythms Easy on the beat, whoo, la, you didn't, uh, uh Slidin' in my slips like I'm Rick James' freak, freak I'm havin' fun with ya son, uh Ain't twenty-one, tell 'em don't need to come, uh Way too young to get the taste of yum yum I'm way too drunk off Bacardi and rum, uh Don't act dumb, drop it where you from Rich or bum, it don't mean nothing, whoo You need this heat cos the track overdone, uh Radio drop the bomb on this one, whoo If you from Miami, drop the bomb on it From Louisville, drop the bomb on it Vacation in VA, drop the bomb on it You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it If you live in Las Vegas, drop the bomb on it Or chillin' in Philly, drop the bomb on it New Jersey, Brits, drop the bomb on it You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it Ring the alarm, somebody dropping by, whoa, yay, whoo ? ? I'm a park it in valet, uh Let my ass shake like a truck on the highway, uh Stayin' on my toes like I been doing ballet And if it snows I'm going back to Cali, uh No, n-no, n-no you didn't, uh Put the track on, nigga, stop that bullshittin', uh Ain't got no time, need a track that's hittin' And if it's hittin', here's a bomb for your listen, ooh If you live in Alabama, drop the bomb on it Stay in Mississippi, drop the bomb on it Chill in Ohio, drop the bomb on it You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it If you live in Texas, drop the bomb on it From Mexico, drop the bomb on it People everywhere, drop the bomb on it, come on You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it ************************************************** Religious Blessings - Outro[Outro: Missy Elliott] Been 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 We 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 2000, you know there's one higher than us And I come to be that too, to tell you, in God we must trust Love you... ************************************************** Shake thatI see you got low And you got plenty more to show, go Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Go, like you tryna win a contest for sure Oh, I'mma show you how to shake it How the booty shake Show you how to shake it See the booty shake See the booty shake Like an earthquake There is no escape When I shake it in your face Now don't you wanna tape A booty shakin' on your tape? So show it to your boys and See the look on all they face I move it to the left Move it to the right Double time, double time, all right Show 'em what they like Look at it, look at it Slow motion, freeze Stop for the camera Paparazzi wanna see Cheese Hello, hey how you doin'? I shake it like this Now let me see if you can do it Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop it on the one Shake, shake, shake, shake They faces all stunned If you got it, got it, got it Then move if kinda fast If the boys all dance While they tryna make a pass Whistle while you work Go 'head do your dirt Even if you like to flirt Lift up your skirts Then turn 'em out One leg girl Go 'head shake it out I see you got low And you got plenty more to show, go Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Go, like you tryna win a contest for sure Oh, I'mma show you how to shake it Show you how to shake it Show you how to shake it Let you see the booty shakin' Now when I walk through the the door, door Step aside, side With thighs like fries we gonna size a supersize Do milkshake go with that shake? It sure do baby Do milkshake go with that shake? Uh huh Now first you bend over Put your hands on your hips Then you make a stank face Then go on and let it whip Whip it like moms Witcha witcha back then Then catch your breaf and then start it up again One minute, two minute, three minute stop Erybody drop like their have from the cops Ayyo, there will be no fights Though got a club, we ain't turnin' on the lights Sally got a big old donkey Oh yeah And Missy got a big old donkey Oh yeah I see you got low And you got plenty more to show, go Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Go, like you tryna win a contest for sure Oh, I'mma show you how to shake it How the booty shake Show you how to shake it Let you see the booty shake See I was sitting in the lounge With my tight skirt on And like a 3-D movie He was watchin' the thong All up in my grill So he asked could he tag it Two-timing from an ish like maggots He tryin' to spit the game What he had to say Has anybody ever told you you look like Beyonce? OK lil' boy want to boost my esteem I said you need a rehab 'Cause you look like a fiend Don't want to start a scene I ain't tryin' to be mean And even if you spend your green You ain't get in between 'Cause this here queen Keep on looking for clean And like a diamond ring bling See who wants get the wet dream I see you got low And you got plenty more to show, go Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Shake it like a pom pom, like a pom pom Go, like you tryna win a contest for sure Oh, I'mma show you how to shake it How the booty shakin' Show you how to shake it Let you see the booty shakin' ************************************************** Lick Shots - OriginalUgh, ay yo Timberland, see what they don't understand Is we about to flip our whole style on 'em for two double zero one, one And for those of you who hated, you only made us more creative Misdemeanor ugh You don't wanna speak my name Mess around get that ass blown away Fool gone away I didn't even like your tail anyway Missy got somethin' to say I ride down the block in an escalade Bling, bling all in your face I think you might need to put on your shades I know you feel me tho You hatin' on me, but you hear me tho Twenty inch rims sittin' crazy low I'm a keep the party live Me and Timberland gonna flip it tonight Keep yo hands in the sky Wave 'em round like your crazy high Time to lick shots, time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin' Time to lick shots, time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin' You know who I be You mammy tell you not to fuck wit me If I give you head, you'll never leave Stop sweatin' me Flip it on the black hand side Look it here boy, don't you even try it Make me dislocate your spine My rings put your shine like turpentine What you comin' around hang out fo? Baby him know, you just want my dough Get cha black ass on the flo Fool touch me, that's a no no Mr. DJ won't you play that song Tell the freaks shake they nasty thongs Hey boys won't you sing along 'Cause we gone rock the party til' the early morn Time to lick shots, time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin' Time to lick shots, time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin' Y'all don't hear me Hot You got your guns but you don't scare me Originality is leary, my only style and I ain't sharin' Back up, back up, easy now Hey Y'all Hot Let's turn it up and tear the club down Grab your drinks and give me two rounds I'll break you off I'm goin' down down Watch yourself, I'm about to turn it up Time to lick shots, time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin' Time to lick shots, time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin' Listen, listen Time to lick shots, time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin' Time to lick shots, time to see you dance Hey you, why you frontin' ************************************************** Tush[ Missy Elliott] This that fire! Ghostface and Missy [Ghostface Killah] Somebody tell that girl that her ass too big I give it to her right and she let me live Can't eat that, 'cause there's no relationship I beat that, the next day you called in sick Frontin', not for nothin', I pop buttons Off Baby Phat, Levi's, J.Lo's, Guess and Gap Cause it's like that, young lady, bet I make you shake Like the Puffy and Jay-Z's, Dre's and J.D.'s Come on, if not you, I'ma beat this song But if you were bout it, our business wouldn't be here this long Let me break it down for you, all I wanted to know If I could just feel it and touch it, and break it down into numbers and Come with me and just leave your friends Cause we don't need no cock blocking Tellin' you this without no option Tell your friends "Peace, look, I'm bouncin'" [Chorus: Missy Elliott (Ghostface Killah)] Tush, tush, tush Want to slide in the bush, bush, bush? (I'm on top, you like push, push, push Keep it low like shush, shush, shush) You want to get up in my tush, tush, tush? You could slide in the bush, bush, bush (I'm on top, you like push, push, push Keep it low like shush, shush, shush) You want to get up in that tush, tush, tush? Want to slide in my bush, bush, bush (I'm on top, you like push, push, push Keep it low like shush, shush, shush) [Ghostface Killah] Oh yeah, you jinglin' baby (well let me jump up on that ding-a-ling baby) Ooh, gosh, you a nasty girl, sassy Picture me layin' you inside my classic pearls Toes'll curl, giddy up, you go girl I'm about to, uh, do it slow girl Ooh, you in control, it's in your world She on, I think I like ol' girl Take it out, turn around Charlie horse, shit, threw me off balance Wildin', all I wanted was to show you my talent To let you know on how I rep in Staten Island This is the reason I came to you So we can connect it then kick it was the thing to do Cause we don't need no representation Domination, got them waitin' patient [Ghostface Killah] Now this is the way y'all suppose to To get down, y'all ain't right Somebody say "Aha! Ghost is back!" [Missy Elliott] Pull back the curtain, let me work your sermon Playboy don't hurt me like a virgin You seem real determined to put a hurtin' But if you ain't slurpin', then you better off jerkin' You got a lot of nerve, to want to serve my curves My 36D, 36 hips The way I shoot the gift, I swallow coke bottles And you would swear it was Lil' Kim lips Eh, I really like you baby Do you know how to wife this lady? Give me what I want, don't talk, don't touch Unless you got a bank account that make