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Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh - so sick! Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh 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 This year y'all gon' all lose sleep I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin 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 This year you hear a real MC, when I break break b-b-break break break... 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 I'm slowin, the track down, so you don't miss the shit that Misdemeanor talkin like that chronic get you super high This year y'all gon' all lose sleep I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin This year you hear a real MC 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 This year you hear a real MC (GEYEAH!) Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin 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 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 |
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What Time Is It? Tonight it's party time It's party time tonight (Wat time is it) Tonight it's party time It's party time tonight (Holla Holla) Tonight It's party time It's party time tonight (Cumadee) Tonight it's party time It's party time tonight A lot of hip hopers but yall just small talkers Yall could risk gettin cut off like nick-a-bokers Albums flop, yall better off playin soccer Misdeameanor, my deaeanor me the club rocker I flo froppa, keep my goodies in a locker Not a artist ya ca but i;m a shotta-bock Private stocker number 1 game talka When i start it up there will be not one stoppa. Walk around and get ur dome crack like a craka Matta fact break your bones like a crab bracker Neva slack up, rack up and leave ya fractured On a curve, where ya work leave ya fractured Haters all in my face, can u please bak up Haters smilin in my face, u need 2 be nacked up be jacked, call 4 bak up, cuz i smick smick smack ya Now tell me whos bada Tonight it's party time It's party time tonight (Holla Holla ) Tonight it's party time It's party time tonight (Yes Sir) Tonight It's party time It's party time tonight (Cumadee) Tonight it's party time It's party time tonight Most indiviuals swear they invisible Guys think I'm more important then the supa bowl Romanis is a ritual now pay me my resisual Cuz e'rday all day ya hear me on ur stereo I'm innocent i fool 'em make the guys lose control I'm in the studio droppin hits from my booty hole Ya f-in moolio yall dont wanna test me yo Cuz when I'm done rappin, I make ya hair look like coolio Now please cool it yo, Mideameanor real pro yo- [Record Noise]-Frek It Frek it- Real pro yo, wit a [Record Noise]-Frek it ill flo I kick down doors and rock mini shows I put a tag on ur toe and call u John Doe Missy da name and M.E. is my initials Forget about it like the world forgot about Sisqo Take it 2 the club and bop, rock to the disco Think ya outta know its about to get physical Tonight its party time Its party time tonight (Say what) Tonight its party time Its party time tonight (What time is it) Tonight its party time Its party time tonigt (Cumadee) Tonight its party time Its party time tonight (Holla) I dont care cuz i do not fear Put a boop right straight in ya ear Best b wear when u come around here Dont ya dear come unprepared Misdeameanor watch them suckas sleep sleep Got da keys 2 da jeep jeep jeep Misdeameanor put it pon ur lik Ride da beep pon da 1,2,3 BLOCK! Tonight its party time Its party time tonight Tonight its party time Its party time tonight Tonight its party time Its party time tonigt Tonight its party time Its party time tonight Got slick rick in da house. We doin big things here kids! Hip hops finest. Slick rickin 'em |
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| 4:16 |
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It's entertainment time!!!! Wooo 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 Slick Rick an' M Go Missy, go Missy, go Missy, go Missy Slick Rick an' M 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 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' Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh) But boy you are supa fine (do it to me, do it to me) Thank you Missy Irresistible delicious (oooooh) HOLLA Enough to make me lose my mind Yeah Know I really want it Slick Slick Slick Rick an' M Now I want it, yeah Don't make me wait oh no - no don't make me wait oh no Missy No longer will I pretend Slick Rick in the house Let's get it on cause we both grown Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 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 