my face blush Now shush, in my bush And I can give you what you want, make a whoosh Just throw it, I'll show you how to push Kinky sex, tie ropes around your wrist Come on [Chorus] [Missy Elliott] Come on Come on Oh Come on! ************************************************** We Run This (Promo Only clean edit)My style can't be duplicated or recycled This chick is a sick individual Sick tape, volume 2! Believe it! Oh! Oh! Let me switch up the game I drink that cognac yeah, step back cuz I might put it on ya I go deep so deep, til you sleep, count sheep wake ya up from fucking all week You don't want me to show ya how freak bitch act when I ain't soba One of em, tore up, sho nuff. I ain't scared to take it off, tell em' free to take it off Tipsy and it feel good, black dudes got big woods. Into it, I do it, I did it If you really, really want it then nigga stop frontin Hey, boy you know I'm your type, 5'2 and wear my jeans real tight My curves, they swerve, so superb, my word is my word and I came to serve Chorus: We run this, we run this, we run this, ugh! ugh! oh! It don't matter where you from, it's where you at and if you came to freak-a-leak better bring your hat snicka! East coast, west coast, down south, represent your coast Yeah we run it, yeah we run it, y'all don't want it cuz my coast run it Oh! We run this shit, we run this shit! Wanna pull my hair, break my back? Put it right money might sit in your lap back to back I can't even keep track It's a fact the freaks love to get slapped Suck my toes and in the back rub I don't come to do it, I just wanna be touched Look at how y'all makin me blush, some enough to go around so groupie don't push Wanna run that tush in the bush Don't my diamonds look real good? and they shine so hard that he glittas, so many karots they look like crittas And we can do it all night, take a flashlight to see up in my windpipe. I like to keep a nigga hype I wanna know can you handle my mic (Chorus) Any hustla's in the party y'all? Hell ya! If you's a pimp let me see ya party on, Hell ya! Oh, strippas take yo clothes off, Hell ya! Y'all superstars y'all don't need no bodyguards, Hell ya! Nigga I bow guard, alotta rappers fake way to hard Pull up to the club in a rental car Where the freaks at, freaks at da bar where da hard drinks are Don't start! If you don't want beef don't take it that far, wit a superstar I got my foot on the clutch, see me bounce my butt, misdemeanor too much and I don't give a fuck! We run this, we run this, we run this. ugh! ugh! oh! It don't matter where you from, it's where you at and if you came to freak-a-leak better bring your hat snicka! We run this, we run this, we run this. ugh! ugh! oh! Represent your coast and act like ya know, know how to act fore' you step your two feet in the door! ************************************************** Stay In Love (Crazy Feelings)[Verse 1: Missy] I was in love And that's what it was when I met you In love And no one could ever talk 'bout you But it sucks So many lies and alibis In our love (yeah, mmm, uh, so I, mmm) [Chorus] Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you [Verse 2: 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 [Chorus] Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you [Bridge: 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 [Chorus] Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you [Chorus] Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you ************************************************** Talk That Shit[Intro: Timbaland & T-Pain] They can talk that shit, they can talk that shit They can talk that shit, they can talk that shit They can talk that shit, they can talk that shit They can talk that shit, they can talk that shit [Verse 1: Timbaland] Baby girl you saw I'm a don, let's get on one accord If you misunderstanding me check me out on Forbes And I got a Maybach, with the partition And they call it Flat head baby, flat baby the new edition It's Timbaland man beats that make you bump that Over a Mill on my debit card, believe that Wanna hurt a nice top, I'm talking implant Bout to cop a nice watch, I'm talking Rembrandt I've been around world so much I think I'm Omar I met that [?], you the golden arch Yeah I talk shit, nigga that deed shit I bought a yacht just to see if I would get seasick So why you fronting for, when you ain't got that I got a Bugatti Zana, bitch you ain't got that Homey your money's too young, you need to go to bed It's grown man over here, nigga we talk that [Chorus: T-Pain] Hey Shorty what you looking for, I bet I got it here I'm in a Maybach, he in the cavalier Now you can only talk cash here if you got cash Let's have a conversation, we can talk about that And I'ma talk, talk, talk, talk And I'ma talk, talk, talk, talk Now go and give me 50 because when I talk that spitting If the haters keep hating, I'm a have to come and talk that shit [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] Oh you think you cute huh, got a lot of money, huh I'm filthy rich and you can call me Donald Trump, huh I got big bank, I'm talking big bucks And I bought a Phantom to see how the back doors open up Missy E on the track, I'ma make you bump that I got the new Ferrari shorty you ain't got that I got them whips that so sick when I spit them hating chicks Wanna know how much I get two hundred grand and eat Doritos chips Been around the world so much I'm like Obama And I got a vacation spot in the Bahamas Yeah, I talk shit, talking 'bout that deep shit I call the DJ's up and tell them: "go and leak this" Cause I got that cash, I got that dough I make my money money grow, so I'm never broke You wanna know much it costs to get a Tim track Man you can't afford that [Chorus: T-Pain] Hey Shorty what you looking for, I bet I got it here I'm in a Maybach, he in the cavalier Now you can only talk cash here if you got cash Let's have a conversation, we can talk about that I'ma talk, talk, talk, talk And I'ma talk, talk, talk, talk Now go and give me 50 because when I talk that splitting If the haters keep hating, I'm a have to come and talk that shit [Verse 3: Missy Elliot] They call me Missy E., I got a lotta cheese And you're a Nickel Bag shorty, I'm a Dime Piece Don't you see the [?], got dough up everywhere And the Lamborghini doors that go up in the air Man look at this, I got the Bentley whip I drive the sickest Benz, boy I make them haters sick You I got it, I get it, I be the richest in the city Talking more shit than you see up in the toilet Man, you's a hater, I got the big house with the elevator See the way you sit on it, 12 big acres I rent movies for my movie theater Now what you talking 'bout, bitch you ain't got that I got the credit card that call a bill a jet lag See the way the hater talk, a Missy don't care I be your a milli, a milli, I'm a millionaire [Chorus: T-Pain] Hey Shorty what you looking for, I bet I got it here I'm in a Maybach, you in the cavalier Now you can only talk cash here if you got cash Let's have a conversation, we can talk about that And I'ma talk, talk, talk, talk And I'ma talk, talk, talk, talk Now go and give me 50 figures when I talk that spitting If the haters keep hating, I'm a have to come and talk that shit ************************************************** All 4 U[Intro: Missy Elliot] Sexy! Rah! We gon' keep it sexy y'all You dig? Ha! Oooh... Let's go! [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] Baby what's up with you tonight You wanna get busy I can read your mind Baby, I can see you looking Pour some champagne and you might get lucky Touch on me, touch on me, gimme gimme honey I don't want ya, want ya money I just want you get on me (come on!) I've been checking you from across the room Money ain't a thing baby, what it do Ain't no need to keep on waiting (yah!) Tell them other bitches they can keep on hatin' It's you that I want and I want what I want And I get it, get it, get it, get it, get it [Chorus: Missy Elliot] It's all for you Don't you turn it down Til I show you my move You won't be disappointed (I like this!) Hey there shorty let me get that thang Let's see how long that thing hang [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Okay Missy, uhhhhm I know what you're looking for Got you butt naked in the condo cooking for A nigga like Weezy, please say the baby And just like I'm begging I please all the ladies Ease off the Richtor Scale, lil 'girl Make you feel it in your pussy to your fuckin' fingernails I'm a beast with it baby, you ever had it beasted? Leave that thing pink like Easter Kiss ya on each of ya lips, yep all four of 'em Dammn, shawty just won't let go of 'em She gon' need more of 'em, I leave that thing wetter I beat that thing up and then I kiss it 'till it's better ************************************************** Watcha Gonna DoI be dippin' in clubs, girls screamin', "Do you want it Timb?" Nigga, playa hater sayin', "Who the hell is him?" I'm in the back, gleamin' from all that virgin gem Keep a bunch of pretty models surroundin' Timb I'm over capac'y when it come to makin' them beats Me and Missy makin' y'all, move y'all feets Makin' y'all dance and tango, make y'all legs get weak That's only 'cause we drop a bunch of heat That's watcha gonna expect, comin' from my crew Bunch of dope beats, and a bunch of dope lyrics too I know that's too much for you to handle dude Now ask yourself what Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? When they come in the spot, dem wanna jock Dem nasty boy lookin' around, with big cocks Them girls be plottin' on how to get the rocks So I beat that ass to the ground like I'm the cops What they gon' say? Don't wan' play Get 'em in the club, ahh, smokin' on hay When I'm in my ride, people walkin' by Pistol by my side, in case dem wan' try Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? I be gettin' in girls clothes, make 'em buy my whole wardrobe Better get all my dough, pluckin' the hair in my nose It's official I'm a pimp, 'cause my name glows And I'm back to the Yugos Talkin' that junk, you get buried You don't wanna end up in the cemetery Me and Timbaland got tracks that will kill you In the other hand I got gats that will peel you Watcha gon' say? Watcha gon' do? When I'm in the club, comin' for you I'm just a smooth motherfucker Watcha gon' say? Watcha gon' do? When I'm in the club, and I'm comin' for you I'm just a smooth motherfukcer Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do? ************************************************** Toyz Interlude(Moter Running) Missy: (sigh) (Bell Rings) Missy: Lemme run up in this Pleasure Word get me some toys Throw on this bald cap too so these mothafucka's won't know who I am (Whistling) Woman: This Sha Shay, Welcome to Pleasure World, may I help you find suttin'? Missy: Hi, Umm Yeah, I was wonderin' if you carried the Tidal Waves, Butterflies, Bullets, Rabbits, Garold G-Spot, and Mega Blasters Woman: Well we got all the rest of that stuff, but the Mega Blasters We are clean out of Mega Blasters Heather Hunter just came in here and brought the last ten Don't ask me what she doin' with ten of em' But she came in here and brought the last ten Mmmm Hmmmm...... Missy: Awww Damn, Ten Woman: Yeah Missy: OK. Ummm, Well Lemme Get.... Woman: Wha-, Wha-, Wha-, Wha-... Hold Up, You-...You Missy Elliot? Cuz you look juss like Missy Elliot You Missy Elliot? Missy: Nah, Nah, Nah, Chill, Chill Woman: Nah, Nah, ya'll got them same teeth Same lips, same hoop earrings You Missy Elliot ain't cha? I ain't gon' tell nobody you in here girl! Antonio, don't this look like Missy Elliot? Antonio: Huh? Woman: Come here, come here! Antonio: Daaaaaamn! This Missy Elliot! Woman: I Told Ya! I Told Ya! Antonio: Oh Shit! Can I get an autograph? Woman: (screams) Missy: Awww, Man! Antonio: Come on, Come on Take a picture by the Tidal Waves! (Camera Flashes) Antonio: Come on, look up, look up Yeah, Yeah, You cool as shit man! Woman: Yeah! Look, thanks for shoppin' at Pleasure World and don't forget yo bag of TOYYYYYZZZZZZZZ! ************************************************** Swat Dat FlySwat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Yup just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat that that Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Don't come around here you don't want no problems This the kinda beat biters wanna borrow Superman ain't even got these kinda powers Make a hottest rapper rap sound wack and sour ?? like flowers got me ?? I can kick a freestlye all the way till tomorrow Call me a chubby chick slim my narrow Better aim for ya brains like a bow and arrow Freshly dressed see me apparel My dimonds come down like an April shower Sing my raps like a Christmas carol Tongue shoot bullets from a head of a barrel I got a clean version for the kids ?? More controversy than a 50 in jail Before you wanna battle better throw in ya towel Not my goodies better go to Ciara Swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Yup just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat that that Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat dat fly I rock mics rhymes tight I just might Change music ya'll fools ya'll lose sight I make records and breakin' records while ya'll bite Oh yeah you messin' wit the M to the I My karats so bright they make light For no price you try Miss you lose life This flight is first class I must fly Lambos and ?? whips I gotta buy Oh my my my I multiply My dimonds come down like an April shower Sing my raps like a Christmas carol Tongue shoot bullets from a head of a barrel I got a clean version for the kids ?? More controversy than a 50 in jail Before you wanna battle better throw in ya towel Not my goodies better go to Ciara Swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Yup just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat that that Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat that fly Swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Yup just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat that that Go head and just swat Swat dat fly Go head and just swat Swat dat fly ************************************************** One Minute Man(Video)[Missy] Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand I don't want no minute man Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH Ohh, ohh.. Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH Ohh, ohh.. [Missy] Boy I'ma make you love me, make you want me And I'ma give you some attention, tonight Now follow my intuitions, what you're wishin' See I'ma keep you up all night, for a long time So start countin' away [Chorus] Break me off, show me what you got Cause I don't want, no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got Cause I don't want, no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got Cause I don't want, no one minute man Break me off, show me what you got Cause I don't want, no.. [Missy] Tonight I'ma give it to you, do it to you I want you to come prepared, ohhh yeah (oh yes) Boy it's been a long time, a crazy long time And I don't want no minute man, and that's real Give it to me [Chorus] [Ludacris] Yeah, uhh, uhh It's time to set yo' clock back bout as long as you can I stop daylight, it's Ludacris the maintenance man Get your oil changed, I check fluids and transmission You one minute FOOLS, you wonder why y'all missin On the back of milk cartons and there's no reward No regards, close but it's no cigar A hard head make a soft ass, but a hard dick make the sex last I jump in pools and make a big splash Water overflowin, so get your head right It's all in yo' mind punk so keep your head tight Enough with tips and advice and thangs I'm big dog, havin women seein stripes and thangs They go to sleep, start snorin, countin sheep and shit They so wet, that they body start to leak and shit Just cause I'm an ALL-nighter, shoot ALL fire Ludacris, balance and rotate ALL tires [Missy] Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need, I can't stand no minute man I don't want no minute man Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand I don't want no minute man [Trina] Uh, uh You know lil' mama ain't with that quick shit You better break me off stiff tongue or stiff dick One minute, two minutes, three minutes Hell naw, to please me you gotta sleep in it I see you talk a good game and you play hard But if I put this thing on ya, can you stay hard? If not, you better keep your day job Cause I'm looking for a man to make me say God (GOD!) I'm off glass and you know this I'll work your ass out like aerobics So baby stay focused Start off slow and then speed it up Baby show me what you got, is you a G or what? If you can't beat it up then eat it up Put a cherry on top, whip cream it up, What? [Missy](Trina) Break me off, break-break me off Break-break me off Show me what you got (What?) Break me off, show me what you got (What?) Break me off, show me what you got Break-break me off, break-break me off ************************************************** Izzy izzy ahh - amended versionI 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 chicks 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 comin' for your ass in a min, seconds or hours Everything I do seem to bloom like flowers, I cruise these beets like I'm drivin' Eddie Bauer, some of ya'll MC's mad I got the power I hit you with the pll pmm uhh Take that, niggas 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 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 M-A to the G double O my man Moe, smooth like Joe Timberland where you get the doe I'ma get my niggas Niggas go and get ya hoes Flows to me, 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 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 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 You never heard beats like this before When me and timberland walk throught the door Our style be tighter then before You like our steelo You never heard beats like this before When me and timberland walk through the door Our style be tighter then before You like our steelo Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay 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 Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah Hard bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah Zizah zizah zizah ************************************************** Don’t Be Comin’ (In My Face)[Verse 1] You never know a good thing till I'm gone You'll be spending many many nights home alone You won't be seeing me around your way No No And if you don't get it together Baby I can't stay [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] 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 seeing me Anymore No, no Cause when I'm long, long gone I won't be back in this door [Hook] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 4] 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 ************************************************** Bad Man (Diplo remix)[Intro: Vybz Kartel] Yo, what some more feel like Dem know seh when dem see Missy Elliott and Vybz Kartel Dem career nuh start well, gunshot send dem to hell, forty five askel [Missy Elliott] WOO!!! HA!!!! Sak Passe?!!! WOO WOO WOO WOO!!! HA!!! AHHH!!!!! [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] What dem do dem rude badman (Badman) Dem nuh want mi shoot badman (Badman) Tell dem, dem be one dead man (Badman) If dem (?) boy play badman Smash di place, smash di place, smash di place, smash di place (WOO!!!) Smash di place, smash di place, smash di place, smash di place (HA!!!) What dem do dem rude bad gal (Bad gal) Dem get shot dem play bad gal (Bad gal) Body drop dem not bad gall (WOO!!!) When dem stop gimme pop bad girl (HA!!!!) Knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out Knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out [Bridge: Missy Elliott] Drums!!!! WOO!!! Drums!!! [Verse 