Procede 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 Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh) Slick Rick is in the house But boy you are supa fine (do it to me, do it to me) Thank you Missy Irresistible delicious (oooooh) HOLLA Enough to make me lose my mind - lose my mind Know I really want it - and now I want it Don't make me wait oh no - no don't make me wait oh no No longer will I pretend Boss of the females Let's get it on cause we both grown Recognize, recognize 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 Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh) Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh) But boy you are supa fine (do it to me, do it to me) Fi-fi-fine |
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| 3:47 |
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Music make you lose control I've got a cute face Chubby waist Thick legs in shape Romp shakin? both ways Make you do a double take Planet rocka, show stoppa Floproppa, head knocka Beat styla, tail droppa Do mah thang muthafuckas Mah Rolse Royce, Lamborghini Blue Madina, always beamin?br Ragtop chrome pipes Blue lights outta sight Know me, sow it in Set it in, sow it in Make dat money, tho it in Booty bouncin', gon?hit Everybody here Get it outta control Get yo backs off tha wall Cuz Misdemeanor said so Everybody Well mah name is Ciara For all you fly fellas No one can do it betta She sing on acapella Boy the music Makes me lose control We gon make u lose control And let it go 4 u kno U gon hit tha flo I rok 2 da beat till im tired Walk n da club it's fiya Get it krunk and wired Wave ya hands scream louda If u smoke den fiya it up Bring da roof down Den holla If u tipsy stand up Dj turn it louda Take sumbody by da waist den uh Now tho it in dey face like uh Hypnotic robotic This here will rock yo bodies Take sumbody by da waist den uh Now tho it in dey face like uh Systematica static This hit be automatic Work wait Work work work wait Work work work wait Work work work wait Do it right Hit tha floor hit tha floor Everybody here Get it outta control Get yo backs off tha wall Cuz misdemeanor said so Everybody Everybody Lets go Everybody here Get it outta control Get yo backs off da wall Cuz misdemeanor said So Everybody Everybody Everybody Everybody Get loose Put yo back on tha wall Misdemeanors in da house Ciaras in da house Misdemeanors in tha house music make u lose control We on fiya We on fiya Now tho it gurl Tho it gurl Tho it gurl Tho it gurl Yeah Now move yo arm 2 tha left gurl Now move yo arm 2 tha left gurl Now move yo arm 2 tha right gurl Now move yo arm 2 tha right gurl Lets go now lets go now lets go now Wooo lets go Should i bring it back right now Now bring it back now Woooo oohhh I see u c Now see ima ima do it like c do it Now shake it gurl Cum on and jus shake it gurl Cum on and let it pop right gurl Cum on and let it pop right gurl Now bak it up gurl Bak it up gurl Bak it up gurl Bak it up gurl Bak it up gurl Woooo woooo woooo Go go Bring it 2 da front gurl go go Bring it 2 da front gurl go go Bring it 2 da front gurl go go Bring it 2 da front gurl lets go lets go lets go Wooo |
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| 2:52 |
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Yeah, Missy Elliott, Grand Puba Y'all don't really know who i am, god damn im like grease in the frying pan cause i am bacon eggs toast butter smooth sexy lova more FRESH than mothas go ask your brotha if y'all dont believe i control the industry cause Missy in the lead uhh im talking to your 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 take moms with me and a few ADATS and make a song about dad and tell pops he's a rat oah-KAYYYY hold up y'all dont really know my life y'all dont really know my struggles and how much liquor i guzzle ya'll dont really know my fears and how many years to get here but im ready to rumble y'all dont really know my life y'all dont really know my struggles and how much liquor i guzzle ya'll dont really know my fears and how many years to get here but im ready to rumble 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 im 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 aint about paper i dont waste my sells so the new school new school need to learn yo i burn baby burn like a Hunt's Pointe ho yo you Puba, hold up lets take'em back on some "411" shit MARYYY im mary J.Blige, for a fact i dont rap im known around the map to always make a comeback i whent through some struggles fightin with my ex-lovers stayed in lots of toruble, blessings then i had recovered had to pay them bills, the places i lived Messin with them cats thats said to get i had to give i had to tell them back up cause i was quick to smack'em up i dont give a WHAT, Mary J. would act up yall dont 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 yall dont know the half dont know the half im better off now that was in the past i had to take the good stuff with the bad now im thankful for the little things that i have Im Mary J. Blige, for a fact i dont rap Grand Puba, and the name ring bells Im Mary J. Blige, for a fact i dont rap Grand Puba, and the name ring bells |