2: Vybz Kartel (Missy Elliott)] Like a nozzle plus a hippie, yeah, Vybz Kartel and Missy, yeah Playa hater punk a get kicked until dem dizzy If yuh real badman nuh fraid fi buss gun (WOO!!!) When mi a come up don't stand up just run Mi mek blood stain fi get a custom (BLOCKA BLOCKA!!!!) First serve to first come (HA!!!!) AK rifle this mi long gun Magnum four four caliber mi hand gun One shot shift dock couple plane land down (HA!!!!) Bulletproof buss up like a condom General real badman, we a di general real badman Decorated with hearts of metal, we have a hand that's made of metal General real badman, we a di general real badman Decorated with hearts of metal, we have a hand that's made of metal [Bridge: Missy Elliott (Vybz Kartel)] Yes! Smash di place, smash di place, WOO!!! (Forty five askel) [Verse 3: M.I.A. (Missy Elliott)] (Ho!) Some bad mi nuh like to play Dem nuh worry mi when they say They nuh like mi mi nuh like they I be wilder than Tim McVeigh Fuck 'em all and that's what I say Now I see that it ain't easy Everyone plays a part in our day Humpty Dumpty we need every piece play Some people are rude on the low though They gonna get shook to the floor (WOO!!!) Some people are rude on the low though They gonna get hurt lot more (Yes) Some people are rude on the low though Gonna get hit to the floor (Drums!!!) [Bridge: Missy Elliott] HA!!! Fire baby!!! [Outro: Missy Elliott] Dem nuh want test I dem die, bwoy mi know I dem try Smash it up see mi nickel plated nine Buck dem buck dem straight to mi eye Buck dem down, buck dem down... ************************************************** Wake Up (Ratatat remix)[Missy Elliott] Eh yo Hov, tell em, hip hop betta wake up [Jay-Z] Yeah, turn the muhfuckin music up Yeah, turn the muhfuckin music up [Verse 1 Missy Elliott] Motherfuckers betta wake up, stop sellin crack to the blacks Hope you bought a spare for your flat Can't accept me talkin real facts Down the hill like jill and jack, i speak what yah weak mind lacks Yah heard that I'm creative to the fullest what you talkin bout Willis cause your talkin Never kill it I hear but don't feel it thou ain't realest Yah just sweet meat in the in the village Yeah im a down diva done niva Ya'll not xena heat'll sqeeze into a wife beater Yep im a top leader I got the Martin Luther King fever, ima feed yah what yah teacher need to preach yah Its time to get seious Black people all areas who gon' carry us it ain't time to bury us Cause music be our first love, say i do lets cherish it [Chorus] If you dont gotta gun (its alright) If yah makin legal money, (its alright) If you gotta keep yah clothes on, (its alright) You ain't gotta cellular phone, (its alright) And yah wheels dont spin, (its alright) And you gotta wear them jeans again, (its alright) Yeah if you tried oh well, (its alright) MC's stop the beef lets sell, (its alright) [Verse 2 Missy Elliott] Hip hop betta wake up, the bed to make up Some of ya'll be faker than a drag in make-up Got issues to take up before we break up Like Electra let go miss Anita Baker I love Jacobs, but jewelry won't fix my place up Gotta stay up, studio nice to cake up Now check my flava, rich folks is now my neighbors I got cable, and checkout hot imade my paper Hip hop don't stop be my lifesaver Like Kobe and Shaq if they left Lakers And like a elevator dj on a cross fader Black people wake up or see yah ass lata [Chorus] [Verse 3 Jay-Z (Missy Elliott)] I need rims that dont listen and a boomin system First piece of change i see im gon' get one 7 45 no license to drive I ain't even gotta home i gots to live in my ride, fuck it (Rewind) I can hear myself but i can't feel myself I wanna feel myself like Tweet 7 45 no license to drive I ain't even gotta home i gots to live in my ride, fuck it Couple of karats in my ear won't hurt Need a nice chain layin on this thousand $ shirt Evisujeans cover the rectum i kick game just like david beckham Anybody in my way i wet them Ima be this way until the cops come catch em To detective sketch em on the sidewalk wit chalk New Yorks infections Till i got taught a lesson Couple niggas gone couple in correction Hillary got ten todd got fifteen nigga even my kin Got 5 years bringin 19 in, i just think i used to think like them Now they gotta live through the pictures that i send em in the pen Hope you dont start yah life where i end WAKE UP [x15] [Chorus] ************************************************** 9th Inning - With Timbaland(Intro - Timbaland) Yeah, yeah, check this (1st Verse - Missy Elliot) Now I'm in the 9th inning Thought I fell off ain't quite finished Yeah I'm 'bout to put my foot in it Talk with it, walk with it, I'm no gimmick 2012 there'll be no games Real rap, real pause, I'm not playing Haters you all lame, you ain't miss a thing I'm a beast in the booth, I'm just saying I make 'em wanna get low Duck with it, buck with it, let's go Every time I spit a rhyme it's a sick flow You newcomers better sit back and take note This here my time. Here I come, better run take what's mine About to let off like a tech nine This rhyme gon' make 'em push rewind Yeah I'm so hot Up on the charts, number one spot See me when I drop and I won't flop Missy never stop got the music game on lock When I get served You third, you second but I come first Flip my verse like I flip birds I'm fine, Yes Sir (Chorus) We hitmakin', hitbreakin', party shakin', innovating Groundbreakin', sole creatin'. We be the most anticipated Hitmakin', hitbreakin', party shakin', innovating Groundbreakin', sole creatin'. We be the most anticipated (2nd Verse - Timbaland) Now I'm in the 9th inning N***** think I fail when I'm still winnin' So I've been gone for a hot minute I love this shit, that's why I gotta gift in it F*** n***** get fly N**** can't talk with a gun in his mouth N****s b**** up and they run in their house I can smell bulls*** when they walk by Heard that old saying yo "Never ever cross a one day, give ya most" Never ever act funny for the white folk I'm a big fish remember you a tadpole I like Lady Gaga. Why you let a n**** do your whole album? Where you think that fake producer got ya style from?! Come f*** with a n****, watch the outcome Ain't no real artists Wack talent get in, real starvin' All you hear in music is a chorus Well that's okay Timmy back in the story (Chorus) (During Chorus - Missy Elliot) Y'all can't be serious We break records, I done told y'all How many of y'all got a catalogue this long? Don't worry, I'll wait! (3rd Verse - Missy Elliot) Down to the 9th inning I'm the real deal, y'all pretendin' Years later my songs still spinnin' I do record deals no less than ten milli My hits be yay long My songs go on like a marathon Get ghost, get gone, you a dum-dum Better round here, come on biters like a python When I act fly When I act like you better than a M-I Shakin' em, bakin' em all like a bean pie Takin' em, burnin' em down like I'm left Left Eye Futuristic Y'all can pack it up, I done ripped it When you say my name call me Miss Bitch I make the next chick run to the exit Yeah I got a Sixth Sense I'm makin' this a movie like a Netflix I'm on the guest list, on the check list I'm the flyest chick, now tell me who the best is?! Elliot be the name Elliot back in the game Elliot hit 'em with a BANG! Bring the hook back in Timbaland (Chorus) (Missy Elliot during chorus) Did y'all forget?! I think they forgot! They think we done All we do is make hits?! (Outro - Missy Elliot) And if you want a hit? Maybe we'll return your call Don't call collect (Operator Voice) You have a collect call from... (Dial Tone) ************************************************** Act A Fool[Intro] This is, an exclusive Suckas... Let's go! [Verse 1] We don't stop till we done with it, done with it We gon' come and have fun with it, fun with it Tonight we goin' ghetto, whaaat! Get a drink-drink in our cups Go ahead let me see that donkey Watch me I'ma show my monkey Say we gon' turn that party down, we gon' turn that party down Let me see all the ladies with the real hair Let me see all the ladies with the fake hair It don't matter if you're short or taller Hands up if you're looking for a baller Hands up if you're looking for a baller Show your number payboy gonna call her Cause You got that, and we want that Dat, dat, dat, dat, dat, dat, dat, dat, dat [Chorus] Tonight we find that, act a fool Give up while I'm all on you Like when you touch all my body Like when you touch all my body (yeah!) Come and dance with me tonight Promise I got what you like Like when you touch all my body Bu, bu, bu, bu, bu body (c'mon) [Verse 2] Hey shorty where you live (L.A!) Hey shorty where you from (V.A!) Where da get it crack, cracking (New York!) Where to get it pop, poppin' (D.C!) Miami, Orleans, Atlanta, wave your bandannas, hey We be flossing everyday We be flossing everyday Well this one for my fellas in the whips Drop top sounds system in the whips For when ya down go turn it up Boom, boom, boom let it thump in the truck We gon get drunk till we bend out the slums See the girls moving they lump diddy lumps Pop that, pop that, we gone rock that Mr. DJ, could you bring the hook back [Chorus] Tonight we find that, act a fool Give up while I'm all on you Like when you touch all my body Like when you touch all my body Come and dance with me tonight Promise I got what you like Like when you touch all my body Bu, bu, bu, bu, bu body (woop woop) [Verse 3] Pull over, my ass to fat Your bitch wanna be like me, too bad Can't be me i'm supa dupa Bet a 100 dollars, ain't a bitch cuter Bet a 100 dollars, ain't a bitch cuter Bet a 100 dollars, ain't a bitch cuter We gon turn that party down We gon turn that party down. (let's go!) Tonight we gon turn the party down Ladies squat down, turn around We gon show you how to do the duck walk Walk that walk, gon' talk that talk Dusk till dark we gon let the blunt spark Let the blunt spark till dusk till dark We gon, we gon, light it up