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| 4:17 |
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Bet it bet it taste like candy 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 Hope he feel as strong as my po hah do With you by my side its like I'm drunk off boo 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 aint nothing wrong wit tastin your magic stick I bet it taste like candy meant to melt in my mouth I know you got planet baby you the shit Now what you workin wit candy meant to melt in my mouth I know you got planet I like the way I like the way I like the way I like the way 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 and keep goin 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 I bet it taste like candy meant to melt in my mouth I know you got planet baby you the shit Now what you workin wit candy meant to melt in my mouth I know you got planet I like the way I like the way I like the way I like the way 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 and keep goin I could play gin and you could play JD 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 bullet proof 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 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 and keep goin think I'm in love love love like Beyonce be with Jigga think I'm in love love love love like Beyonce be with Jigga |
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| 4:46 |
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Missy be the name and y'all should already know I been around long Scarface so cold Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yo she ya Let me grab the microphone and I'm gone take it away Every time I spit I blow one or two speakers Top model diva but my name not Eva Yeah I brang fever rockin classic adidas I'm srtaight off the heater rippin 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 angeldust 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 Ah, ah, on.... Missy finna spit this simply raw Misdemeanor always make MC's 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 Aint nobody here that can tear the track up And naw I ain't done rappin 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 talkin I'll lay 'em down slow And for show y'all know Misdemeanor got 'em by the neck low Ice cold heart like zero below If you wanna battle me then playa say so Let me tell you what I'm all about About spitting hot rymes 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 Lookin like I'm finna cock a nine millimeter Get out with my highhill cuffs Twisting my ass cause I know what guys want Licking my lips like I'm takin him home Teasing and teasing I'm fakin the funk Shaking my titties like I wanna bone Bend over slow then I tell him I'm gone |
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| 8. |
| 3:25 |
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My style can't be duplicated or recycled This chick is a sick individual Sick tape vol. 2 Believe it Ho?Ho? Let me switch up the game I drink that cognac Step back cause I might put it on ya I go deep so deep till you sleep Count sheep wake you from f***ing all week You don't to have to show ya How freakish I act when im not sober Whut up & tow up sho nuff I ain't scared to take it off (tell the freak to take it off) Tipsy & I feel good (feel good) Black dudes got big woods Into I do it I dun it If you really really want it then stop frontin (stop frontin) Boy you know im your type (your type) 5'2 and wear my jeans real tight My curves they swerve so superb My word's my word and I came to slurr it We run this (run this) We run this (run this) We run this (run this) Oh, oh, oh, It don't matter where you from it's where you at & if you came to freak-a-leak you better bring your hat East coast, west coast, down south Represent your coast Yea we run it Yea we run it Yall don't want it Cause my coast run it Oh We run this s*** We run this s*** Wanna pull my hair Break my back Put it right money might ?? Back to back you can't even keep track It's a fact freaks like to get slap Suck my toes & then a back rub I don't come to do it I just wanna be touched Look at how yall are makin me blush got enough to go round ?? Wanna run that tush in a bush Don't my diamonds look real good & they shine so hard that it glitters Too many carats they look like critters & we can do it all night Take a flashlight you see up in my windpipe I like the ? up in your height I wanna know can you handle the might We run this (run this) We run this (run this) We run this (run this) Oh, oh, oh, It don't matter where you from it's where you at & if you came to freak-a-leak you better bring your hat East coast, west coast, down south Represent your coast Yea we run it Yea we run it Yall don't want it Cause my coast run it Oh We run this s*** We run this s*** Any hustlas in the party yall (hell yea) If you a pimp let me see you party hard (hell yea) Oh strippers take your clothes off (hell yea) Yall superstars You don't need no bodyguards (hell yea) I roll hard a lot of rappers say I say im way too hard Pull up to the club in a rental car Where the freaks at Them freaks at the bar Where the hard 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 hype & I don't give a f*** We run this (run this) We run this (run this) We run this (run this) Oh, oh, oh, It don't matter where you from it's where you at & if you came to freak-a-leak you better bring your hat We run this (run this) We run this (run this) We run this (run this) Oh, oh, oh Represent your coast & act like you know Know how to act before you step your two feet in the do' [w] Oh, hello Oh, you want your nails and the manicure Oh, $5 $5 extra French tip [m] $5 and extra for a French tip You trippin [w] oh, oh, no, no, no You need a exfortiation [m] what the hell is a exfortiation [w] exfortiation for the feet [m] exfortiation for my feet Ain't nothing wrong with my feet [w] yes, the feet, the big toe The hammer toe [m] ain't nothing wrong with my toe man Look can I get my nails done please [w] you want a chicken with your manicure [m] chicken look I don't want no fried rice, no egg rolls, I want a manicure [w] okay let me order [speaks Chinese] [m] listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen I ain't got time for this bulls**t Im outta here [w] you better pay me I know you missy elliott Ill call Wendy Williams Ill call her tomorrow and tell her you cheap cheap, Cheap, cheap, cheap [m] you can call Oprah Winfrey and tell her to pay you're a** Playa I ain't cheap either im icy [w] So icy You so icy If your so icy why don't you pay me on time |
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| 4:19 |
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i know i may act stubborn boy but that dont mean i dont love you boy please forgive me for my attitude when it seems like im talkin all my shit out on you i know i never said this here lemme make myself loud and clear i appreciate the way you treat me ive done a lot of things you still dont hate me remember when you caught me cheatin you said i stopped your heart from breathin but you loved me so you forgave me when you coulda ran out and played me am i a dissappointment to ya baby most of the time im wrong makein excuses for the abusesive dones teppin out on the lawn? but ya never let me baby, say im sorry all the time any other guy would be gone but you say hear right by my side remember when you caught me cheatin you said i stopped your heart from breathin but you loved me so you forgave me when you coulda ran out and played me and the love like this i cant play no games cuz its hard to forgive it buy you didnt neva complain neva rub it in my face just lemme slide on by i know every girl wish she had you as a guy no no no no no nooo no cuz a love like this cant play no games and its hard to forgive i did to you lemme slide on by yea when i cheated you said you couldnt breathe now im sitting here begging on my knees take me back, ill do anything including please i didnt mean to burn a bridge third degree like fantasia said let yourself be free the truth by, without me youll succeed im sorry baby please believe in you and me c'mon aint no love better than you with all the pain i put you through im still closin mountains without you here what would i do aint no love better than you with all the pain i put you through im still closin mountains without you here what would i do ohhh... |
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| 10. |
| 4:13 |