We gon, we gon, light it up. (yes!) [Chorus] Tonight we find that, act a fool Give up while I'm all on you Like when you touch all my body Like when you touch all my body Come and dance with me tonight Promise I got what you like Like when you touch all my body Bu, bu, bu, bu, bu body ************************************************** 4 My People (Basement Jaxx Vocal Remix)Yall get that Yall get that Yall get that Y'all im on fire Get that Get that y'all im on fire The parties jumping Get that Get it right Y'all im on fire Yo, this is for my mother f*cking clubs, y'all feel me People, gangsters an hips, and people smokin that lethal reefa Smokin the club, speakers are hissin, bassin We dont, need anythin, droppin, leave us, sweat till i catch it People, call me the fearless diva, y'all im on fire People, go in and drink up, get in the club, get f*cked up See me, ya got it, look up, someone to touch it, what about, show me some love, strip off your clothes, and take off your socks The parties jumpin I see something fine Boy i wanna kiss you But im just too shy Let me dance with you Let me wear you out Cos tha grassa always due Lets go exit out The musics banging, way down in my soul When u dance behind me I lose all control Let my cry my hips Let me move my waste Let the music come home And take my breath away This is for my people My (what) my party people This is for my people My mother f*cking people, come on Get down Get get get on down Come on Get down Get get get on down This is for my people My (what) my party people This is for my people My ecstasy'ing people, come on Get down Get get get on down Come on Get down Get get get on down I'm at the bar now And im buying drinks And i got this feeling And its all over me I wanna dance with you And lick your face Let me on the dance floor This face is ecstasy The body's right now And i'm about to score Mr dj can you, play this joint once more Cos i see the man i want I want it right away I lick him right in his face And say dance with me This is for my people My (what) my party people This is for my people My mother f*cking people, come on Get down Get get get on down Come on Get down Get get get on down This is for my people My (what) my party people This is for my people My ecstasy'ing people, come on Get down Get get get on down Come on Get down Get get get on down Freak that (x12) Come here baby Grab me from the back Baby you the mack And you know that Gonna another track Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back Oh freak that Come here baby Grab me from the back Baby you the mack And you know that Gonna another track Skip that, flip that, bring the beat back Can't stand When a nigga f*ckin up my plans All night lickin when we tryin to dance Drunk and his breath stinks Gettin freaky with his hands Cocky with his mouth Like he got a friend Can't stand Wanna bitch, y'all on my side I don't even know and she all up in my life Givin me the side eye Like she wanna fly ie Feel me over bitch, better get it right Can't stand When a nigga f*cking up the song Im just tryin to shake my ass all night long Cuttin up the same shit all night long I forgot that all my titties gone Can't stand When it ain't jumpin like i want Ya'll just tryin to stop my fun Take away my blunt I don't give a f*ck Ain't gonna take away my fun Seeing when this shit is over, we gonna run This is for my people My (what) my party people This is for my people My mother f*cking people, come on Get down Get get get on down Come on Get down Get get get on down This is for my people My (what) my party people This is for my people My ecstasy'ing people, come on Get down Get get get on down Come on Get down Get get get on down Yah, get it right Get that Y'all im on fire Get that Get that The parties jumpin Get that Y'all im on fire Get that The parties jumpin Get that Get that Get it right Get that Get that ************************************************** Hot Boyz (amended version)[Missy] This is for my ghetto motherfuckers Uh hey, are you really a hot boy? Oh, check me [Lil' Mo] What's your name, cause I'm impressed Can you treat me good, I won't settle for less You a hot boy, a rock boy A fun toy, tote a Glock boy Where you live, is it by yourself Can I move wit?you, do you need some help I cook boy, I'll give you more I'mma fly girl, and I like those [Missy & Lil' Mo] Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin?Lexus jeeps And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin?cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin?Jaguars And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin?hardballs wit?them Platinum Visa's [Lil' Mo] Is that your car, the SK-8 Are you riding alone, can I be your date Come get me, gimmie, don't dis me, don't trick me Got some friends, can they come too Can you hook them up wit?some boyz like you A hot boy, a rock boy, on top boy And I like those [Missy & Lil' Mo] Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin?Lexus jeeps And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin?cheaper, wit' them Platinum Visa's Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin?Jaguars And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin?hardball wit?them Platinum Visa's [Missy] Yo, I'mma dig in yo' pockets Dig in yo' wallets Is there money unfounded Yeah, you got my heart poundin?You a hot boy, drive a drop boy With alot boy, and you tote a Glock boy Give me no reason, I know that you treatin?These diamonds I抦 needin? make you believe it I want alot boy, with a hot boy Got a fun toy and you tote a Glock boy [Missy & Lil' Mo'] Hot boy Baby you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin?you like endlessly (Everyday all day) Hot boy Baby you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin?you like endlessly (Oh, yes I will) [Missy] Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps And the Lincoln jeeps, and the Bentley's And the Jaguars, and the fly cars Where you at? Where your Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps And the Lincoln jeeps, and the Bentley's And the Jaguars, and the fly cars Where you at? [Lil' Mo'] Yeah yeah, yeah yeah Hot boyz, hot boyz (I'm out) Hot boyz, I like 'em like that ************************************************** ExC'mon, let's get Pop in love I know you pop-you-lar Admitted the club But I just want to toss you up Before I Swallow you whole I need to wash it down Tell your girls Avion indulge you to hang out +Intoxicate me+ Free your mind Free my mind Freak all night It's evident When two worlds collide Your twice as hot Wet through The new extras Get you by in life High on life I wonder what Life would be like If no more Women were dykes And trick hard at low prices It's a cold, cold world (Yeah) How do we relieve that stress (Ex) You know Pop them thangs To get extra horny baby girl You on one You can't ignore me Rule and Missy-E How you love that With I-G It's Murda I-N-see, nigga Hey (Hey boy) Get me high tonight Take me away (Take me) Come inside my world Come ectasy (Ectasy) Let me show you love Between you and me Let me love you boy You want freak I love a lot of excitement I excite men I make 'em dirty and trifling I, been known to leave 'em frightening Stifling all in love By the end of the night And I, want a big "Don John" To pop a few woodies And make the john last long Ex, now you can serve that 'cause no doubt it's murda Ya heard that Now that you got my feeling High to Heaven, knows Tight as the pussy holes So, Lord knows It stick to your ex-o Them hoes To freak shows You know how it goes Comin out of my clothes I'm coming outta my clothes You better, dick me down Then uh, turn me round Then uh, lay me down 'Cause uh, You got me high a kite (Ja-Rule) Yo, I scream your name tonight You know how it goes Comin' out of my clothes You know how it goes Comin' out of my clothes You got me high as a kite Feel like doing something freaky tonight When I think about you and me Feels good when your sexing me I'm coming outta my clothes You better, dick me down Then uh, turn me round Then uh, lay me down 'Cause uh, You got me high a kite (Ja-Rule) Yo, I scream your name tonight ************************************************** What U Say[Missy Elliott] I've been through it all before That nigga ain't c'mon back thru my door I couldn't help it, anymore So all your messages I'll ignore [LaTocha Scott] You made me believe, that I was your everything And then you turn and leave me with none [ohh yah] Now I stay here crying every night Wishing you were here with me, but you can't be [both - hook] No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now Get your bags, your out I don't need your kiss no more ohh! No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now So get the hell on out Cuz I don't need your touch no more ohh! [Missy Elliott] I used to think I was in love But now I now that I wasn't You treated me, like dirt But it's you thatz gonna get hurt No let me tell you!!!!! That you had better get out Cuz supposibly you never loved me And now I don't need that ohh!! [both - hook] No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now Get your bags, your out I don't need your kiss no more ohh! No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now So get the hell on out Cuz I don't need your touch no more ohh! [LaTocha Scott-bridge] No matter how many times you lied I just kept coming back for more Back for more, back for more!!!! [Missy Elliott] Well we are through with your lies Gonna wipe the tears from my eyes You should have looked inside But now I don't got da time [both - hook] No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now Get your bags, your out I don't need your kiss no more ohh! No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now So get the hell on out Cuz I don't need your touch no more ohh! No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now Get your bags, your out I don't need your kiss