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Like yo name is Missy Elliott My name is Fantasia Barrino And what I can give you Is Fantasia Barrino Holla at ya girl 2005 Wooh! Wake up in the morning with my man next to me Up all night like we on that extacy Mix with that hennessy He got the remedy, yeah my nigga into me Can't say ya simply we Take a quick shower for the hour conversation Time to have relations Love making in the basement Smack it for the pressure One minute, two minute, I was no questions Who would ever think that I'd be giving up the goodies Walk around naked in a pair of pink footies Just like them hos at the shows Half-dressed clothes, doing whatever who knows Okay Nah I only get freaky wit him No menag¨ trois, not freaky with him Its just me and my man Simply me and my man For my man, I'd do whatever Cause what I feel, this love it make me do things, make me do things For my man, my loves forever, my loves forever Cause what I feel, this love it won't ever change I'm never insecure when we're not together Even though he told me he in love with Ciara I'm from a new era and I bring terror to ay chick who check my fella when we together So he treat me like Cinderella Protect me from the storm like he my umbrella This fella deserve from a stella He be a Rockefeller, not Jay-Z and Dame But the charm on a chain He platinum Jacob Rolly lick his Forty He stackin, keep trackin and I'll fax em If I can't find his ass then his ass outta gas He only getting one past Cuz my man he's my man and he nobody else's Damn right I've never felt this Old ladies trying to coast us You better get focus before you ever try to approach him For my man, I'd do whatever Cause what I feel, this love it make me do things, make me do things For my man, my loves forever, my loves forever Cause what I feel, this love it won't ever change See when you in love you might have to fight Don't ever say you won't You might get real mad Wanna act all bad Act up in the street, few chicks ya gotta beat cause the disrespect Clockin ya man from his feets to his neck Uh! You gotta let her know that's a no-no Slap her real slow with her right blow Whichever way you go and keep it gangsta Show these bitches that aint gon Yank a point, blank a top, rank her I ride for my nigga and I'm happy with the trigger Scared how you figure? My man Said time again that's my man My man again, I say that's my man Its just me and my man, simply me and my man For my man, I'd do whatever Cause what I feel, this love it make me do things, make me do things For my man, my loves forever, my loves forever Cause what I feel, this love it won't ever change That's my man! Yes! That's my man! This love! Ohhhhhhh! |
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| 3:49 |
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Woo! C'mon Sick! Uh-huh Yes! Woo! Holla! I be thinking 'bout that big O The way you used to rock it to me nice and slow You used to do it 'til my back felt broke You used to say give it to me, I'd say no You used to talk that kinky shit up in my ears And you would buy me pink pretty under-weas And I would moan cause you would make me feel nice And you would make me feel like making love twice What I'm saying, you the man, I'm in love And I like when you do it rough Hey shorty I can't get enough Can't stop, won't stop, call me Puff Hold me down to the ground, pick me up Now move it 'round, break it down, hold up Scream loud, black and proud, let's fuck Nine to five, do it live, sure 'nough I be thinking 'bout the way you do it good I like it cause you raised in the hood Uh, you put your back into it I tell you no, change my mind, then I do it You cute, you fine, you fire I'm the boss, do the job, you hired Heather Hunter must of got me inspired To work for hours, fall asleep, get you tired cause [Chorus:] I can't stop thinking 'bout you Or the way you do what you do With you I can not lose I put it down like some brand new shoes I can't stop thinking 'bout you The way you do what you do With you I can not lose Now let me put it down I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good (Yes!) I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good [Missy Elliott] He wan' take me to a ho-tale, see if it's good If the nigga sm-ale, when I put it down He like oh yeah Taste like apples and a bag of pears Right here, right dere, everywhere To the bed, to the kitchen, in the wooden chair He like to hear me moan like yeah Boy's in the zone and I don't care Sitting on his lap, pulling on my track He piggidy piggidy piggidy piggy my back In fact no slack, damn he the mack He ain't got to work me like dat [Chorus] (I'm the boss) I'm the boss, do the job, you hired I'm the boss, do the job, you hired [Missy Elliott] What I'm saying, you the man, I'm in love And I like when you do it rough Hey shorty I can't get enough Can't stop, won't stop - call me Puff Hold me down to the ground, pick me up Now move it 'round, break it down, hold up Scream loud, black and proud, let's fuck Nine to five, do it live, sho' nuff |
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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) I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know anywhere but sumthin must've went wrong And all I can say....... 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) 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) 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) I wish I could change the way things have gone And start life anew and now maybe once again I don't know anywhere 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) |
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| 3:08 |
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[Intro]Please Stand Up!In 2005 the industry will be pussy whippedIt Wont be easy![Verse 1]They like mommy with the cute face can i get a date, Mommy got a cute shape mommy make em wait, papi havin trouble trying to keep up the pace, mommy gotthe faith i let my pussy be the bait,mommy got the good sh*t that really good sh*t, the type of chick u get with that really good sh*t,mommy got them niggas goin crazy for the ass call mefast make a dash get a nigga for his cash,mommy knock an buck wit a quick upper cut mommy sport shelltoes i put my nikes up,i use to dress b-boy now idress girlie wake up real early wit my brais lookin curly mommy let em know who she is what she bout, yea she bout money mommy turning niggas out,mommygot bills cars sit on big wheels, in the club mommy chill while them haters ice grill [chorus]Mommy cute rock vendi suitesmommy fresh these my real breastmommy sex cause mommy grown, mommy be that good sh*t at homemommy mommy mommy mommy, damn mommy roll like armies, mommy ass like a cadillac, mommy give em heart attacks[verse 2]They call me lil mama lookin big in my hummermama on the corner, lil mama be a stunna, fly to the hummer quick faster then a runner,foot on the gas ruuuuuum hender gunna,mommy look good yea mommylook right,mommy stay hood mommy be yo type, mommy get excited mommy ask you to bite it,mommy know you like it tell papi dont fight it,Capitol M.O.M.M.Ymommy got a pus take any chick guy,mommy gotta deal mommy spit sh*t real, mommy give em chills whenshe wear high heels,mommy get the money, get the money, get the money,mommy find a man who can go an get it for me,mommy look fresh and respect me sweats, stay best dressedshowin off my breast, [chorus]Mommy cute rock vendi suitesmommy fresh these my real breastmommy sex cause mommy grown, mommy be that good sh*t at homemommy mommy mommy mommy, damn mommy roll like armies, mommy ass like a cadillac, mommy give em heart attacksmommy get the money get the money get the money,Yea mommy get buck like whoa lil mama, back it up like whoa lil mama, once she shake it like whoa lil mama, she get naked like hold up mama,mommy be afreak mommy let the world know, mommy want em to lick her from her head to her toe,if papi say no then lil papi gotta go,if he broke no no mommy kick himout the door,[chorus]Nit Music ManiaClub ... Angel's Wings |
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| 2:55 |
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When I walk up in the club, they be pushin' Misdemeanor got that ice that keep'em lookin' (Uh-huh) Crop top, drop tops on my Phantom, mang. They be trippin' and them haters just pussies. (Woo) Feelin' on me, feelin' on me like a pornstar, I drive a fast car, still shave my chocha. (Uh-huh) Get the cash, get the cheddar, get the beans mean, (Uhhh) Ching-a-ling, bling bling, my money real green Who dat? Who dat? Player better fall back, st-step back, player better fall back. Click-Clack, cock back Semi-automatic track Drink a lot of Similac, Shorty better fall back. (WOO) I fall down, get up then I gotta dust it off (Uh-huh) (Say you got to dust it off?) Yeah, I quickly dust it off. I'm off the wall, I do brawl, don't stall Yes it's on, Said it's on, I can't be cloned You can call me Mike Jones. 305-212-804, My cell (WOO) Y'all must be dumb as hell If y'all think that is my cell. Hotel, motel, Holiday- Don't play- round the way, OJ Yeah, I'm so icey. (AAH) What them haters say? Misdemeanor OK. (Uh) Call me foreplay, Position more than 40 ways. (Uh-huh) Like a chocolate glaze, I'm hotter than a summer day. Stingray, Sugar Ray, Knuckles all up in your face. Who dat? Who dat? Player better fall back, st-step back, player better fall back. Click-Clack, cock back Semi-automatic track Drink a lot of Similac, Shorty better fall back. I block-a block-a, Straight jocker, Matter fact, a face snapper. Money stacker, no slacker, Hit rapper, gun strapper. I click, click hear my-- Click-click. 