no more ohh! No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now So get the hell on out Cuz I don't need your touch no more ohh! No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now Get your bags, your out I don't need your kiss no more ohh! No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now So get the hell on out Cuz I don't need your touch no more ohh! No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now Get your bags, your out I don't need your kiss no more ohh! No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now So get the hell on out Cuz I don't need your touch no more ohh! No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now Get your bags, your out I don't need your kiss no more ohh! No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now So get the hell on out Cuz I don't need your touch no more ohh! No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now Get your bags, your out I don't need your kiss no more ohh! No matter what you say You can no longer hurt me It's over now So get the hell on out Cuz I don't need your touch no more ohh! [Missy] It's over now ************************************************** Pass That Dutch - Respect M.E. VersionListen up everyone, we have been just informed That there's an unknown virus that's attacking all clubs Symptoms have been said to be, heaving breathing Wild dancing, coughing So when you hear the sound, "Who-di-whoo" Run for cover muthafucka Woo, ah daddy, ooh, ah, oh, ooh Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch (Ah, ooh) Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch (Ah, ah) Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch (Ah, ah) Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch (Whoo) Misdemeanor on the flow, pretty boy here I come Pumps in the bunk make you wanna hurt something I can take your man I don't have to sex 'em Hang 'em out the window call me Micheal Jackson (He, he, he) I'm a pain in your rectum I am that bitch y'all slept on Heavy hitter, rhyme splitter, call me Re-Run Hey hey hey, I'm what's happenin' Hypnotic in my drink (That's right) Shake ya ass till it stink (That's right) Mr. Mos' on the beat (That's right) Put it down for the streets (That's right) (Who-di-whoo) Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch Come on pass the Dutch, baby (Ah) Shake-shake shake ya stuff ladies (Who-di-whoo) Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (Ah) Don't stop, get it till ya clothes get wet Number one drums go bump, bump, bump This beat here will make you hoomp, boomp, jump If you's a fat one, put your clothes back on Before you start putting pot holes in my lawn Oh my God, show 'em I'm large Shove my beat up, attack like my name was Saddam I am the bomb from New York to Milan And I can write a song sicker than Jeffrey Dahm' (Woop, woop) Don't touch my car alarm Break in my car you will hear, "Viper Armed" I've been a superstar since Daddy Kane was raw I'm live on stage, c'mon and give me some applause Thank you, oh thank you, you all are so wonderful (Who-di-whoo) Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch Come on pass the Dutch, baby (Ah) Shake-shake shake ya stuff ladies (Who-di-whoo) Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (Ah) Don't stop, get it till ya clothes get wet Listen up muthafuckas You have five seconds to catch your breath Five, four, three, two, one Pop that, pop that, make that money Just keep it going, like the Energizer Bunny Shake that, shake that, move it all around Spank that, yank that, dutch back now Freak him, freak her, whatever ya choice Didn't come to judge, I came to get ya moist Scream, now my voice is lost (Who-di-whoo) Can I get a ride on the white horse? (Who-di-whoo) Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch Come on pass the Dutch, baby (Ah) Shake-shake shake ya stuff ladies (Who-di-whoo) Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch Pass that Dutch, pass that Dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (Ah) Don't stop, get it till ya clothes get wet Pop that Pass tha Dutch, baby Jiggle that fat ************************************************** Ching-A-Ling (clean) (Promo Only clean edit)The party is ending at 2 am, so whatever you must do, do it now Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here, (this is) Thirsty, baby bring it over here (a Missy exclusive) Thirsty, baby bring it over here See my money maker, do my money maker (crazy baby) See my money maker, do my money maker (serious man) (Reversed) (let's go) M-I-S-E Missy be a freak Sex so good, I can freak you in my sleep Ice on my sleeve, I can make a room freeze Pockets more bigger than a stripper booty cheeks Dudes don't speak when they look at my physique French on my feet, cost about fifty I don't swing from a pole, Missy swing from a tree I'm Ahamed Ali, 'cause I can sting like a bee Whatchu know about that So cute and fat Let him hit it once, and watch the dude come back 'Cause the back so stacked, it's like sittin' on a jack Missy be a mack nigga, that's a true fact Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here Thirsty, baby, bring it over here Thirsty, baby, bring it over here (whatchu know about that) See my money maker, do my money maker See my money maker, do my money maker (Reversed)(I like this) Big things pop, little things stop If you talk a lot in your mouth you get socked Miss don't flop, 'cause I'm a get the props (come on) House on the water, Aston Martin in the lot Look at my watch, cost a whole lot So iced out, you can't see it tick-tock Yeah I'm so hot, and I can't be topped Artist drop down like Michael Jackson socks Got the game locked, make your body rock If Missy ain't on it, then ya song don't knock You might get mopped like a floor So don't walk You don't need to spit, unless you live what you talk (let's go) Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here Thirsty, baby, bring it over here Thirsty, baby, bring it over here (whatchu know about that) See my money maker, do my money maker See my money maker, do my money maker (serious mannn) (Reversed) Missy switch it up, do ya damn thang Just like a chain, groupies wanna hang Talk that slang, gon' head and let it bang Make the hair stand like the hair on Don King Boom, boom, shing I shine like bling, bling Call me a queen, mean chicks stay in ya lane My flow so mean, if you know what I mean So fresh and clean, you can call me Irish Spring Whatchu know about that Shit, talk like exlax, if ya game wack Then you ain't sayin' jack Just like that ya ass'll get axed 'Cause I got more hits than you can get out of a bat Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here (crazy) Thirsty, baby bring it over here Thirsty, baby bring it over here (new Missy) See my money maker, do my money maker See my money maker, do my money maker (Reversed) This is serious man Soft hook Whatchu know about that Whatchu know about that Whatchu know about that Now whatchu know about that ************************************************** Hot Boyz (DJ Tomekk’s 2funky remix) (feat. Nas & Eve)[Missy] This is for my ghetto motherfuckers Uh hey, are you really a hot boy? Oh, check me [Lil' Mo] What's your name, cause I'm impressed Can you treat me good, I won't settle for less You a hot boy, a rock boy A fun toy, tote a Glock boy Where you live, is it by yourself Can I move wit?you, do you need some help I cook boy, I'll give you more I'mma fly girl, and I like those [Missy & Lil' Mo] Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin?Lexus jeeps And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin?cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin?Jaguars And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin?hardballs wit?them Platinum Visa's [Lil' Mo] Is that your car, the SK-8 Are you riding alone, can I be your date Come get me, gimmie, don't dis me, don't trick me Got some friends, can they come too Can you hook them up wit?some boyz like you A hot boy, a rock boy, on top boy And I like those [Missy & Lil' Mo] Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin?Lexus jeeps And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin?cheaper, wit' them Platinum Visa's Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin?Jaguars And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin?hardball wit?them Platinum Visa's [Missy] Yo, I'mma dig in yo' pockets Dig in yo' wallets Is there money unfounded Yeah, you got my heart poundin?You a hot boy, drive a drop boy With alot boy, and you tote a Glock boy Give me no reason, I know that you treatin?These diamonds I抦 needin? make you believe it I want alot boy, with a hot boy Got a fun toy and you tote a Glock boy [Missy & Lil' Mo'] Hot boy Baby you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin?you like endlessly (Everyday all day) Hot boy Baby you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin?you like endlessly (Oh, yes I will) [Missy] Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps And the Lincoln jeeps, and the Bentley's And the Jaguars, and the fly cars Where you at? Where your Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps And the Lincoln jeeps, and the Bentley's And the Jaguars, and the fly cars Where you at? [Lil' Mo'] Yeah yeah, yeah yeah Hot boyz, hot boyz (I'm out) Hot boyz, I like 'em like that ************************************************** Hot Boyz (DJ Tomekk remix)[Missy] This is for my ghetto motherfuckers Uh hey, are you really a hot boy? Oh, check me [Lil' Mo] What's your name, cause I'm impressed Can you treat me good, I won't settle for less You a hot boy, a rock boy A fun toy, tote a Glock boy Where you live, is it by yourself Can I move wit?you, do you need some help I cook boy, I'll give you more I'mma fly girl, and I like those [Missy & Lil' Mo] Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin?Lexus jeeps And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin?cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin?Jaguars