2 snaps, you hit, then I-- click-click. I make cash, pay them bills, I pay them bills that buy new wheels. I wear high heels, I touch and feel, catch me in your man grill. My record deal, my movie deal Is super sick-sick. I click-click, and if you doubt me then I-- Click - click. (Uh-huh) Smack them boys, I will destroy- Hit, hit, straight down and split-split ya boy. I kick-kick like Karate flick-flicks You get your ass bit, Don't make me have to- Click-click Who dat? Who dat? Player better fall back, st-step back, player better fall back. Click-Clack, cock back Semi-automatic track Drink a lot of Similac, Shorty better fall back. |
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| 3:50 |
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The things you said to me Can't make or break me Everything you've bought I give back absolutely everything And, I am through with you You and your crazy moods You be trippin' and slippin' and givin' attitudes I deserve the finer things The joy that love brings And you'll be missin' my kisses' And makin' love, see I'm better off alone Can't wait 'til you get gone Ain't no need to keep hoping 'cause it's over and done Why do you keep coming back time and time again? You promised me you'd change your ways time and time again I heard the same ol' lyin from you time and time again And why I take you back? because I cannot change a man 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 lies who looks me in my eyes Come up with alibis for the thousandth time I won't take bullshit Leave ya ass with the quickness Because I'm stable and able to live my life alone Boy I'm through with you No more to say or do 'Cause you're too confused And it's over and done I be comin' with a rap on a ballad You should vote Misdemeanor on your ballots 'Cause you know I blow ya mind anytime that I rhyme And I be down for a challenge I'm wicked I-C-K icked And I twist a twisted From coast to coast I brag and boast I'm better than most insufficient I got that good love That goody goody good love That poody poody pusha Slick talkin' sista to any nigga that wanna get with her Don't ever diss her M dot S E And let me stop playin' with y'all motha fuckas This aint no rap record get back to the hook |
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Yo, what some more feel like Dem know seh when dem see Missy Elliott and Vybz Kartel Dem career nuh start well, gunshot send dem to hell, forty five askel WOO!!! HA!!!! Sak Passe?!!! WOO WOO WOO WOO!!! HA!!! AHHH!!!!! What dem do dem rude badman (Badman) Dem nuh want mi shoot badman (Badman) Tell dem, dem be one dead man (Badman) If dem boy play badman Smash di place, smash di place, smash di place, smash di place (WOO!!!) Smash di place, smash di place, smash di place, smash di place (HA!!!) What dem do dem rude bad gal (Bad gal) Dem get shot dem play bad gal (Bad gal) Body drop dem not bad gall (WOO!!!) When dem stop gimme pop bad girl (HA!!!!) Knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out Knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out Drums!!!! WOO!!! Drums!!! [Verse 2: Vybz Kartel (Missy Elliott)] Like a nozzle plus a hippie, yeah, Vybz Kartel and Missy, yeah Playa hater punk a get kicked until dem dizzy If yuh real badman nuh fraid fi buss gun (WOO!!!) When mi a come up don't stand up just run Mi mek blood stain fi get a custom (BLOCKA BLOCKA!!!!) First serve to first come (HA!!!!) AK rifle this mi long gun Magnum four four caliber mi hand gun One shot shift dock couple plane land down (HA!!!!) Bulletproof buss up like a condom General real badman, we a di general real badman Decorated with hearts of metal, we have a hand that's made of metal General real badman, we a di general real badman Decorated with hearts of metal, we have a hand that's made of metal Yes! Smash di place, smash di place, WOO!!! (Forty five askel) (Ho!) Some bad mi nuh like to play Dem nuh worry mi when they say They nuh like mi mi nuh like they I be wilder than Tim McVeigh Fuck 'em all and that's what I say Now I see that it ain't easy Everyone plays a part in our day Humpty Dumpty we need every piece play Some people are rude on the low though They gonna get shook to the floor (WOO!!!) Some people are rude on the low though They gonna get hurt lot more (Yes) Some people are rude on the low though Gonna get hit to the floor (Drums!!!) HA!!! Fire baby!!! Dem nuh want test I dem die, bwoy mi know I dem try Smash it up see mi nickel plated nine Buck dem buck dem straight to mi eye Buck dem down, buck dem down... |
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