And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin?hardballs wit?them Platinum Visa's [Lil' Mo] Is that your car, the SK-8 Are you riding alone, can I be your date Come get me, gimmie, don't dis me, don't trick me Got some friends, can they come too Can you hook them up wit?some boyz like you A hot boy, a rock boy, on top boy And I like those [Missy & Lil' Mo] Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin?Lexus jeeps And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps Nothin?cheaper, wit' them Platinum Visa's Hot boyz Baby you got what I want See cuz y'all be drivin?Jaguars And the Bentley's, and the Rolls Royce Playin?hardball wit?them Platinum Visa's [Missy] Yo, I'mma dig in yo' pockets Dig in yo' wallets Is there money unfounded Yeah, you got my heart poundin?You a hot boy, drive a drop boy With alot boy, and you tote a Glock boy Give me no reason, I know that you treatin?These diamonds I抦 needin? make you believe it I want alot boy, with a hot boy Got a fun toy and you tote a Glock boy [Missy & Lil' Mo'] Hot boy Baby you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin?you like endlessly (Everyday all day) Hot boy Baby you got what I want Won't you really come and satisfy me I be lovin?you like endlessly (Oh, yes I will) [Missy] Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps And the Lincoln jeeps, and the Bentley's And the Jaguars, and the fly cars Where you at? Where your Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps And the Lincoln jeeps, and the Bentley's And the Jaguars, and the fly cars Where you at? [Lil' Mo'] Yeah yeah, yeah yeah Hot boyz, hot boyz (I'm out) Hot boyz, I like 'em like that ************************************************** Take Away (album version)(Missy) You're so incredible Ever since the day we became, we became.. so personal Everyday that I spend with you it gets.. unforgettable Anything that I did with you, I don't.. regret at all (I love everything about you) Take away, your gold and platinum chains (and I'm gonna love you baby) Cause I'm gon' love, love you anyway (I ain't in it for the cheddar baby) I'm not in it for, for the love of cash (oh no no, you might go broke, but I'm) Cause if you go broke, I gotta make it last (not goin nowhere, nowhere, nowhere..) (Ginuwine) Listen, let's make, it national I want the whole world to know I'm with you, and I'm.. in love Ain't no girl in this world Can fill your shoes, none not at all The things you do for me is so.. unbelievable And you can take away all the platinum chains (Missy) + (Ginuwine) Take away, your gold and platinum chains Cause I'm gon love, love you anyway (I'ma love you anyway, yes I am) I'm not in it for, for the love of cash (I'm only in it for the love of you) Cause if you go broke I gotta make it last (I gotta make it last babyyy) I just wanna be the perfect match You don't even have to ask.. I just wanna be the perfect match We become so attached.. (we become so attached baby that's all I ask) I just wanna be the perfect match You don't even have to ask.. I just wanna be the perfect match We become so attached.. (be the perfect match baby, so attached, yeahyeaheyeahhh) (computer voice) Now can you hold me, now can you feel me Now can you get near me.. For once in your lifetime, for once in your lifetime Now can you hold me, now can you feel me Now can you get near me.. For once in your lifetime, for once in your lifetime (Missy) Take away, your gold and platinum chains Cause I'm gon' love, love you anyway I'm not in it for, for the love of cash Cause if you go broke, I gotta make it last ************************************************** Take Away (radio edit)(Missy) You're so incredible Ever since the day we became, we became.. so personal Everyday that I spend with you it gets.. unforgettable Anything that I did with you, I don't.. regret at all (I love everything about you) Take away, your gold and platinum chains (and I'm gonna love you baby) Cause I'm gon' love, love you anyway (I ain't in it for the cheddar baby) I'm not in it for, for the love of cash (oh no no, you might go broke, but I'm) Cause if you go broke, I gotta make it last (not goin nowhere, nowhere, nowhere..) (Ginuwine) Listen, let's make, it national I want the whole world to know I'm with you, and I'm.. in love Ain't no girl in this world Can fill your shoes, none not at all The things you do for me is so.. unbelievable And you can take away all the platinum chains (Missy) + (Ginuwine) Take away, your gold and platinum chains Cause I'm gon love, love you anyway (I'ma love you anyway, yes I am) I'm not in it for, for the love of cash (I'm only in it for the love of you) Cause if you go broke I gotta make it last (I gotta make it last babyyy) I just wanna be the perfect match You don't even have to ask.. I just wanna be the perfect match We become so attached.. (we become so attached baby that's all I ask) I just wanna be the perfect match You don't even have to ask.. I just wanna be the perfect match We become so attached.. (be the perfect match baby, so attached, yeahyeaheyeahhh) (computer voice) Now can you hold me, now can you feel me Now can you get near me.. For once in your lifetime, for once in your lifetime Now can you hold me, now can you feel me Now can you get near me.. For once in your lifetime, for once in your lifetime (Missy) Take away, your gold and platinum chains Cause I'm gon' love, love you anyway I'm not in it for, for the love of cash Cause if you go broke, I gotta make it last ************************************************** I’ve Changed (feat. Lil’ Mo) - InterludeYes I've changed again, baby Changed.. changed.. Changed, the games, that I, used to play Play.. leavin when I stay Woo! Ohhh, ooooh, baby I've changed - I said that I've changed I said I've changed - the games, ain't the same They ain't the same I've changed - the pressure wasn't greatener On the, other, siiiiide-ide-ide-ide [Missy + (Mo)] Aight aight aight Mo chill (cause I know I've changed) Yo Mo (I know I've changed, baby I swear I'm changed) Yo Mo chill (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) Yo chill, you singin like you You singin like you in church raisin money (I've changed) For some choir rows or somethin (I've changed, I've changed) You changed? I'm bout to change to a new track (ohhh- ************************************************** You Don’t Know MeYou give your hand to me and then you say hello And i can hardly speak my heart is beating so And anyone can tell you think you know me well But you don't know me No you don't know the one who dreams of you at night And longs to kiss your lips and longs to hold you tight To you I'm just a friend that's all i've ever been No you don't know me For I never knew the art of making love Though my heart aches with love for you Afraid and shy I let my chance go by The chance you might have loved me too You give your hand to me and then you say good bye I watch you walk away beside the lucky guy To never never know the one who loves you so No you don't know me (Music Break) You give your hand to me and then you say good bye I watch you walk away beside the lucky guy To never never know the one who loves you so No you don't know me ************************************************** Bus-A-Bus (feat. Busta Rhymes) - InterludeYes in deed yes in deed out this mothafucka Back with the right foot steppin' in first And the left foot steppin' in after I go by the divine attribute of bus a bus down suttin' Other wise known as busta motha fucking rhymes Out this bitch you know I mean 'Cause I'm in the spot love it When a bitch kiss up on a mafucka I love it the way when I piss up on a mafucka Mafucka they need to chill relax What yaw need to do is listen up mafucka So as we begin to get you addictive to the shit Thats so addictive make sure you got your Peoples with you, you know one of your peoples That stay sober you know to make sure You get home safely 'cause We about to take it there mafucka's Miss. E Missdameanor Elliot so addictive ************************************************** GET UR FREAK ON (HELVETICAN REMIX)[Verse 1] Missy be puttin' it down, I'm the hottest 'round I told y'all motherfuckers, y'all can't stop me now Listen to me now, I'm lastin' twenty rounds And if you want me (nigga) then come on, get me now Is you with me now? Then biggie, biggie bounce I know you dig the way I sw-sw-switch my style Holla People sing around Now people gather 'round, now people jump around [Chorus] Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on [Verse 2] Is that your chick? People you know Me and Timbaland been hot since twenty years ago What tha dilly yo? Now what tha drilly yo? If you wanna battle me then (nigga) let me know Holla Got to feel it, son Lemme throw you some (maut mujhko) People, here I come, now sweat me when I'm done We got the radio shook like we got a gun [Chorus] Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on [Verse 3] Quiet! (Shhh) Hush your mouth, silence when I spit it out In your face, open your mouth, give you a taste Holla Ain't no stoppin' me, copy written so don't copy me Y'all do it sloppily and y'all can't come close to me I know you feel me now, I know you hear me loud I scream it loud and proud, Missy gon' blow it down People gon' play me now, in and outta town 'Cause I'm the best around with this crazy style [Chorus] Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on [Outro] Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on ************************************************** Teary eyed - without mommy interludeTwo thousand five!! There will be no room for y'all with no originality WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO You're, the reason I don't trust no one And I don't love no one, from the places I've come The sad songs, I've sung, all the times I've been stung Boy you, bring the worst out of me (HOLLA!) And I cain't, allow these tears I've cried The emptiness inside, that left me so petrified Tried to keep, love alive, but I became too tired Cause you, bring the worst out of me And, I wish I coulda changed the way things have gone And start life and do it now maybe once again (YES!) I don't know when or where but somethin must have went wrong And all I have to sayyyy, is now... When I sing this song I get so tear-y eyed Cause you get under my skin, can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life with you But look what you've, done, to me I, comprimised all my time And rearranged my life, to make sure you was fine Cause our love, was on the line, and I became so unkind Cause you, brought the worst out of me (you brought the Worst out of me) This is, how the story goes (WOO!) The others want to know, when it's out of control You work, and you work, but someone gets hurt And I guess, that, be, me ************************************************** Teary Eyed (ATFC Drumdub)[Verse 1] You're the reason I don't trust no one And I don't love no one From the places I've come Sad songs I've sung All the times I've been stung For you bring the worst out of me (HOLLA!) And I can't down these tears I've cried The heaviness inside Left me so petrified Tried ta keep love alive But I became too tired Cuz you bring the worst out of me (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I have to say....... [Chorus] Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) [Verse 2] And I compromised all my time And rearranged my life To make sure you was fine Cuz our love was on the line And I became so unkind Cuz you brought the worst out of me (You brought the worst out of me) This is (this is) how the story goes Those ones who know When its out of control You work (work) and you work (work) And sumone gets hurt And I guess that be me..... When I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I can say....... (When I sing) Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) ************************************************** Teary Eyed (Sugardip club)[Verse 1] You're the reason I don't trust no one And I don't love no one From the places I've come Sad songs I've sung All the times I've been stung For you bring the worst out of me (HOLLA!) And I can't down these tears I've cried The heaviness inside Left me so petrified Tried ta keep love alive But I became too tired Cuz you bring the worst out of me (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I have to say....... [Chorus] Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) [Verse 2] And I compromised all my time And rearranged my life To make sure you was fine Cuz our love was on the line And I became so unkind Cuz you brought the worst out of me (You brought the worst out of me) This is (this is) how the story goes Those ones who know When its out of control You work (work) and you work (work) And sumone gets hurt And I guess that be me..... When I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I can say....... (When I sing) Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) ************************************************** Teary Eyed (Sugardip Morning After mix)[Verse 1] You're the reason I don't trust no one And I don't love no one From the places I've come Sad songs I've sung All the times I've been stung For you bring the worst out of me (HOLLA!) And I can't down these tears I've cried The heaviness inside Left me so petrified Tried ta keep love alive But I became too tired Cuz you bring the worst out of me (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I have to say....... [Chorus] Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) [Verse 2] And I compromised all my time And rearranged my life To make sure you was fine Cuz our love was on the line And I became so unkind Cuz you brought the worst out of me (You brought the worst out of me) This is (this is) how the story goes Those ones who know When its out of control You work (work) and you work (work) And sumone gets hurt And I guess that be me..... When I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I can say....... (When I sing) Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) ************************************************** Teary Eyed (ATFC club mix)[Verse 1] You're the reason I don't trust no one And I don't love no one From the places I've come Sad songs I've sung All the times I've been stung For you bring the worst out of me (HOLLA!) And I can't down these tears I've cried The heaviness inside Left me so petrified Tried ta keep love alive But I became too tired Cuz you bring the worst out of me (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I have to say....... [Chorus] Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) [Verse 2] And I compromised all my time And rearranged my life To make sure you was fine Cuz our love was on the line And I became so unkind Cuz you brought the worst out of me (You brought the worst out of me) This is (this is) how the story goes Those ones who know When its out of control You work (work) and you work (work) And sumone gets hurt And I guess that be me..... When I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I can say....... (When I sing) Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) ************************************************** Teary Eyed (Maurice Joshua club mix)[Verse 1] You're the reason I don't trust no one And I don't love no one From the places I've come Sad songs I've sung All the times I've been stung For you bring the worst out of me (HOLLA!) And I can't down these tears I've cried The heaviness inside Left me so petrified Tried ta keep love alive But I became too tired Cuz you bring the worst out of me (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I have to say....... [Chorus] Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) [Verse 2] And I compromised all my time And rearranged my life To make sure you was fine Cuz our love was on the line And I became so unkind Cuz you brought the worst out of me (You brought the worst out of me) This is (this is) how the story goes Those ones who know When its out of control You work (work) and you work (work) And sumone gets hurt And I guess that be me..... When I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I can say....... (When I sing) Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) ************************************************** Teary Eyed (Maurice Joshua Beats)[Verse 1] You're the reason I don't trust no one And I don't love no one From the places I've come Sad songs I've sung All the times I've been stung For you bring the worst out of me (HOLLA!) And I can't down these tears I've cried The heaviness inside Left me so petrified Tried ta keep love alive But I became too tired Cuz you bring the worst out of me (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I have to say....... [Chorus] Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) [Verse 2] And I compromised all my time And rearranged my life To make sure you was fine Cuz our love was on the line And I became so unkind Cuz you brought the worst out of me (You brought the worst out of me) This is (this is) how the story goes Those ones who know When its out of control You work (work) and you work (work) And sumone gets hurt And I guess that be me..... When I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I can say....... (When I sing) Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) ************************************************** Teary Eyed (Tiefschwarz dub)[Verse 1] You're the reason I don't trust no one And I don't love no one From the places I've come Sad songs I've sung All the times I've been stung For you bring the worst out of me (HOLLA!) And I can't down these tears I've cried The heaviness inside Left me so petrified Tried ta keep love alive But I became too tired Cuz you bring the worst out of me (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I have to say....... [Chorus] Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) [Verse 2] And I compromised all my time And rearranged my life To make sure you was fine Cuz our love was on the line And I became so unkind Cuz you brought the worst out of me (You brought the worst out of me) This is (this is) how the story goes Those ones who know When its out of control You work (work) and you work (work) And sumone gets hurt And I guess that be me..... When I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I can say....... (When I sing) Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) ************************************************** Teary Eyed (Tiefschwarz club mix)[Verse 1] You're the reason I don't trust no one And I don't love no one From the places I've come Sad songs I've sung All the times I've been stung For you bring the worst out of me (HOLLA!) And I can't down these tears I've cried The heaviness inside Left me so petrified Tried ta keep love alive But I became too tired Cuz you bring the worst out of me (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I have to say....... [Chorus] Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) [Verse 2] And I compromised all my time And rearranged my life To make sure you was fine Cuz our love was on the line And I became so unkind Cuz you brought the worst out of me (You brought the worst out of me) This is (this is) how the story goes Those ones who know When its out of control You work (work) and you work (work) And sumone gets hurt And I guess that be me..... When I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) (Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) [Refrain] I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong And all I can say....... (When I sing) Is when I sing this song I get so teary eyed Cuz you get under my skin Can't let you suck me dry I was gonna marry you, have kids for you Stay true to you, live life wit you But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee)