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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World (1999)
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Now see, the one thing I like about the niggas Is that they can fess up to one of they boys That they been sleepin' wit' the same chick, and laugh about it But see, a woman, could never admit to another woman That she been sleepin' wit' her man Cuz if that ever happened to me I would call your house and be like, yo Don't you gotta man Why you fuckin' wit' mine See, I been through bad times Get yo' mind off mines You must be lonely Why you messin' wit' me But it won't be easy To get my baby [Missy |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World [Amended Version] (1999)
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Now see, the one thing I like about the niggas Is that they can fess up to one of they boys That they been sleepin' wit' the same chick, and laugh about it But see, a woman, could never admit to another woman That she been sleepin' wit' her man Cuz if that ever happened to me I would call your house and be like, yo Don't you gotta man Why you fuckin' wit' mine See, I been through bad times Get yo' mind off mines You must be lonely Why you messin' wit' me But it won't be easy To get my baby [Missy |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World+Supa Dupa Fly (2008)
[Missy]
Now see, the one thing I like about the niggas Is that they can fess up to one of they boys That they been sleepin' wit' the same chick, and laugh about it But see, a woman, could never admit to another woman That she been sleepin' wit' her man Cuz if that ever happened to me I would call your house and be like, yo Don't you gotta man Why you fuckin' wit' mine See, I been through bad times Get yo' mind off mines You must be lonely Why you messin' wit' me But it won't be easy To get my baby [Missy |
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from Missy Elliott - Miss E...So Addictive [Amended Version] (2001)
Missy] Read between the lines Ecstacy, a place of fullfillment and fantasies Were your dreams become reality's Mhm, ecstacy It enhances your most inner desire to become more free with your guts and feelings E-E-E-ecstacy 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 you're time My love is so divine, it feels like I'm on.. [Chorus: Missy] Ecstacy, I'm willing, to do the things I said I wouldn't do On ecstacy, the feeling makes me feel like I'm in love with you [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] Oh it feels like I'm on, ecstacy Everybody jump in and do something Feel so free, I feel like making love to you So what you wanna do? (AHH.. ahhh.. AHH!) Ecstacy, everybody jump in and do something Feel so free, I feel like making love to you So what you wanna do? (AHH.. ahhh.. AHH!) [Chorus |
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from Missy Elliott - Miss E... So Addictive (2001)
Boy let me free your mind, let's 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... *Ecstaacyy, I'm willing, to do all the things I said I wouldn't do, on... Ecstaacyy, the feeling, makes me feel like I'm in love with you Boy look into my eyes, I'm so energized Make it last long time, touch meeeee Everything feels sweet, my body feel your breeze Up against me, it feels like I'm on ... * Repeat (Oh it feels like I'm on) Ecstaacyy, I feel like I can, jump in and do something Feel so free, I feel like makin love to you So what you wanna do? (AHH..ahhh..AHH!) Ecstaacyy, I feel like I can, jump in and do something Feel so free, Ifeel like I'm in love with you So what you wanna doooo? * Repeat |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Explicit Version] (2002)
Pick up your phone I'm on the request line[Scratching] This is a Missy Elliott one time exclusive [Chorus] Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it It's (I put thing down, flip and reverse it)*Backwards 2x* If you got a big [elephant], let me search it To find out how hard I gotta work ya It's (I put thing down, flip and reverse it)*Backwards 2x* [Verse 1] 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 ova 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 you won't cha Go downtown and eat it like a vulcha See my hips and my tips don't cha See my ass and my lips don't cha Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya This the kinda beat that go bha 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 wata Boy oh boy its good to know ya [repeat chorus] [verse 2] If you're a fly gyal, then get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy lift it up, lets make a toasta Lets get drunk, its gon bring us closa Don't I look like a HalleBerry posta? See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya Girlfriend wanna be like me neva You won't find a bitch that's even betta I make it hot as Las Vegas weatha Listen up close while I take you backwards (Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards)*Backwards* I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want I love your braids and your mouth full of fonts Love the way my ass bump bump bump bump bump bump Keep your eyes on my bump bump bump bump bump And think you can handle this ga-dunk ga-dunk dunk Take my thong off and my ass go boom Cut the lights off so you see what I can do [repeat chorus] [verse 3] Boys, boys, all type of boys Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys ???? thanga thang, ???? thanga thang Girls, girls, get that cash If its not a foul shakin that ass Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang Just make sure you ahead of tha game Just cuz I got a lot of fame supa Prince couldn't get me change my name howpa Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no se Picture black sayin oh yesa massa Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor Minute man big red can outlast ya Who is the best, I don't have to ask ya When I come out, you won't even matta Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh So you act dumb like ughhh, duh And the drummer boy go pa rum pum pum pum Give ya some some, some of this in a bun [repeat chorus] To my fellas, ooooh Good God, I like the way you work that [scratching] To my ladies, woo You sure know how to work that, good God |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Edited Version] (2002)
[Scratching]DJ please Pick up your phone I'm on the request line[Scratching] This is a Missy Elliott one time exclusive [Chorus] Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it It's (I put thing down, flip and reverse it)*Backwards 2x* If you got a big [elephant], let me search it To find out how hard I gotta work ya It's (I put thing down, flip and reverse it)*Backwards 2x* [Verse 1] 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 ova 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 you won't cha Go downtown and eat it like a vulcha See my hips and my tips don't cha See my ass and my lips don't cha Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya This the kinda beat that go bha 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 wata Boy oh boy its good to know ya [repeat chorus] [verse 2] If you're a fly gyal, then get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy lift it up, lets make a toasta Lets get drunk, its gon bring us closa Don't I look like a HalleBerry posta? See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya Girlfriend wanna be like me neva You won't find a bitch that's even betta I make it hot as Las Vegas weatha Listen up close while I take you backwards (Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards)*Backwards* I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want I love your braids and your mouth full of fonts Love the way my ass bump bump bump bump bump bump Keep your eyes on my bump bump bump bump bump And think you can handle this ga-dunk ga-dunk dunk Take my thong off and my ass go boom Cut the lights off so you see what I can do [repeat chorus] [verse 3] Boys, boys, all type of boys Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys ???? thanga thang, ???? thanga thang Girls, girls, get that cash If its not a foul shakin that ass Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang Just make sure you ahead of tha game Just cuz I got a lot of fame supa Prince couldn't get me change my name howpa Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no se Picture black sayin oh yesa massa Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor Minute man big red can outlast ya Who is the best, I don't have to ask ya When I come out, you won't even matta Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh So you act dumb like ughhh, duh And the drummer boy go pa rum pum pum pum Give ya some some, some of this in a bun [repeat chorus] To my fellas, ooooh Good God, I like the way you work that [scratching] To my ladies, woo You sure know how to work that, good God |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction (2002)
Pick up your phone I'm on the request line[Scratching] This is a Missy Elliott one time exclusive [Chorus] Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it It's (I put thing down, flip and reverse it)*Backwards 2x* If you got a big [elephant], let me search it To find out how hard I gotta work ya It's (I put thing down, flip and reverse it)*Backwards 2x* [Verse 1] 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 ova 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 you won't cha Go downtown and eat it like a vulcha See my hips and my tips don't cha See my ass and my lips don't cha Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya This the kinda beat that go bha 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 wata Boy oh boy its good to know ya [repeat chorus] [verse 2] If you're a fly gyal, then get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy lift it up, lets make a toasta Lets get drunk, its gon bring us closa Don't I look like a HalleBerry posta? See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya Girlfriend wanna be like me neva You won't find a bitch that's even betta I make it hot as Las Vegas weatha Listen up close while I take you backwards (Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards)*Backwards* I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want I love your braids and your mouth full of fonts Love the way my ass bump bump bump bump bump bump Keep your eyes on my bump bump bump bump bump And think you can handle this ga-dunk ga-dunk dunk Take my thong off and my ass go boom Cut the lights off so you see what I can do [repeat chorus] [verse 3] Boys, boys, all type of boys Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys ???? thanga thang, ???? thanga thang Girls, girls, get that cash If its not a foul shakin that ass Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang Just make sure you ahead of tha game Just cuz I got a lot of fame supa Prince couldn't get me change my name howpa Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no se Picture black sayin oh yesa massa Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor Minute man big red can outlast ya Who is the best, I don't have to ask ya When I come out, you won't even matta Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh So you act dumb like ughhh, duh And the drummer boy go pa rum pum pum pum Give ya some some, some of this in a bun [repeat chorus] To my fellas, ooooh Good God, I like the way you work that [scratching] To my ladies, woo You sure know how to work that, good God |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction (2002)
Pick up your phone I'm on the request line[Scratching] This is a Missy Elliott one time exclusive [Chorus] Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it It's (I put thing down, flip and reverse it)*Backwards 2x* If you got a big [elephant], let me search it To find out how hard I gotta work ya It's (I put thing down, flip and reverse it)*Backwards 2x* [Verse 1] 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 ova 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 you won't cha Go downtown and eat it like a vulcha See my hips and my tips don't cha See my ass and my lips don't cha Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya This the kinda beat that go bha 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 wata Boy oh boy its good to know ya [repeat chorus] [verse 2] If you're a fly gyal, then get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy lift it up, lets make a toasta Lets get drunk, its gon bring us closa Don't I look like a HalleBerry posta? See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya Girlfriend wanna be like me neva You won't find a bitch that's even betta I make it hot as Las Vegas weatha Listen up close while I take you backwards (Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards)*Backwards* I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want I love your braids and your mouth full of fonts Love the way my ass bump bump bump bump bump bump Keep your eyes on my bump bump bump bump bump And think you can handle this ga-dunk ga-dunk dunk Take my thong off and my ass go boom Cut the lights off so you see what I can do [repeat chorus] [verse 3] Boys, boys, all type of boys Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys ???? thanga thang, ???? thanga thang Girls, girls, get that cash If its not a foul shakin that ass Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang Just make sure you ahead of tha game Just cuz I got a lot of fame supa Prince couldn't get me change my name howpa Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no se Picture black sayin oh yesa massa Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor Minute man big red can outlast ya Who is the best, I don't have to ask ya When I come out, you won't even matta Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh So you act dumb like ughhh, duh And the drummer boy go pa rum pum pum pum Give ya some some, some of this in a bun [repeat chorus] To my fellas, ooooh Good God, I like the way you work that [scratching] To my ladies, woo You sure know how to work that, good God |
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from Missy Elliott - Work It [single] (2002)
DJ, please pick up your phone
I'm on the request line This is a Missy Elliott one-time exclusive (Come on) Is it worth it, let me work it I put my bang down, flip it and reverse it It's your fremme neppa venette It's your fremme neppa venette If you got a big ***, let me search it And find out how hard I gotta work ya It's your fremme neppa venette It's your fremme neppa venette I'd like to get to know ya so I could show ya Put the p**** on ya like I told ya Gimme all your numbers so I could phone ya Your girl actin' stank then call me over Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa Phone 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 a** and my lips, don't ya Lost a few pounds and my whips 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 Is it worth it, let me work it I put my bang down, flip it and reverse it It's your fremme neppa venette It's your fremme neppa venette If you got a big ***, let me search it And find out how hard I gotta work ya It's your fremme neppa venette It's your fremme neppa venette (Come on) 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 gon' bring us closer Don't I look like a Halle Berry poster See the Belvedere playin' tricks on ya Girlfriend wanna be like me, never You won't find a b**** that's even better I make you hot as Las Vegas weather Listen up close while I take it backwards I'm not a prostitute, but I could give you what you want I love your braids and your mouth full of floss Love the way my a** go bum-bum-bum-bum Keep your eyes on my bum-bum-bum-bum-bum And think you can handle this gadong-a-dong-dong Take my thong off and my a** go vroom Cut the lights off so you see what I could do Is it worth it, let me work it I put my bang down, flip it and reverse it It's your fremme neppa venette It's your fremme neppa venette If you got a big ***, let me search it And find out how hard I gotta work ya It's your fremme neppa venette It's your fremme neppa venette (Come on) 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 Girl, girl, get that cash If it's 9 to 5 or shakin' your a** Ain't no shame, ladies do your thang Just make sure you ahead of the game Just 'cause I got a lot of fame supa Prince couldn't get me change my name papa Kunta Kinte a slave again, no sir Picture black sayin', "Oh, yes a master" Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor Minnie Me and Big Ren can out last ya Who is the best, I don't have to ask ya When I come out you won't even matter Why you act dumb like "Uh, duh" So you act dumb like "Uh, duh" As the drummer boy go ba-rom-pop-pom-pom Give you some-some-some of this Cinnabun Is it worth it, let me work it I put my bang down, flip it and reverse it It's your fremme neppa venette It's your fremme neppa venette If you got a big ***, let me search it And find out how hard I gotta work ya It's your fremme neppa venette It's your fremme neppa venette (Come on) To my fellas I like the way you work that To my ladies You sure know how to work that |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Explicit Version] (2002)
DJ please, pick up your phone
I'm on the request line This is a Missy Elliott one time exclusive (C'mon, c'mon) *Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it Its your fremme neppa vetnette(*2) If you got a big [elephant], let me search it To find out how hard I gotta work it Its your fremme neppa vetnette Now Missy she too much for me (I'm freaky) She took me to to the crib man, she told me (eat me) Now my babymama I told her ass not to beat me Her broke ass wanna fight, Missy know how to treat me 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 magicstick, 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>> 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 whiffs for ya This the kinda beat that go ra-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 * Repeat If you're a fly gyal, 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" - 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 ra-bump ba-bump bump Keep your eyes on my ra-bump ba-bump bump And think you can handle this ga-donk ah-donk donk Take my thong off and my ass go boom Cut the lights off so you see what I can do * Repeat Boys, boys, all type of boys Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys wang thang thanga thanga thanga thang(*2) 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 madd dumb 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 * Repeat To my fellas, ooooh Good God, I like the way you work that {*scratching*} To my ladies, woo You sure know how to work that, good God |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Explicit Version] (2002)
DJ, please pick up your phone
I'm on the request line This is a Missy Elliott one-time exclusive (Come on) Is it worth it? Let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it <i>Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I</i> If you got a big [!], let me search it And find out how hard I gotta work ya <i>Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I</i> I'd like to get to know ya so I could show ya Put the pussy on ya like I told ya Gimme all your numbers so I could phone ya Your girl actin' stank then call me over Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa Phone 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 whips 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 Is it worth it? Let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it <i>Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I</i> If you got a big [!], let me search it And find out how hard I gotta work ya <i>Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I</i> (Come on) 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 gon' bring us closer Don't I look like a Halle Berry poster? See the Belvedere playin' tricks on ya Girlfriend wanna be like me, never You won't find a bitch that's even better I make you hot as Las Vegas weather Listen up close while I take it backwards <i>Sdawkcab ti ekat I elihw esolc pu netsil</i> I'm not a prostitute, but I could give you what you want I love your braids and your mouth full of floss Love the way my ass go bum-bum-bum-bum Keep your eyes on my bum-bum-bum-bum-bum And think you can handle this gadong-a-dong-dong Take my thong off and my ass go vroom Cut the lights off so you see what I could do Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it <i>Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I</i> If you got a big [!], let me search it And find out how hard I gotta work ya <i>Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I</i> 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 Girl, girl, get that cash If it's 9 to 5 or shakin' your ass Ain't no shame, ladies do your thang Just make sure you ahead of the game Just 'cause I got a lot of fame supa Prince couldn't get me change my name papa Kunta Kinte a slave again, no sir Picture black sayin', "Oh, yes a master" Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor <i>(Whoa!)</i> Minnie Me and Big Ren can out last ya <i>(Whoa!)</i> Who is the best, I don't have to ask ya (<i>Whoa!</i>) When I come out you won't even matter Why you act dumb like "Uh, duh" So you act dumb like "Uh, duh" As the drummer boy go ba-rom-pop-pom-pom Give you some-some-some of this Cinnabun Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it <i>Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I</i> If you got a big [!], let me search it And find out how hard I gotta work ya <i>Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I Ti esrever dna ti plif, nwod gnith ym tup I</i> (Come on) To my fellas I like the way you work that To my ladies You sure know how to work that * "I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it" tocado ao contrário ** "Watch the way Missy likes to take it backwards" tocado ao contrário |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Edited Version] (2002)
[Scratching]DJ please Pick up your phone I'm on the request line[Scratching] This is a Missy Elliott one time exclusive [Chorus] Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it It's (I put thing down, flip and reverse it)*Backwards 2x* If you got a big [elephant], let me search it To find out how hard I gotta work ya It's (I put thing down, flip and reverse it)*Backwards 2x* [Verse 1] 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 ova 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 you won't cha Go downtown and eat it like a vulcha See my hips and my tips don't cha See my ass and my lips don't cha Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya This the kinda beat that go bha 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 wata Boy oh boy its good to know ya [repeat chorus] [verse 2] If you're a fly gyal, then get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy lift it up, lets make a toasta Lets get drunk, its gon bring us closa Don't I look like a HalleBerry posta? See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya Girlfriend wanna be like me neva You won't find a bitch that's even betta I make it hot as Las Vegas weatha Listen up close while I take you backwards (Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards)*Backwards* I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want I love your braids and your mouth full of fonts Love the way my ass bump bump bump bump bump bump Keep your eyes on my bump bump bump bump bump And think you can handle this ga-dunk ga-dunk dunk Take my thong off and my ass go boom Cut the lights off so you see what I can do [repeat chorus] [verse 3] Boys, boys, all type of boys Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys ???? thanga thang, ???? thanga thang Girls, girls, get that cash If its not a foul shakin that ass Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang Just make sure you ahead of tha game Just cuz I got a lot of fame supa Prince couldn't get me change my name howpa Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no se Picture black sayin oh yesa massa Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor Minute man big red can outlast ya Who is the best, I don't have to ask ya When I come out, you won't even matta Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh So you act dumb like ughhh, duh And the drummer boy go pa rum pum pum pum Give ya some some, some of this in a bun [repeat chorus] To my fellas, ooooh Good God, I like the way you work that [scratching] To my ladies, woo You sure know how to work that, good God |
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from Hip Hop Grove - Shut Up (2004)
Pick up your phone I'm on the request line[Scratching] This is a Missy Elliott one time exclusive [Chorus] Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it It's (I put thing down, flip and reverse it)*Backwards 2x* If you got a big [elephant], let me search it To find out how hard I gotta work ya It's (I put thing down, flip and reverse it)*Backwards 2x* [Verse 1] 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 ova 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 you won't cha Go downtown and eat it like a vulcha See my hips and my tips don't cha See my ass and my lips don't cha Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya This the kinda beat that go bha 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 wata Boy oh boy its good to know ya [repeat chorus] [verse 2] If you're a fly gyal, then get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy lift it up, lets make a toasta Lets get drunk, its gon bring us closa Don't I look like a HalleBerry posta? See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya Girlfriend wanna be like me neva You won't find a bitch that's even betta I make it hot as Las Vegas weatha Listen up close while I take you backwards (Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards)*Backwards* I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want I love your braids and your mouth full of fonts Love the way my ass bump bump bump bump bump bump Keep your eyes on my bump bump bump bump bump And think you can handle this ga-dunk ga-dunk dunk Take my thong off and my ass go boom Cut the lights off so you see what I can do [repeat chorus] [verse 3] Boys, boys, all type of boys Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys ???? thanga thang, ???? thanga thang Girls, girls, get that cash If its not a foul shakin that ass Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang Just make sure you ahead of tha game Just cuz I got a lot of fame supa Prince couldn't get me change my name howpa Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no se Picture black sayin oh yesa massa Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor Minute man big red can outlast ya Who is the best, I don't have to ask ya When I come out, you won't even matta Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh So you act dumb like ughhh, duh And the drummer boy go pa rum pum pum pum Give ya some some, some of this in a bun [repeat chorus] To my fellas, ooooh Good God, I like the way you work that [scratching] To my ladies, woo You sure know how to work that, good God |
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from Ciara - Fantasy Ride (2009)
When the song come on in the club
Put it up, put it up, put it up Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up (Rewind!) When the song come on in the club Put it up, put it up, put it up Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, (let's go!) The dance train is coming back again Extravaganza, you should run and tell a friend Kings and queens are posted at the bar Buckin' down, it's time to tip it off Walk that walk (walk) Show me how you move it Can you walk that talk (talk) Put some snap into it It's your chance now Girl you better dance now It's your time to show it all The spotlight is on you, you better... Work work work work Work work work work Work work work work Work work bitch, you better work! Work work work work Work work work work Work work work work Work work bitch, you better work! You better shake that thang like a donkey And go hard for it bitch, you better work You better swing from a paw like a monkey And go hard for it, you better work 'Cause big girls get down on the flo' And make it jiggle, jiggle, jiggle you ain't know Ain't no shame, it's the name of game Now everybody down to the flo', here we go We got the rhythm of the be-be-beat We got the rhythm of the beat We got the rhythm of the hands Let's get the rhythm of the feet Jump in, jump out Jump in, jump out Jump in, jump out Jump in, jump out (here we go!) Walk that walk (walk) Show me how you move it Can you walk that talk (talk) Put some snap into it It's your chance now Girl you better dance now It's your time to show it all The spotlight is on you, you better... Work work work work Work work work work Work work work work Work work bitch, you better work! Work work work work Work work work work Work work work work Work work bitch, you better work! When the song come on in the club Put it up, put it up, put it up Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up When th |
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from Ciara - Work [single] (2009)
When the song come on in the club
Put it up put it up put it up Turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it up When the song come on in the club Put it up put it up put it up Turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it up let's go The dance train is coming back again Extravaganza you should run and tell a friend Kings and queens are posted at the bar Buckin down it's time to tip it off Walk that walk walk Show me how you move it Can you walk that talk talk Put some snap into it It's your chance now Girl you better dance now It's your time to show it all The spotlight is on you you better Work work work work Work work work work Work work work work Work work bitch you better work Work work work work Work work work work Work work work work Work work bitch you better work You better shake that thang like a donkey And go hard for it bitch you better work You better swing from a paw like a monkey And go hard for it you better work Cause big girls get down on the flo And make it jiggle jiggle jiggle you ain't know Ain't no shame it's the name of game Now everybody down to the flo here we go We got the rhythm of the be be beat We got the rhythm of the beat We got the rhythm of the hands Let's get the rhythm of the feet Jump in jump out Jump in jump out Jump in jump out Jump in jump out here we go Walk that walk walk Show me how you move it Can you walk that talk talk Put some snap into it It's your chance now Girl you better dance now It's your time to show it all The spotlight is on you you better Work work work work Work work work work Work work work work Work work bitch you better work Work work work work Work work work work Work work work work Work work bitch you better work When the song come on in the club Put it up put it up put it up Turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it up let's go When the song start to play tell the DJ Back it up And if you want the danceflo you tell the DJ Back it up This your jam this your joy Hey Mr DJ back it up This that new Ciara go holla at the DJ Back it up Now drop down everybody in a club drop down Jiggle that jiggle that Till it drop till it drop till it drop all the way all the way down to the ground We in a club in a club don't stop When the song come on don't stop Me and Ci be on dessert All the ladies on the flo you better work be a fight in this club A fight in this club so get into my mug Get into my mug Get buck get buck Get buck get buck Get buck get buck Get buck get buck I bet ya can't do it like me like me I bet ya can't do it like me me me I bet ya can't do it like me like me I bet ya can't do it like me me me Get some get some Get buck get buck Get some get some Get buck get buck Work Work work work work Work work work work Work work work work Work work bitch you better work Work work work work Work work work work Work work work work Work work bitch you better work Bitch you better work Bitch you better work Bitch you better work Ow Work |
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from Ciara - The Ciara Mini Collection (iTunes Exclusive EP) (2009)
When the song come on in the club
Put it up put it up put it up Turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it up When the song come on in the club Put it up put it up put it up Turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it up let's go The dance train is coming back again Extravaganza you should run and tell a friend Kings and queens are posted at the bar Buckin down it's time to tip it off Walk that walk walk Show me how you move it Can you walk that talk talk Put some snap into it It's your chance now Girl you better dance now It's your time to show it all The spotlight is on you you better Work work work work Work work work work Work work work work Work work bitch you better work Work work work work Work work work work Work work work work Work work bitch you better work You better shake that thang like a donkey And go hard for it bitch you better work You better swing from a paw like a monkey And go hard for it you better work Cause big girls get down on the flo And make it jiggle jiggle jiggle you ain't know Ain't no shame it's the name of game Now everybody down to the flo here we go We got the rhythm of the be be beat We got the rhythm of the beat We got the rhythm of the hands Let's get the rhythm of the feet Jump in jump out Jump in jump out Jump in jump out Jump in jump out here we go Walk that walk walk Show me how you move it Can you walk that talk talk Put some snap into it It's your chance now Girl you better dance now It's your time to show it all The spotlight is on you you better Work work work work Work work work work Work work work work Work work bitch you better work Work work work work Work work work work Work work work work Work work bitch you better work When the song come on in the club Put it up put it up put it up Turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it up let's go When the song start to play tell the DJ Back it up And if you want the danceflo you tell the DJ Back it up This your jam this your joy Hey Mr DJ back it up This that new Ciara go holla at the DJ Back it up Now drop down everybody in a club drop down Jiggle that jiggle that Till it drop till it drop till it drop all the way all the way down to the ground We in a club in a club don't stop When the song come on don't stop Me and Ci be on dessert All the ladies on the flo you better work be a fight in this club A fight in this club so get into my mug Get into my mug Get buck get buck Get buck get buck Get buck get buck Get buck get buck I bet ya can't do it like me like me I bet ya can't do it like me me me I bet ya can't do it like me like me I bet ya can't do it like me me me Get some get some Get buck get buck Get some get some Get buck get buck Work Work work work work Work work work work Work work work work Work work bitch you better work Work work work work Work work work work Work work work work Work work bitch you better work Bitch you better work Bitch you better work Bitch you better work Ow Work |
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from Ciara - Fantasy Ride (Digital Deluxe non-iTunes) (2009)
When the song come on in the club
Put it up put it up put it up Turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it up When the song come on in the club Put it up put it up put it up Turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it up let's go The dance train is coming back again Extravaganza you should run and tell a friend Kings and queens are posted at the bar Buckin down it's time to tip it off Walk that walk walk Show me how you move it Can you walk that talk talk Put some snap into it It's your chance now Girl you better dance now It's your time to show it all The spotlight is on you you better Work work work work Work work work work Work work work work Work work bitch you better work Work work work work Work work work work Work work work work Work work bitch you better work You better shake that thang like a donkey And go hard for it bitch you better work You better swing from a paw like a monkey And go hard for it you better work Cause big girls get down on the flo And make it jiggle jiggle jiggle you ain't know Ain't no shame it's the name of game Now everybody down to the flo here we go We got the rhythm of the be be beat We got the rhythm of the beat We got the rhythm of the hands Let's get the rhythm of the feet Jump in jump out Jump in jump out Jump in jump out Jump in jump out here we go Walk that walk walk Show me how you move it Can you walk that talk talk Put some snap into it It's your chance now Girl you better dance now It's your time to show it all The spotlight is on you you better Work work work work Work work work work Work work work work Work work bitch you better work Work work work work Work work work work Work work work work Work work bitch you better work When the song come on in the club Put it up put it up put it up Turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it up let's go When the song start to play tell the DJ Back it up And if you want the danceflo you tell the DJ Back it up This your jam this your joy Hey Mr DJ back it up This that new Ciara go holla at the DJ Back it up Now drop down everybody in a club drop down Jiggle that jiggle that Till it drop till it drop till it drop all the way all the way down to the ground We in a club in a club don't stop When the song come on don't stop Me and Ci be on dessert All the ladies on the flo you better work be a fight in this club A fight in this club so get into my mug Get into my mug Get buck get buck Get buck get buck Get buck get buck Get buck get buck I bet ya can't do it like me like me I bet ya can't do it like me me me I bet ya can't do it like me like me I bet ya can't do it like me me me Get some get some Get buck get buck Get some get some Get buck get buck Work Work work work work Work work work work Work work work work Work work bitch you better work Work work work work Work work work work Work work work work Work work bitch you better work Bitch you better work Bitch you better work Bitch you better work Ow Work |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
I know there somebody out there who had a nasty
nasty friend who wanna go around humping everybody Can I get a hoe? You know what I'm saying? So I'ma talk about this one I had a fewa years ago I had a friend named Cutie Tootie Tootie turned tricks to get some Gucci Known as loose bootie Truly, she was a freak in the evenin And if she wasn't teasin, then give me one reason Why she do dat? Always knew dat She was hot as da nectar Hector said he pecked her, direspected her Cause he bang bang swang in his dingalang Broke his back long range And make the ugly bitch sing *Oooh oooh Why you hurtin me? Tell me why more Oooh oooh Oooh oooh Why you hurtin me? Tell me why more Oooh oooh Cutie Tootie with her sight And if she humped Ralph She humped Bobby, Ricky and Mike Tight, is the way she wore her dresses Has she learned her lesson From all the dick testing Now I'm guessing She's laying in a casket In a yellow basket For a Gucci jacket Daggit, I wish she didn't do those nasty things Cause he made the ugly bitch sing * Repeat Tootie didn't know the facts of life Staying up in clinics Loosy bootie made trife Feeling, she got the heeby geebies Quick to give you freebies Underneath the staircase in Brooklyn Neighbors out the window sure was lookin She greasy like chicken I don't give a cotton pick and She can do her thing Cause me and her don't hang The ugly bitch sang * Repeat So you know what? This should be a lesson for anybody who's hanging with someone who's dirty, nasty, stank Once again going around humping everybody Everybody and anybody and anything That's why you make the ugly bitch sing |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly [Amended Version] (1997)
Missy Talking: I know there somebody out there who had a nasty nasty friend who wanna go around humping everybody Can I get a hoe? You know what I'm saying? So I'ma talk about this one I had a fewa years ago Verse One: I had a friend named Cutie Tootie Tootie turned tricks to get some Gucci Known as loose bootie Truly she was a freak in the evenin And if she wasn't teasin then give me one reason Why she do dat? Always knew dat She was hot as da nectar Hector said he pecked her, direspected her Cause he bang bang swang in his dingalang Broke his back long range And make the ugly bitch sing Chorus: Oooh oooh Why you hurtin me? Tell me why more Oooh oooh Oooh oooh Why you hurtin me? Tell me why more Oooh oooh Verse Two: Cutie Tootie with her sight And if she humped Ralph She humped Bobby, Ricky and Mike Tight, is the way she wore her dresses Has she learned her lesson From all the dick testing Now I'm guessing She's laying in a casket In a yellow basket For a Gucci jacket Daggit, I wish she didn't do those nasty things Cause he made the ugly bitch sing Chorus Verse Three: Tootie didn't know the facts of life Staying up in clinics Loosy bootie made trife Feeling, she got the heeby geebies Quick to give you freebies Underneath the staircase in Brooklyn Neighbors out the window sure was lookin She greasy like chicken I don't give a cotton pick and She can do her thing Cause me and her don't hang The ugly bitch sang Chorus Missy Talking: So you know what? This should be a lesson for anybody who's hanging with someone who's dirty, nasty, stank Once again going around humping everybody Everybody and anybody and anything That's why you make the ugly bitch sing |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World+Supa Dupa Fly (2008)
Missy Talking:
I know there somebody out there who had a nasty nasty friend who wanna go around humping everybody Can I get a hoe? You know what I'm saying? So I'ma talk about this one I had a fewa years ago Verse One: I had a friend named Cutie Tootie Tootie turned tricks to get some Gucci Known as loose bootie Truly she was a freak in the evenin And if she wasn't teasin then give me one reason Why she do dat? Always knew dat She was hot as da nectar Hector said he pecked her, direspected her Cause he bang bang swang in his dingalang Broke his back long range And make the ugly bitch sing Chorus: Oooh oooh Why you hurtin me? Tell me why more Oooh oooh Oooh oooh Why you hurtin me? Tell me why more Oooh oooh Verse Two: Cutie Tootie with her sight And if she humped Ralph She humped Bobby, Ricky and Mike Tight, is the way she wore her dresses Has she learned her lesson From all the dick testing Now I'm guessing She's laying in a casket In a yellow basket For a Gucci jacket Daggit, I wish she didn't do those nasty things Cause he made the ugly bitch sing Chorus Verse Three: Tootie didn't know the facts of life Staying up in clinics Loosy bootie made trife Feeling, she got the heeby geebies Quick to give you freebies Underneath the staircase in Brooklyn Neighbors out the window sure was lookin She greasy like chicken I don't give a cotton pick and She can do her thing Cause me and her don't hang The ugly bitch sang Chorus Missy Talking: So you know what? This should be a lesson for anybody who's hanging with someone who's dirty, nasty, stank Once again going around humping everybody Everybody and anybody and anything That's why you make the ugly bitch sing |
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from Any Given Sunday (애니 기븐 선데이) by Richard Horowitz [ost] (2000)
Any 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 ed 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! |
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from Pussycat Dolls - Doll Domination (2008)
[Missy Elliot and PCD:]
(Ladies) So if your dude aint actin right, you tell that dude he got to go, If that dude be clamin that he broke, you tell that dude he got to go If he wants you to stay in the house everyday and night, you tell that dude he got to go If he wants to run the streets, Then you run the streets to and you tell him he got to go Baby, Baby somebody's gonna cry tonight, Baby (baby), Baby (baby), but it won't be my tears tonight (Lets go!) So whatcha think about that, whatcha think about it, So whatcha think about that, that, that (oh baby) Tonight we're gonna switch up, I'll do you, you do me, Tonight your gonna stay home while I run the streets What do you, what do you, what do you, what do you think about that baby, What do you, what do you, what do you, what do you think about that? Baby!, Imma let you play my part, So you can feel a broken heart, Let me just talk, make sure that you call So I can say it Baby, Baby somebody's gonna cry tonight, Baby (baby), Baby (baby), but it won't be my tears tonight So whatcha think about that, whatcha think about it, So whatcha think about that, that, that (oh baby) Tonight your gonna call me a thousand times, Tonight I'mma make up a thousand lies How do you, How do you, How do you, How do you feel about that baby, How do you, How do you, How do you, How do you feel about that? Baby, Imma let you play my part, So you can feel a broken heart, Let me just talk, make sure that you call So I can say it! Baby, Baby somebody's gonna cry tonight (that's right), Baby (baby), Baby (baby), but it won't be my tears tonight, oh So whatcha think about that, (oh) whatcha think about it, (oh) So whatcha think about that, that, that (oh baby) [Missy:] Okay! Hol up, whatchu think about that, You wear the dress and I put on your slacks, Tonight I'm goin out and ain't comin back, You ain't gonna get no more pussycat, See me in the club I'm out with my girls, Do like you do when your out with your goods, Up in the club its just me and my girls Play like Katy Perry kissin on girls, Now you can't eat or sleep, And now you in the house thinking about me, And now I do what you do to me, And now I love to see you weeping Baby, Baby (baby) somebody's gonna cry tonight (somebody's gonna cry to tonight) Baby (baby), Baby (baby), but it won't be my tears tonight, oh So whatcha think about that, (oh) whatcha think about it, (tell me) So whatcha think about that, that, that (oh baby) (Oooooo baby, hey) (Ladies) So if your dude aint actin right, you tell that dude he got to go, If that dude be clamin that he broke, you tell that dude he got to go If he wants you to stay in the house everyday and night, you tell that dude he got to go If he wants to run the streets, Then you run the streets to and you tell him he got to go (baby, baby) oh baby, somebody gonna cry tonight, oh, somebody gonna cry tonight, baby! |
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from Pussycat Dolls - Doll Domination (2008)
So if your dude aint actin right You tell that dude he got to go If that dude be clamin that he broke You tell that dude he got to go If he wants you to stay in the house everyday and night You tell that dude he got to go If he wants to run the streets Then you run the streets to and you tell him he got to go Baby Baby somebody's gonna cry tonight Baby Baby but it won't be my tears tonight So whatcha think about that Whatcha think about it So whatcha think about that that that Tonight we're gonna switch up I'll do you you do me Tonight your gonna stay home while I run the streets What do you what do you what do you what do you think about that baby What do you what do you what do you what do you think about that Baby Imma let you play my part So you can feel a broken heart Let me just talk make sure that you call So I can say it Baby Baby somebody's gonna cry tonight Baby Baby but it won't be my tears tonight So whatcha think about that Whatcha think about it So whatcha think about that that that Tonight your gonna call me a thousand times Tonight I'mma make up a thousand lies How do you How do you How do you How do you feel about that baby How do you How do you How do you How do you feel about that Baby Imma let you play my part So you can feel a broken heart Let me just talk make sure that you call So I can say it Baby Baby somebody's gonna cry tonight that's right Baby Baby but it won't be my tears tonight oh So whatcha think about that Whatcha think about it So whatcha think about that that that Okay Hol up whatchu think about that You wear the dress and I put on your slacks Tonight I'm goin out and ain't comin back You ain't gonna get no more pussycat See me in the club I'm out with my girls Do like you do when your out with your goods Up in the club it's just me and my girls Play like Katy Perry kissin on girls Now you can't eat or sleep And now you in the house thinking about me And now I do what you do to me And now I love to see you weeping Baby Baby somebody's gonna cry tonight Baby Baby but it won't be my tears tonight oh So whatcha think about that Whatcha think about it whatcha think about that that that oh baby So if your dude aint actin right You tell that dude he got to go If that dude be clamin that he broke You tell that dude he got to go If he wants you to stay in the house everyday and night You tell that dude he got to go If he wants to run the streets Then you run the streets to and you tell him he got to go Baby baby Oh baby baby somebody gonna cry tonight oh somebody gonna cry tonight baby |
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from Missy Elliott - Miss E... So Addictive (2001)
Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-DUNN-dun
Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-DUNN-dun Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-DUNN-dun Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-DUNN-dun I be dippin in clubs, girls screamin, "Do you want it Timb?" Niggaz, 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.. *Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? When me come in the spot, dem wannn' 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 AHH, what they gon' say, AHH, don't wan' play RRR, get 'em in the club, AHH, smokin on hay, HEY AHH, when I'm in my ride, OH AHH, people walkin by AH AHH, pistol by my side, B-BRRR, in case dem wan' try * Repeat 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 If (?) I'm back to the Yugos Talkin that junk, you get BURRIED You don't wanna end up in the cemeTARRRRY Me and Timbaland got tracks that will KILL YOU Any other hen I got gats that will PEEL YOU Whatcha gon' say, RRR, whatcha gon' do, RRR When I'm in the club, RRR, comin for you I'm just a smooth motherfucker (aww yeah baby) (Y'all heard me?!) Ahhh Whatcha gon' say, RRR, whatcha gon' do, RRR When I'm in the club, RRR, and comin for you I'm just a smooth motherfucker * Repeat (x2) |
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from Shawnna - Worth Tha Weight (2004)
(feat. Missy Elliott)
(intro 2x) What can I do.. Cause I can't keep from drinkin this yak And I can't keep from smokin dem sacks Am I a fool What can I do.. Cause they be callin me all the time And I think I'm gonna lose my mind What can I do (verse 1) Damn... I'm fucked up again and I think I'm finna throw my guts up again But I can't move cause I'm stuck off the Gin and the Henn and Bicardi and Remy, lets hit the party its in me And I still got a fifth of sommo whiskey Tipsy, feelin real shiesty and risky Bangin a bitch if she wanna get frisky Niggaz wanna get up on the fifth lets go! Niggaz wanna get up on a O lets roll Niggaz got da 50s of da dro and they swole Put it in da Swisher finna smoke it like whoa Dont understand me I don't want a Grammy Just hand me a hand fulla goddamn whammys Fluffed out and fancy packed where dat Yancy Now ride bumpin How High in da Camry. Whoa! (chorus - Missy) Dude... I stay so high... I can't stop drinkin.. I feel like a fool am I losin my mind Baby Bubba I'm Dude... I stay so high... I can't stop drinkin.. I feel like a fool am I losin my mind (verse 2 - Shawnna) Aint gon front like I don't smoke huff Thats prob' why a muhfucka throw so rough I drink dark liquor so I think I'm tough |
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from Missy Elliott - The Cookbook [Amended Version] (2005)
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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from Missy Elliott - The Cookbook [Explicit Version] (2005)
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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from Missy Elliott - The Cookbook [Explicit Version] (2005)
My style can't be duplicated or recycled
This chick is a sick individual Sick tape, volume 2 Believe it Oh Oh Let me switsh 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 ya up from fucking all week You don't want me to show ya how freak birches act when I ain't sober Word up, I'm tore up, sho nuff I ain't scared to take it off (tell the freak to take it off) Tipsy and it feel good (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 (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 ** We run this (run this) We run this (run this) 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 better bring your ass knuckle East coast, west coast, down south Represent your coast Yeah we run this *2 Y'all don't want it Cause my coast run it (oh~) We run this shit *2 ** Wanna pull my hair Break my back For the 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, I need a back rub 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 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 mike **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 A lot of rappers say am way too 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 With a superstar I got my foot on the clutch, see me bounce my butt Misdeameanor too much and I don't give a fuck We run this (run this) We run this (run this) 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 better bring your ass knuckle We run this Oh, oh, oh Represent your coast and act like you know Know how to act before you step your two feet in the do' |
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from Missy Elliott - We Run This (2006)
My style can't be duplicated or recycled
This chick is a sick individual Sick tape, volume 2 Believe it Oh Oh Let me switsh 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 ya up from fucking all week You don't want me to show ya how freak birches act when I ain't sober Word up, I'm tore up, sho nuff I ain't scared to take it off (tell the freak to take it off) Tipsy and it feel good (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 (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 ** We run this (run this) We run this (run this) 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 better bring your ass knuckle East coast, west coast, down south Represent your coast Yeah we run this *2 Y'all don't want it Cause my coast run it (oh~) We run this shit *2 ** Wanna pull my hair Break my back For the 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, I need a back rub 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 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 mike **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 A lot of rappers say am way too 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 With a superstar I got my foot on the clutch, see me bounce my butt Misdeameanor too much and I don't give a fuck We run this (run this) We run this (run this) 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 better bring your ass knuckle We run this Oh, oh, oh Represent your coast and act like you know Know how to act before you step your two feet in the do' |
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from Missy Elliott - We Run This [single] (2006)
My style can't be duplicated or recycled
This chick is a sick individual Sick tape, volume 2 Believe it Oh Oh Let me switsh 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 ya up from fucking all week You don't want me to show ya how freak birches act when I ain't sober Word up, I'm tore up, sho nuff I ain't scared to take it off (tell the freak to take it off) Tipsy and it feel good (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 (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 ** We run this (run this) We run this (run this) 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 better bring your ass knuckle East coast, west coast, down south Represent your coast Yeah we run this *2 Y'all don't want it Cause my coast run it (oh~) We run this shit *2 ** Wanna pull my hair Break my back For the 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, I need a back rub 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 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 mike **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 A lot of rappers say am way too 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 With a superstar I got my foot on the clutch, see me bounce my butt Misdeameanor too much and I don't give a fuck We run this (run this) We run this (run this) 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 better bring your ass knuckle We run this Oh, oh, oh Represent your coast and act like you know Know how to act before you step your two feet in the do' |
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from Missy Elliott - Respect M.E. [single] (2006)
My style can't be duplicated or recycled
This chick is a sick individual Sick tape, volume 2 Believe it Oh Oh Let me switsh 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 ya up from fucking all week You don't want me to show ya how freak birches act when I ain't sober Word up, I'm tore up, sho nuff I ain't scared to take it off (tell the freak to take it off) Tipsy and it feel good (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 (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 ** We run this (run this) We run this (run this) 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 better bring your ass knuckle East coast, west coast, down south Represent your coast Yeah we run this *2 Y'all don't want it Cause my coast run it (oh~) We run this shit *2 ** Wanna pull my hair Break my back For the 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, I need a back rub 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 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 mike **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 A lot of rappers say am way too 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 With a superstar I got my foot on the clutch, see me bounce my butt Misdeameanor too much and I don't give a fuck We run this (run this) We run this (run this) 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 better bring your ass knuckle We run this Oh, oh, oh Represent your coast and act like you know Know how to act before you step your two feet in the do' |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World (1999)
We made love, now you gone
Now you don't wanna claim me no more Told your boys, you never knew You never kissed or held me in your arms How dare you even leave Me looking like I'm lying on you When you said it's all about me I believe it cuz you made believe 1 - If you did it, then you did it Boy, you don't have to lie Once you hit, then you hit it I'm no chick on the side Just forget it, gon' omit it Don't you, don't you dare try You done hit it, you done hit it More than, more than two times Repeat 1 You changed your phone, won't call me back Now I can't even get in touch with you See how you do, I never knew That you would deny this love I'm servin' you That ain't cool, I'm hatin' you Because you was the first to make the move Now you say you never knew You make your boys think that I'm some crazy fool Repeat 1 Repeat 1 You know we did it, yep we did it boy Why must you lie? I drove your whip, you picked me up You told me, meet you outside We had some blunts like what the.. Gettin' high in your ride Getting mushy, want some pussy Get your biggest supply Yeah, we did it, you was with it That was all on your mind Then you hit it, can't admit it Then you wastin' my time I won't forget it, need to quit it Put it all behind Why you did it, why you did it If you gon' have to lie Bone me, phony Sex me then you disown me Homies told me This is how all dogs will be Repeat 1 (4x) Yeah, yeah More than two times Uh, chicky chicky, uh |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World [Amended Version] (1999)
We made love, now you gone
Now you don't wanna claim me no more Told your boys, you never knew You never kissed or held me in your arms How dare you even leave Me looking like I'm lying on you When you said it's all about me I believe it cuz you made believe 1 - If you did it, then you did it Boy, you don't have to lie Once you hit, then you hit it I'm no chick on the side Just forget it, gon' omit it Don't you, don't you dare try You done hit it, you done hit it More than, more than two times Repeat 1 You changed your phone, won't call me back Now I can't even get in touch with you See how you do, I never knew That you would deny this love I'm servin' you That ain't cool, I'm hatin' you Because you was the first to make the move Now you say you never knew You make your boys think that I'm some crazy fool Repeat 1 Repeat 1 You know we did it, yep we did it boy Why must you lie? I drove your whip, you picked me up You told me, meet you outside We had some blunts like what the.. Gettin' high in your ride Getting mushy, want some pussy Get your biggest supply Yeah, we did it, you was with it That was all on your mind Then you hit it, can't admit it Then you wastin' my time I won't forget it, need to quit it Put it all behind Why you did it, why you did it If you gon' have to lie Bone me, phony Sex me then you disown me Homies told me This is how all dogs will be Repeat 1 (4x) Yeah, yeah More than two times Uh, chicky chicky, uh |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World+Supa Dupa Fly (2008)
We made love, now you gone
Now you don't wanna claim me no more Told your boys, you never knew You never kissed or held me in your arms How dare you even leave Me looking like I'm lying on you When you said it's all about me I believe it cuz you made believe 1 - If you did it, then you did it Boy, you don't have to lie Once you hit, then you hit it I'm no chick on the side Just forget it, gon' omit it Don't you, don't you dare try You done hit it, you done hit it More than, more than two times Repeat 1 You changed your phone, won't call me back Now I can't even get in touch with you See how you do, I never knew That you would deny this love I'm servin' you That ain't cool, I'm hatin' you Because you was the first to make the move Now you say you never knew You make your boys think that I'm some crazy fool Repeat 1 Repeat 1 You know we did it, yep we did it boy Why must you lie? I drove your whip, you picked me up You told me, meet you outside We had some blunts like what the.. Gettin' high in your ride Getting mushy, want some pussy Get your biggest supply Yeah, we did it, you was with it That was all on your mind Then you hit it, can't admit it Then you wastin' my time I won't forget it, need to quit it Put it all behind Why you did it, why you did it If you gon' have to lie Bone me, phony Sex me then you disown me Homies told me This is how all dogs will be Repeat 1 (4x) Yeah, yeah More than two times Uh, chicky chicky, uh |
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from Missy Elliott - This Is Not A Test! (2003)
[Missy Elliott] Eh yo Hov, tell em, hip hop betta wake up [Jay-Z] Yeah, turn the muhfuckin music up Yeah, turn the muhfuckin music up [Verse 1 Missy Elliott] Motherfuckers betta wake up, stop sellin crack to the black Hope you bought a spare for your flat Cant accept me talkin real facts Down the hill like Janet Jack, i speak what yah weak mind lacks Yah heard that Im creative to the fullest what you talkin bout Willace cause your talkin Never kill it I hear but dont fill it, down we realest Yah just weet me in the in the village Yeah im a down diva done niva Ya'll not see her he don sqeeze into a wife beater Yep im a top leader I got the Martin Luther King fever, ima feed yah what yah teacher need to breat yah Its time to get seious Black people all areas who gon' carry us it aint time to bury us Cause music be our first love, say i do lets cherish it [Chorus] If you dont gotta gun (its alright) If yah makin legal money, (its alright) If you gotta keep yah clothes on, (its alright) You aint gotta sell yah lil phone, (its alright) And yah wheels dont spin, (its alright) And you gotta wear them jeans again, (its alright) Yeah if you tried oh well, (its alright) MC's stop the beef lets sell, (its alright) [Verse 2 Missy Elliott] Hip hop betta wake up, the bed to make up Some of ya'll be faker than a dragon make-up Got issues to take up before we break up Like Electra let go miss Selida Baker I love Jocob, the jury wont fix my place up Gotta stay up, studio nice to cake up Now check my flava, rich folks is now my neighbors I got cable, now check it how i make my paper Hip hop dont sto |
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from Missy Elliott - This Is Not A Test! (2003)
Eh yo Hov, tell em, hip hop betta wake up [Jay-Z] Yeah, turn the muhfuckin music up Yeah, turn the muhfuckin music up [Verse 1 Missy Elliott] Motherfuckers betta wake up, stop sellin crack to the black Hope you bought a spare for your flat Cant accept me talkin real facts Down the hill like Janet Jack, i speak what yah weak mind lacks Yah heard that Im creative to the fullest what you talkin bout Willace cause your talkin Never kill it I hear but dont fill it, down we realest Yah just weet me in the in the village Yeah im a down diva done niva Ya'll not see her he don sqeeze into a wife beater Yep im a top leader I got the Martin Luther King fever, ima feed yah what yah teacher need to breat yah Its time to get seious Black people all areas who gon' carry us it aint time to bury us Cause music be our first love, say i do lets cherish it [Chorus] If you dont gotta gun (its alright) If yah makin legal money, (its alright) If you gotta keep yah clothes on, (its alright) You aint gotta sell yah lil phone, (its alright) And yah wheels dont spin, (its alright) And you gotta wear them jeans again, (its alright) Yeah if you tried oh well, (its alright) MC's stop the beef lets sell, (its alright) [Verse 2 Missy Elliott] Hip hop betta wake up, the bed to make up Some of ya'll be faker than a dragon make-up Got issues to take up before we break up Like Electra let go miss Selida Baker I love Jocob, the jury wont fix my place up Gotta stay up, studio nice to cake up Now check my flava, rich folks is now my neighbors I got cable, now check it how i make my paper Hip hop dont sto |
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from Missy Elliott - Wake Up [single] (2003)
Eh yo Hov, tell em, hip hop betta wake up [Jay-Z] Yeah, turn the muhfuckin music up Yeah, turn the muhfuckin music up [Verse 1 Missy Elliott] Motherfuckers betta wake up, stop sellin crack to the black Hope you bought a spare for your flat Cant accept me talkin real facts Down the hill like Janet Jack, i speak what yah weak mind lacks Yah heard that Im creative to the fullest what you talkin bout Willace cause your talkin Never kill it I hear but dont fill it, down we realest Yah just weet me in the in the village Yeah im a down diva done niva Ya'll not see her he don sqeeze into a wife beater Yep im a top leader I got the Martin Luther King fever, ima feed yah what yah teacher need to breat yah Its time to get seious Black people all areas who gon' carry us it aint time to bury us Cause music be our first love, say i do lets cherish it [Chorus] If you dont gotta gun (its alright) If yah makin legal money, (its alright) If you gotta keep yah clothes on, (its alright) You aint gotta sell yah lil phone, (its alright) And yah wheels dont spin, (its alright) And you gotta wear them jeans again, (its alright) Yeah if you tried oh well, (its alright) MC's stop the beef lets sell, (its alright) [Verse 2 Missy Elliott] Hip hop betta wake up, the bed to make up Some of ya'll be faker than a dragon make-up Got issues to take up before we break up Like Electra let go miss Selida Baker I love Jocob, the jury wont fix my place up Gotta stay up, studio nice to cake up Now check my flava, rich folks is now my neighbors I got cable, now check it how i make my paper Hip hop dont sto |
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from Missy Elliott - Wake Up [single] (2003)
Eh yo Hov, tell em, hip hop betta wake up [Jay-Z] Yeah, turn the muhfuckin music up Yeah, turn the muhfuckin music up [Verse 1 Missy Elliott] Motherfuckers betta wake up, stop sellin crack to the black Hope you bought a spare for your flat Cant accept me talkin real facts Down the hill like Janet Jack, i speak what yah weak mind lacks Yah heard that Im creative to the fullest what you talkin bout Willace cause your talkin Never kill it I hear but dont fill it, down we realest Yah just weet me in the in the village Yeah im a down diva done niva Ya'll not see her he don sqeeze into a wife beater Yep im a top leader I got the Martin Luther King fever, ima feed yah what yah teacher need to breat yah Its time to get seious Black people all areas who gon' carry us it aint time to bury us Cause music be our first love, say i do lets cherish it [Chorus] If you dont gotta gun (its alright) If yah makin legal money, (its alright) If you gotta keep yah clothes on, (its alright) You aint gotta sell yah lil phone, (its alright) And yah wheels dont spin, (its alright) And you gotta wear them jeans again, (its alright) Yeah if you tried oh well, (its alright) MC's stop the beef lets sell, (its alright) [Verse 2 Missy Elliott] Hip hop betta wake up, the bed to make up Some of ya'll be faker than a dragon make-up Got issues to take up before we break up Like Electra let go miss Selida Baker I love Jocob, the jury wont fix my place up Gotta stay up, studio nice to cake up Now check my flava, rich folks is now my neighbors I got cable, now check it how i make my paper Hip hop dont sto |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World (1999)
Baby]
Uh, what's happenin? What Uptown, New Orleans in this bitch with VA, you understand? With this hot girl, Missy Fuckin with these Uptown Guerillas, you dig? If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense Do yo' thing girl [Missy] Y'all don't wanna gimme my props? I'mma have to lick two shots on my glock Pop-pop the enemy 'till he drop Make his whole body go hibbie-to-the-hop Well I won't stop 'till I get up to the top Gotta blow any other state off the block And I got a whole lotta chedda in my pock's You better gimmie giimme five mics, gimme props Say you sick of my clique and my shit 'Cause I got a whole lotta hits and no tricks Just a bass line, few snares, few kicks Make the whole industry wanna go and bit I say you sit, we sit, I sit While I go shit on a mix like this Say you spit, I spit, we spit But you can't fuck with a nigga like this Check me out [1] - Hatin' on us but ya can't resist If you come hard, better come legit We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident If you think not, then you bound to sit Hatin' on us but ya can't resist If you come hard, better come legit We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident We gon' show you so you best believe it [Missy] Y'all don't wanna put me on front On the front page, all the shit I don' done? Now you wanna fuck around and grade my shit? Let's talk about the million niggas who bit It's only one Timothy from the V. And the whole industry goin' beep-beep Now I gotta go change up my beats So another nigga won't duplicate me Yeah I got styles, got shows, videos And my shows, it grows, it grows And I sing, I flow, I blows And I know y'all niggas know When I come swift with the one-two kick If ya got a blunt, got a light, got it lit Yeah, don't stop, won't stop, won't quit And I made 1.6 admit, check me out [Repeat 1] [B.G.] I'm that nigga that tote them AK's B.G. is what they call me I be in them project hallways Beef with me, you gon' be sorry Me and my niggas'll shut yo' block down We got K's so, put them glocks down You scared to come outside Them Hot Boys got you on lock-down This nigga here from CMB Roll with a clique about 20 deep Cause I made a mill', it don't mean I ain't gonna keep it real with my peeps All I have is thugs in my clique All my nigga's, they come off the street Now all of a sudden hoe's on my dick Cause I'm on BET and MTV [Juvenile] It ain't no secret, this nigga be project Getting paid, that's what's my object Ain't none of you nigga's gon' stop this Cause I'm 'bout makin' a profit I'm all about getting it locked, dog Don't wanna be on the block, yo Cause bitches be makin' them tye calls While I be makin' drop offs Mannie Fresh, he hooked me up too To the playa hater's I say, fuck you You needs to worry 'bout you Instead of what to not do Juvenile don' hooked up with Missy Bitches gon' hate me, bitches gon' dis me Alota you nigga's gon' miss me I'mma be here, you gon' be history [Repeat 1] [Repeat 1] [Missy] If you come hard, better come legit (Say what? Oh, ah huh) If you come hard, better come legit (Oh, uh) We gon' show you, so you best believe [Timbaland] What, uh What, what What, what What, what What, what Um hmm, Hot boys It's all gravy Missy Timbaland We out Gimme that Gimme that Oh, gimme that Gimme that Gimme that, gimme that Gimme that gimme that, gimme that Oh, yeah |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World [Amended Version] (1999)
Baby]
Uh, what's happenin? What Uptown, New Orleans in this bitch with VA, you understand? With this hot girl, Missy Fuckin with these Uptown Guerillas, you dig? If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense Do yo' thing girl [Missy] Y'all don't wanna gimme my props? I'mma have to lick two shots on my glock Pop-pop the enemy 'till he drop Make his whole body go hibbie-to-the-hop Well I won't stop 'till I get up to the top Gotta blow any other state off the block And I got a whole lotta chedda in my pock's You better gimmie giimme five mics, gimme props Say you sick of my clique and my shit 'Cause I got a whole lotta hits and no tricks Just a bass line, few snares, few kicks Make the whole industry wanna go and bit I say you sit, we sit, I sit While I go shit on a mix like this Say you spit, I spit, we spit But you can't fuck with a nigga like this Check me out [1] - Hatin' on us but ya can't resist If you come hard, better come legit We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident If you think not, then you bound to sit Hatin' on us but ya can't resist If you come hard, better come legit We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident We gon' show you so you best believe it [Missy] Y'all don't wanna put me on front On the front page, all the shit I don' done? Now you wanna fuck around and grade my shit? Let's talk about the million niggas who bit It's only one Timothy from the V. And the whole industry goin' beep-beep Now I gotta go change up my beats So another nigga won't duplicate me Yeah I got styles, got shows, videos And my shows, it grows, it grows And I sing, I flow, I blows And I know y'all niggas know When I come swift with the one-two kick If ya got a blunt, got a light, got it lit Yeah, don't stop, won't stop, won't quit And I made 1.6 admit, check me out [Repeat 1] [B.G.] I'm that nigga that tote them AK's B.G. is what they call me I be in them project hallways Beef with me, you gon' be sorry Me and my niggas'll shut yo' block down We got K's so, put them glocks down You scared to come outside Them Hot Boys got you on lock-down This nigga here from CMB Roll with a clique about 20 deep Cause I made a mill', it don't mean I ain't gonna keep it real with my peeps All I have is thugs in my clique All my nigga's, they come off the street Now all of a sudden hoe's on my dick Cause I'm on BET and MTV [Juvenile] It ain't no secret, this nigga be project Getting paid, that's what's my object Ain't none of you nigga's gon' stop this Cause I'm 'bout makin' a profit I'm all about getting it locked, dog Don't wanna be on the block, yo Cause bitches be makin' them tye calls While I be makin' drop offs Mannie Fresh, he hooked me up too To the playa hater's I say, fuck you You needs to worry 'bout you Instead of what to not do Juvenile don' hooked up with Missy Bitches gon' hate me, bitches gon' dis me Alota you nigga's gon' miss me I'mma be here, you gon' be history [Repeat 1] [Repeat 1] [Missy] If you come hard, better come legit (Say what? Oh, ah huh) If you come hard, better come legit (Oh, uh) We gon' show you, so you best believe [Timbaland] What, uh What, what What, what What, what What, what Um hmm, Hot boys It's all gravy Missy Timbaland We out Gimme that Gimme that Oh, gimme that Gimme that Gimme that, gimme that Gimme that gimme that, gimme that Oh, yeah |
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from Missy Elliott - Hot Boyz (1999)
Baby]
Uh, what's happenin? What Uptown, New Orleans in this bitch with VA, you understand? With this hot girl, Missy Fuckin with these Uptown Guerillas, you dig? If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense Do yo' thing girl [Missy] Y'all don't wanna gimme my props? I'mma have to lick two shots on my glock Pop-pop the enemy 'till he drop Make his whole body go hibbie-to-the-hop Well I won't stop 'till I get up to the top Gotta blow any other state off the block And I got a whole lotta chedda in my pock's You better gimmie giimme five mics, gimme props Say you sick of my clique and my shit 'Cause I got a whole lotta hits and no tricks Just a bass line, few snares, few kicks Make the whole industry wanna go and bit I say you sit, we sit, I sit While I go shit on a mix like this Say you spit, I spit, we spit But you can't fuck with a nigga like this Check me out [1] - Hatin' on us but ya can't resist If you come hard, better come legit We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident If you think not, then you bound to sit Hatin' on us but ya can't resist If you come hard, better come legit We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident We gon' show you so you best believe it [Missy] Y'all don't wanna put me on front On the front page, all the shit I don' done? Now you wanna fuck around and grade my shit? Let's talk about the million niggas who bit It's only one Timothy from the V. And the whole industry goin' beep-beep Now I gotta go change up my beats So another nigga won't duplicate me Yeah I got styles, got shows, videos And my shows, it grows, it grows And I sing, I flow, I blows And I know y'all niggas know When I come swift with the one-two kick If ya got a blunt, got a light, got it lit Yeah, don't stop, won't stop, won't quit And I made 1.6 admit, check me out [Repeat 1] [B.G.] I'm that nigga that tote them AK's B.G. is what they call me I be in them project hallways Beef with me, you gon' be sorry Me and my niggas'll shut yo' block down We got K's so, put them glocks down You scared to come outside Them Hot Boys got you on lock-down This nigga here from CMB Roll with a clique about 20 deep Cause I made a mill', it don't mean I ain't gonna keep it real with my peeps All I have is thugs in my clique All my nigga's, they come off the street Now all of a sudden hoe's on my dick Cause I'm on BET and MTV [Juvenile] It ain't no secret, this nigga be project Getting paid, that's what's my object Ain't none of you nigga's gon' stop this Cause I'm 'bout makin' a profit I'm all about getting it locked, dog Don't wanna be on the block, yo Cause bitches be makin' them tye calls While I be makin' drop offs Mannie Fresh, he hooked me up too To the playa hater's I say, fuck you You needs to worry 'bout you Instead of what to not do Juvenile don' hooked up with Missy Bitches gon' hate me, bitches gon' dis me Alota you nigga's gon' miss me I'mma be here, you gon' be history [Repeat 1] [Repeat 1] [Missy] If you come hard, better come legit (Say what? Oh, ah huh) If you come hard, better come legit (Oh, uh) We gon' show you, so you best believe [Timbaland] What, uh What, what What, what What, what What, what Um hmm, Hot boys It's all gravy Missy Timbaland We out Gimme that Gimme that Oh, gimme that Gimme that Gimme that, gimme that Gimme that gimme that, gimme that Oh, yeah |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World+Supa Dupa Fly (2008)
Baby]
Uh, what's happenin? What Uptown, New Orleans in this bitch with VA, you understand? With this hot girl, Missy Fuckin with these Uptown Guerillas, you dig? If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense Do yo' thing girl [Missy] Y'all don't wanna gimme my props? I'mma have to lick two shots on my glock Pop-pop the enemy 'till he drop Make his whole body go hibbie-to-the-hop Well I won't stop 'till I get up to the top Gotta blow any other state off the block And I got a whole lotta chedda in my pock's You better gimmie giimme five mics, gimme props Say you sick of my clique and my shit 'Cause I got a whole lotta hits and no tricks Just a bass line, few snares, few kicks Make the whole industry wanna go and bit I say you sit, we sit, I sit While I go shit on a mix like this Say you spit, I spit, we spit But you can't fuck with a nigga like this Check me out [1] - Hatin' on us but ya can't resist If you come hard, better come legit We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident If you think not, then you bound to sit Hatin' on us but ya can't resist If you come hard, better come legit We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident We gon' show you so you best believe it [Missy] Y'all don't wanna put me on front On the front page, all the shit I don' done? Now you wanna fuck around and grade my shit? Let's talk about the million niggas who bit It's only one Timothy from the V. And the whole industry goin' beep-beep Now I gotta go change up my beats So another nigga won't duplicate me Yeah I got styles, got shows, videos And my shows, it grows, it grows And I sing, I flow, I blows And I know y'all niggas know When I come swift with the one-two kick If ya got a blunt, got a light, got it lit Yeah, don't stop, won't stop, won't quit And I made 1.6 admit, check me out [Repeat 1] [B.G.] I'm that nigga that tote them AK's B.G. is what they call me I be in them project hallways Beef with me, you gon' be sorry Me and my niggas'll shut yo' block down We got K's so, put them glocks down You scared to come outside Them Hot Boys got you on lock-down This nigga here from CMB Roll with a clique about 20 deep Cause I made a mill', it don't mean I ain't gonna keep it real with my peeps All I have is thugs in my clique All my nigga's, they come off the street Now all of a sudden hoe's on my dick Cause I'm on BET and MTV [Juvenile] It ain't no secret, this nigga be project Getting paid, that's what's my object Ain't none of you nigga's gon' stop this Cause I'm 'bout makin' a profit I'm all about getting it locked, dog Don't wanna be on the block, yo Cause bitches be makin' them tye calls While I be makin' drop offs Mannie Fresh, he hooked me up too To the playa hater's I say, fuck you You needs to worry 'bout you Instead of what to not do Juvenile don' hooked up with Missy Bitches gon' hate me, bitches gon' dis me Alota you nigga's gon' miss me I'mma be here, you gon' be history [Repeat 1] [Repeat 1] [Missy] If you come hard, better come legit (Say what? Oh, ah huh) If you come hard, better come legit (Oh, uh) We gon' show you, so you best believe [Timbaland] What, uh What, what What, what What, what What, what Um hmm, Hot boys It's all gravy Missy Timbaland We out Gimme that Gimme that Oh, gimme that Gimme that Gimme that, gimme that Gimme that gimme that, gimme that Oh, yeah |
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from Missy Elliott - This Is Not A Test! (2003)
Lemme run up in this Pleasure Word get me some toys. Throw on this bald cap too so these mothafucka's wont know who I am. This Sha Shay, Welcome to Pleasure World, may I help you find suttin'? Hi, Umm Yeah, I was wonderin' if you carried the Tidal Waves, Butterflies, Bullets, Rabbits, Garold G-Spot, and Mega Blasters. Well we got all the rest of that stuff, but the Mega Blasters. We are clean out of Mega Blasters. Heather Hunter just came in here and brought the last ten. Don't ask me what she doin' with ten of em', but she came in here and brought the last ten. Mmmm Hmmmm...... Awww Damn, Ten. Yeah OK. Ummm, Well Lemme Get.... Wha-, Wha-, Wha-, Wha-... Hold Up, You-...You Missy Elliot? Cuz you look juss like Missy Elliot. You Missy Elliot? Nah, Nah, Nah, Chill, Chill Nah, Nah, ya'll got them same teeth, same lips, same hoop earrings. You Missy Elliot ain't cha? I ain't gon' tell nobody you in here girl! Antonio, don't this look like Missy Elliot? Huh? Come here, come here! Daaaaaamn! This Missy Elliot! I Told Ya! I Told Ya! Oh Shit! Can I get an autograph? Awww, Man! Come on, Come on. Take a picture by the Tidal Waves! Come on, look up, look up. Yeah, Yeah, You cool as shit man! Yeah! Look, thanks for shoppin' at Pleasure World and don't forget yo bag of TOYYYYYZZZZZZZZ! |
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from Missy Elliott - This Is Not A Test! (2003)
Lemme run up in this Pleasure Word get me some toys.
Throw on this bald cap too so these mothafucka's wont know who I am. This Sha Shay, Welcome to Pleasure World, may I help you find suttin'? Hi, Umm Yeah, I was wonderin' if you carried the Tidal Waves, Butterflies, Bullets, Rabbits, Garold G-Spot, and Mega Blasters. Well we got all the rest of that stuff, but the Mega Blasters. We are clean out of Mega Blasters. Heather Hunter just came in here and brought the last ten. Don't ask me what she doin' with ten of em', but she came in here and brought the last ten. Mmmm Hmmmm...... Awww Damn, Ten. Yeah OK. Ummm, Well Lemme Get.... Wha-, Wha-, Wha-, Wha-... Hold Up, You-...You Missy Elliot? Cuz you look juss like Missy Elliot. You Missy Elliot? Nah, Nah, Nah, Chill, Chill Nah, Nah, ya'll got them same teeth, same lips, same hoop earrings. You Missy Elliot ain't cha? I ain't gon' tell nobody you in here girl! Antonio, don't this look like Missy Elliot? Huh? Come here, come here! Daaaaaamn! This Missy Elliot! I Told Ya! I Told Ya! Oh Shit! Can I get an autograph? Awww, Man! Come on, Come on. Take a picture by the Tidal Waves! Come on, look up, look up. Yeah, Yeah, You cool as shit man! Yeah! Look, thanks for shoppin' at Pleasure World and don't forget yo bag of TOYYYYYZZZZZZZZ! |
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from Missy Elliott - This Is Not A Test! (2003)
Lemme run up in this Pleasure Word get me some toys.
Throw on this bald cap too so these mothafucka's wont know who I am. This Sha Shay, Welcome to Pleasure World, may I help you find suttin'? Hi, Umm Yeah, I was wonderin' if you carried the Tidal Waves, Butterflies, Bullets, Rabbits, Garold G-Spot, and Mega Blasters. Well we got all the rest of that stuff, but the Mega Blasters. We are clean out of Mega Blasters. Heather Hunter just came in here and brought the last ten. Don't ask me what she doin' with ten of em', but she came in here and brought the last ten. Mmmm Hmmmm...... Awww Damn, Ten. Yeah OK. Ummm, Well Lemme Get.... Wha-, Wha-, Wha-, Wha-... Hold Up, You-...You Missy Elliot? Cuz you look juss like Missy Elliot. You Missy Elliot? Nah, Nah, Nah, Chill, Chill Nah, Nah, ya'll got them same teeth, same lips, same hoop earrings. You Missy Elliot ain't cha? I ain't gon' tell nobody you in here girl! Antonio, don't this look like Missy Elliot? Huh? Come here, come here! Daaaaaamn! This Missy Elliot! I Told Ya! I Told Ya! Oh Shit! Can I get an autograph? Awww, Man! Come on, Come on. Take a picture by the Tidal Waves! Come on, look up, look up. Yeah, Yeah, You cool as shit man! Yeah! Look, thanks for shoppin' at Pleasure World and don't forget yo bag of TOYYYYYZZZZZZZZ! |
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from Missy Elliott - The Cookbook [Amended Version] (2005)
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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from Missy Elliott - The Cookbook [Explicit Version] (2005)
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 [Hook-2 Times] 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 [Hook-2 Times] [Rap] 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 [Talks] And let me stop playin' with y'all motha fuckas This aint no rap record get back to the hook |
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from Missy Elliott - The Cookbook [Explicit Version] (2005)
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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from Honey (허니) [ost] (2004)
(Missy)
Yeah, this one right here's for my thugs Thug loving, puttin' it down for ya little lady at the crib Thug in the streets, man under the sheets, haha, yeah (Tweet (Missy) I'm in love with a thug (whoo) I can't help it girl he treats me so good (aha) In the street he gets respect from his peers (whoo) Known for months but it feel like it's been years Aah, ahh, In a situation (come on, oh) Any guy that holler at me, it's real confrontation (aha) Thug lovin' is my baby's job occupation (yeah) And he good at what he do and great at having relation (whoo), ahh (come on) (Tweet (Missy) Thugs give good loving (oh) Whoa, you're supersonic The way he treats me different (aha) Ooh, like he bionic Yeah, he work that (yeah) I say yeah, he's so perfect (oh) (Tweet (Missy) I used to be scared of thugs (oh) I was told that thugs don't know how to love (aha) They say they beat, they cheat, they talk to girls like shit (oh) But my man respect me cos I'm down ass bitch (uh oh), ahh (come on) I wasn't anticipating (oh) That if I fell in love with a thug that I would end up dating (I like this) Instead he blew my mind and treated me like a queen (oh) He run these streets but he know how to treat me, aaha (this one right) (Tweet (Missy) Thugs give good loving (come on) Whoa, you're supersonic (aha) The way he treats me different (whoo) Ooh, like he bionic (I said) Yeah, he work that (oh, yeah) I say yeah, he's so perfect (oh, I like this) (Missy) I'm in love with a thug cos he make me feel right Wish I could explain what he make me feel like Yeah, and my friends don't like Cos he hot on the block and he be ridin' ninja bikes, yeah Let me get it sizzlin' on the mic Like an MC with no deal trying to get New York hype, yeah, oh Let me clear my windpipe Man got a pipe that I blow out every night, yeah, oh Heard it first here, oh, I'm the best here, oh Come over here, oh, now thugs in here, aha Front to the rear, oh, Craig Mack gon' put the Flava In Ya Ear He ain't got time to keep bustlin' in lines Blowin' ya minds, cuttin' that circumsize, yeah, aha Play it wise cause I'm in love with a thug occupying my time (come on) (Tweet (Missy) Thugs give good loving (yeah) Whoa, you're supersonic (aha) The way he treats me different (and) Ooh, like he bionic (I said) Yeah, he work that (oh, he work that) I say yeah, he's so perfect (oh, let the track play) |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World (1999)
Yo this the Queen Bee
And I came to say a little somethin' On my girl Missy shit You see I got somethin' to say That's right I got a problem I got a problem wit all ya'll muthafuckers out there That got a problem wit us calling ourselves a bitch Yeah that's right I said it muthafucker bitch what You see bitch is a strong word And only strong bitches can use that muthafucken' terminology Bitch I mean if you can't wear the name Don't try to use it, shucks Throw your hands up if you like to get high Make a phat beat so we can party all night If you got beef you gotta take it outside Throw your wrists up and lemme see your ice shine Throw your hands up if you like to get high To make a phat beat so we can party all night If you got beef you gotta take it outside Throw your wrists up and lemme see your ice shine |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World+Supa Dupa Fly (2008)
Yo this the Queen Bee
And I came to say a little somethin' On my girl Missy shit You see I got somethin' to say That's right I got a problem I got a problem wit all ya'll muthafuckers out there That got a problem wit us calling ourselves a bitch Yeah that's right I said it muthafucker bitch what You see bitch is a strong word And only strong bitches can use that muthafucken' terminology Bitch I mean if you can't wear the name Don't try to use it, shucks Throw your hands up if you like to get high Make a phat beat so we can party all night If you got beef you gotta take it outside Throw your wrists up and lemme see your ice shine Throw your hands up if you like to get high To make a phat beat so we can party all night If you got beef you gotta take it outside Throw your wrists up and lemme see your ice shine |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World+Supa Dupa Fly (2008)
(feat. Timbaland)
[Intro: Missy] 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] 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 dis You think you can beat us, shit (shit) Free them ill 1 to 12 She's in a Benz Free them ill creators Just, I'm a friend, what (what) [Verse 3: Missy] I come back into my flow My people just don't know They hate the way that I hee They hate the way that I hee-haw Cuz I got too much doe You know my steelo So what you come here fo See, you don't wanna fuck wit me Get it off your chest You know who's the best See, there's no other yes That can get down like Missy So hit you off like this And you be the witness That I'm a sure gets dick Nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, a-heh [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 [5X] Ooh, ooh, to fuck with me Wanna fuck with me They don't want [3X] Oh, oh, oh, to fuck with me No they don't They don't wanna They don't want No, no, no To fuck with me [Missy talking to fade] |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
Damn, he he he
Timbaland, we bout to lace em one mo time Uh huh, say what? He he he he, damn he he Timbaland, he he, yeah We bout to lace em one mo time Alright, yeah , ooh The M-I to the S-S They put that on my chest My car's the way that I flex And people say I'm dope as fuck They say I'm just too fly I make em wanna get high They want a piece of this pie But I'm just too damn chill for them No way I flip my shit It feels like a good hit And even if you buy it Nigga, you can't get smokin in this hay Nigga, what you got to say Iza bah bah zah zay Iza zah zah zah zay We ridin through your hood (hood) With a dollar dank (dank) And a S-L-K (what), and a 348, what 9 (uh) Two bad niggas, from the big VA(bay-ay) Twelve blunts a day (what) Chillin on the other side of the bay (bay) Who y'all think y'all is (is) Tryin to get with Mis (Mis) You tryin to dis You think you can beat us, shit (shit) Free them ill 1 to 12 She's in a Benz Free them ill creators Just, I'm a friend, what (what) I come back into my flow My people just don't know They hate the way that I hee They hate the way that I hee-haw Cuz I got too much doe You know my steelo So what you come here fo See, you don't wanna fuck wit me Get it off your chest You know who's the best See, there's no other yes That can get down like Missy So hit you off like this And you be the witness That I'm a sure gets dick Nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, a-heh Hey, yo Timbaland Yo, I'm a just (sue) Dance a little bit You don't mind if I get my boogie on do you? He he, yeah, know what I'm sayin? We don't gotta rhyme through the whole track The track is bangin by its self Know what I'm sayin? Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah They don't want To fuck with me They don't want 5X Ooh, ooh, to fuck with me Wanna fuck with me They don't want 3X Oh, oh, oh, to fuck with me No they don't They don't wanna They don't want No, no, no To fuck with me |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly [Amended Version] (1997)
Damn, he he he Timbaland, we bout to lace em one mo time Uh huh, say what? He he he he, damn he he Timbaland, he he, yeah We bout to lace em one mo time Alright, yeah , ooh The M-I to the S-S They put that on my chest My car's the way that I flex And people say I'm dope as fuck They say I'm just too fly I make em wanna get high They want a piece of this pie But I'm just too damn chill for them No way I flip my shit It feels like a good hit And even if you buy it Nigga, you can't get smokin in this hay Nigga, what you got to say Iza bah bah zah zay Iza zah zah zah zay We ridin through your hood (hood) With a dollar dank (dank) And a S-L-K (what), and a 348, what 9 (uh) Two bad niggas, from the big VA(bay-ay) Twelve blunts a day (what) Chillin on the other side of the bay (bay) Who y'all think y'all is (is) Tryin to get with Mis (Mis) You tryin to dis You think you can beat us, shit (shit) Free them ill 1 to 12 She's in a Benz Free them ill creators Just, I'm a friend, what (what) I come back into my flow My people just don't know They hate the way that I hee They hate the way that I hee-haw Cuz I got too much doe You know my steelo So what you come here fo See, you don't wanna fuck wit me Get it off your chest You know who's the best See, there's no other yes That can get down like Missy So hit you off like this And you be the witness That I'm a sure gets dick Nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, a-heh |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
(rock the joint)
Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window When the rain hits my window I take and {inhale, cough} me some indo Me and Timbaland, ooh, we sang a jangle We so tight, that you get our styles Tango Sway on dosie-do like you loco {singing} Can we get kinky tonight? Like CoCo, so-so You don't wanna play with my Yo-Yo I smoke my hydro on the dee-low {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window (against my window) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window (against my window) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window (against my window) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window (say what?) Yeah.. Beep beep, who got the keys to the Jeep? V-r-rrrrrrrooooom! (uh-huh) I'm drivin to the beach Top down, loud sounds, see my peeps (uhh) Give them pounds, now look who it be (who it be) It be me me me and Timothy (me me!) Look like it's bout to rain, what a shame (uh-huh) I got the Armor-All to shine up the stain Oh Missy, try to maintain Icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky.. {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) (uh-huh) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (say what? uh-huh, uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window (uh-huh) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window (yeah) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window (uh-huh) {singing} I can't stand the rain! I feel the wind Five six seven, eight nine ten Begin, I sit on Hill's like Lauryn Until the rain starts, comin down, pourin Chill, I got my umbrella My finger waves be dazed, they fall like Humpty Chumpy, I break up with him before he dump me To have me yes you lucky {singing} I can't stand the rain! (ha, uhh) {singing} 'gainst my window (uh-huh) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window (against my window) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window (what?) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) {singing} 'gainst my window (uh) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (what?) (like that baby) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?) (uh-huh, stand the rain) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (what?) (can you stand the rain?) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?) (uh-huh, can you stand the rain?) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (what?) {singing} 'gainst my window (uh-huh) {singing} I can't stand the rain! {singing} 'gainst my window (huh) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (hmm..) {singing} 'gainst my window (yo) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (why not, break it down like dat) {singing} 'gainst my window (break it down baby) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) (yeah like that, uh-huh) {singing} I can't stand the rain! (uh, huh) (uhh.. Misdemeanor) {singing} I can't stand the rain! .. {singing} I can't stand the rain! .. * fades out * |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly [Amended Version] (1997)
Me I'm supa fly supa dupa fly I can't stand the rain Me I'm supa fly sups dupa fly When the rain hits my window I take a puff, puff me some indo Me and Timbaland-ohh We tango-dango We so tight that you get our styles tangled Sway-lo dosi-do like you loco Can we get kinky tonight? Like CoCo , so so You don't wanna play with my Yo-Yo I smoke my hydro on the D-L Chorus:4x I can't stand tha' rain Against my window Beep Beep Who got the keys to tha' jeep? VRROOOOM I'm drivin to tha beach Top down Loud sounds see my peeps Give them pound Now look who it be It be me me me and Timothy Look lik eit baout to rain whatta shame I got tha armor all shine to tha stain Oh Missy Try and maintin Freaky Freaky Freaky Chorus I feel tha wind Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten Begin, I sit on Hills like Lauryn Until tha rain starts Comin down Pourin Chill I got my umbrella My finger waves these dats They fall like Humpty Chunky I break up with hime before he dump me To hav eme oh yes you lucky Chorus 1.5x |
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from Missy Elliott - Sock It 2 Me/The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)/Release The (1997)
(rock the joint) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly I can't stand the rain! (uh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) 'gainst my window Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly I can't stand the rain! (uh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) 'gainst my window Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) 'gainst my window When the rain hits my window I take and {inhale, cough} me some indo Me and Timbaland, ooh, we sang a jangle We so tight, that you get our styles Tango Sway on dosie-do like you loco Can we get kinky tonight? Like CoCo, so-so You don't wanna play with my Yo-Yo I smoke my hydro on the dee-low I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (against my window) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (against my window) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (against my window) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (say what?) Yeah.. Beep beep, who got the keys to the Jeep? V-r-rrrrrrrooooom! (uh-huh) I'm drivin to the beach Top down, loud sounds, see my peeps (uhh) Give them pounds, now look who it be (who it be) It be me me me and Timothy (me me!) Look like it's bout to rain, what a shame (uh-huh) I got the Armor-All to shine up the stain Oh Missy, try to maintain Icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky.. I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) (uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! (say what? uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (yeah) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! I feel the wind Five six seven, eight nine ten Begin, I sit on Hill's like Lauryn Until the rain starts, comin down, pourin Chill, I got my umbrella My finger waves be dazed, they fall like Humpty Chumpy, I break up with him before he dump me To have me yes you lucky I can't stand the rain! (ha, uhh) 'gainst my window (uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (against my window) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) 'gainst my window (what?) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (uh) I can't stand the rain! (what?) (like that baby) I can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?) (uh-huh, stand the rain) I can't stand the rain! (what?) (can you stand the rain?) I can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?) (uh-huh, can you stand the rain?) I can't stand the rain! (what?) 'gainst my window (uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! 'gainst my window (huh) I can't stand the rain! (hmm..) 'gainst my window (yo) I can't stand the rain! (why not, break it down like dat) 'gainst my window (break it down baby) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) (yeah like that, uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! (uh, huh) (uhh.. Misdemeanor) I can't stand the rain! .. I can't stand the rain! .. fades out |
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from Missy Elliott - Sock It 2 Me/The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)/Release The (1997)
(rock the joint) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly I can't stand the rain! (uh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) 'gainst my window Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly I can't stand the rain! (uh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) 'gainst my window Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) 'gainst my window When the rain hits my window I take and {inhale, cough} me some indo Me and Timbaland, ooh, we sang a jangle We so tight, that you get our styles Tango Sway on dosie-do like you loco Can we get kinky tonight? Like CoCo, so-so You don't wanna play with my Yo-Yo I smoke my hydro on the dee-low I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (against my window) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (against my window) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (against my window) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (say what?) Yeah.. Beep beep, who got the keys to the Jeep? V-r-rrrrrrrooooom! (uh-huh) I'm drivin to the beach Top down, loud sounds, see my peeps (uhh) Give them pounds, now look who it be (who it be) It be me me me and Timothy (me me!) Look like it's bout to rain, what a shame (uh-huh) I got the Armor-All to shine up the stain Oh Missy, try to maintain Icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky.. I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) (uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! (say what? uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (yeah) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! I feel the wind Five six seven, eight nine ten Begin, I sit on Hill's like Lauryn Until the rain starts, comin down, pourin Chill, I got my umbrella My finger waves be dazed, they fall like Humpty Chumpy, I break up with him before he dump me To have me yes you lucky I can't stand the rain! (ha, uhh) 'gainst my window (uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (against my window) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) 'gainst my window (what?) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (uh) I can't stand the rain! (what?) (like that baby) I can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?) (uh-huh, stand the rain) I can't stand the rain! (what?) (can you stand the rain?) I can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?) (uh-huh, can you stand the rain?) I can't stand the rain! (what?) 'gainst my window (uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! 'gainst my window (huh) I can't stand the rain! (hmm..) 'gainst my window (yo) I can't stand the rain! (why not, break it down like dat) 'gainst my window (break it down baby) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) (yeah like that, uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! (uh, huh) (uhh.. Misdemeanor) I can't stand the rain! .. I can't stand the rain! .. fades out |
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from Big Momma's House (빅 마마 하우스) by George S. Clinton [ost] (2000)
Brat
Hey JD, why you be saying oh, oh Is that like flossin' shit? You just like walk in and so people say, oh shit, it's him Bounce to this, come on 1 - Where my rag wearing soldiers that Love to watch the dough stack Never leave the house without their strap (That's what I'm looking for) They know just what a woman need Keep a big bank roll and a bag of weed When it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak, shit (That's what I'm looking for) Where my Rolley wearing thugs who Claim they don't love you But any time you want something done, they do it (That's what I'm looking for) The ball all night type Frontin', screaming, thug life That's the type of nigga I like (That's what I'm looking for) Uh I get high, get mine I like a thug in my life to get by That's why I spit shine the pussy 'Till it get tight and fine He push me over to the other side If he act right he could hit it from behind We can bump and grind all night 'till we reach a climax Make sure you leave a phat sack for Brat Till you come back for more Six pack surrounding my belly hole, it's tight You ain't gotta tell me So So Def is the way that I flow Made to blow, pave the road Unfadable, capable to save your hoe Wherever I go, stack dough I'm looking for a nigga roll, that ain't broke If its time to lick of shots he don't trust Even know how to flip cocaine and when the funds is low For the show stopper, this for the know nadas Shit get mo' hotter, nigga holla my name They follow me when I drivin' the Range And wait for me to finish performing backstage Never have a nigga yawning When they keep up with the shorty Weed pumping as strong as me Gotta be the ball all night type I like it every minute when he charmin' me Repeat 1 Stretch out your arms Flip out your wrists Let me see what to hit for I'm fixing to know if you can afford to cop A couple of dem thangs for your girl to rock When we stepping in the door we killing 'em Let the heads know we ain't feeling them Or affiliated with them I glisten and glow, 38 caliber go pop Niggas that wanna show off Don't just stop My soldier's not having that I'm looking for a thug that'll kill for Brat And make million dollar deals for Brat And pay some of the bills for Brat And just chill for Brat Watch dough stack, been broke, am I goin' back? Nope Need to know how to surround a bitch with stability Get down, bitches, if he feel me, rich now I can't afford to sit down, get bored if We got hits out nigga need big clout Don't crowd my space if we dip out Running with some other nigga face he don't trip out Never leave the house without weed and a glock Even got keys to the spot to drop the PO Box And in the drawer when he find his underwear I keep a fresh do rag in his hair Repeat 1 That's what I'm looking for That's what I'm looking for That's what I'm looking for That's what I'm looking for |
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from P.Diddy & The Bad Boy Family - We Invented The Remix [Explicit Version] [remix] (2002)
[Black Rob (P. Diddy)]
Y'all ain't ready (The saga continues) Tootsie rolls (We still here) Yo, PD, Bad Boy, Alumni, BR I had this bad bitch uptown, she was WHOA (THAT'S CRAZY) Almost had me pushing up daisies (THAT'S CRAZY) Ask a made nigga the keys to the crip (THAT'S CRAZY) Just came home from doing a bid (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now how you ain't gon' change the locks? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Didn't sit there and call the cops (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Got in bout the back door LIKE WHOA (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Hop in an Excursion with sixteen wheels (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Yeah you love it how we huggin' the curb (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Plus it's jumpin' off up in the spot (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Boobie cat, lapdance for kid (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Plus the spinal chick put in the bid (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now the driver smoking chron' (OH THAT'S CRAZY) If he crash, then we all gone (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Fuck it, pump the sound to ten (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Catch BR on the cover of Spin (OH THAT'S CRAZY) [Chorus] Man, it's alright, on tight Watch out, pushing on tonight, it's crazy Don't hold back, I'ma put it where it's suppose to be at And that's non-stop, party-hoppin', it's on [P. Diddy] You had the nerve to say I had a gun (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Man for twelve years I had to run (OH THAT'S CRAZY) And ain't a threat on my family, dogg (THAT'S CRAZY) Courthouse got my name in the log (OH THAT'S CRAZY) And ain't my name Sean John? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Or about the movie star chick on my arm (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Even had foul shit to say to my moms (OH THAT'S CRAZY) They even called the office to say it's a bomb (OH THAT'S CRAZY) But yet, I'm supposed to be so calm? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Tavis Smiley, I killed him with the charm (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Yeah, looked like there wasn't nuttin' wrong (OH THAT'S CRAZY) That's how it is when you in the game so long (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Man, we been had the keys to the six (OH THAT'S CRAZY) From now on, it's no Puff, just Diddy (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Man, New York never looked so pretty (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Can't picture NY without no Diddy (OH THAT'S CRAZY), oh no! [Chorus] [G. Dep] Yo, how Dep ain't on, that's crazy (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Man, I wouldn't miss this if they paid me (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Come through, man, parkin' lot (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Fuck cops, we watch the block (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Yo, we hustle when them cameras is hittin' (OH THAT'S CRAZY) I did a bitch, still puttin' my bidness (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Shit, it's hard to get one red cent (OH THAT'S CRAZY) And they charging us high ass rent (OH THAT'S CRAZY) And now my back pocket starting to leak (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Somebody get this nigga something to eat (OH THAT'S CRAZY) I got a meal when I signed my deal (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Bunch of dreams, planes, and automobiles (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now the bank don' sketched on my crib (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now the boobies got a G-Dep fetish (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Thousand dollar honies givin' me leather (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Over-respect due to "Let's Get It" (OH THAT'S CRAZY) [Chorus] [Black Rob] Now the moral of the story is what? (THAT'S CRAZY) Exception, CO, doing the streets (THAT'S CRAZY) Some chicken won't even give me the digits (THAT'S CRAZY) Sure paper, slide off with them midgets (THAT'S CRAZY) Talk about the feds made you snitch (OH THAT'S CRAZY) How you gon' hate what made you rich? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Life Stories, shit, it ain't goin' gold (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Man, we scanned two million of those (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now you don't got Permanant Scars (OH THAT'S CRAZY) You know, bank or papi R (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Lights, camera, action, I'm a star (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Like yesterday, I broke a nigga's car (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now sittin', endless cash (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Bad Boy, got the game in a smash (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Fuck around and put a foot in your ass (OH THAT'S CRAZY) See, I'm thirsty, still lookin' for cash (OH THAT'S CRAZY) [Chorus to end] |
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from Missy Elliott - The Cookbook [Amended Version] (2005)
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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from Missy Elliott - The Cookbook [Explicit Version] (2005)
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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from Missy Elliott - The Cookbook [Explicit Version] (2005)
[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 anywhere but sumthin must've went wrong And all I can 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) 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 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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from Missy Elliott - Miss E...So Addictive [Amended Version] (2001)
[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 |
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from Missy Elliott - Miss E... So Addictive (2001)
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..) 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 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) 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 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 |
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from Missy Elliott - Take Away [ep] (2002)
[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 |
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from Missy Elliott - Take Away [ep] (2002)
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..) 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 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) 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 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 |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World (1999)
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Uh uh (yea yea) 99 uh uh (yea yea) what you got boo) [Aaliyah (Missy) Verse One] I was in love wit' you (yea) And you couldn't do no wrong in my eyes When I found out the scoop on you (yea) It was still too hard for me to realize That I needed to be through' wit you (yea) Cuz you're the reason I can't eat or sleep (yea) All the girls you runnin' through (yea) Used to be best friends, down wit' me [CHORUS] When I'm gone, you're alone You stickin' them chickens 'til I get home When I'm home, you're wit' me Kissin' on my ass, tryna be wit' me Well it's done, this I know Seen it for myself, I'ma let you know You don't play, games wit' me But before I go, betta leave my dough [Missy - Verse Two] I'ma fool for you (yea) But you seem to think my love's a joke (it aint a joke boo) I get no love from you (yea) Like all these times I did before I think I'll pass on you (yea) Because of the way you been actin' lately I get no cash from you (yea) If you want me to stay, you must be cra-crazy [Repeat CHORUS] [CHORUS TWO] Dedication It was jus a bad relation (yes it was, yes it was) When I think it cuts my insides The tears, they fall deep down from my eyes (repeat) [Bridge - Aaliyah & Missy ] Doo doo doo, doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo, doo doo doo (wha say what, uh uh uh) Doo doo doo, doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo (Da Brat) [Da Brat] I want it al' from the motherfuckin' house, down to the dogs You trickin' off with these chickens, I thought you ain't have no flaws Keep yo dick in they jaws, Peter shoulda stayed in his draws Now I'm out the door and you cant claim me no more The loss is yours How you gonna slumber wit' a bitch I'm supposed to be cool wit' Went to grade school wit', couldn't pay me to believe you hit it To think I footed all the bills and now you breakin ' Stop accusin' me of that dumb shit I don't even participate in You wasted my valuable time there's money to make Scared to set foot in another relationship cuz of the heartache Heartbreak Hotel no not Faith, Kelly, and Whitney, no it's Brat, Aaliyah and Missy You miss me cuz we finished I'll just keep the keys to the 20 inch rim ride with the TVs in it You don't need it, beat it, it's mine Kiss my ass like your heart was in it (stupid ass) Keep stickin' them chickens Send Peter straight to the clinic nigga [Missy] See I'ma give you your props tho You like a bad ass motherfucker Runnin' two bitches at one time When I'm flyin' out, she flyin' in Sayin' the same shit, spittin' the same game Who the fuck you think I am Willy Limpdick or somebody, forget you man That's why us bitches gonna stick together Bitch |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World [Amended Version] (1999)
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Uh uh (yea yea) 99 uh uh (yea yea) what you got boo) [Aaliyah (Missy) Verse One] I was in love wit' you (yea) And you couldn't do no wrong in my eyes When I found out the scoop on you (yea) It was still too hard for me to realize That I needed to be through' wit you (yea) Cuz you're the reason I can't eat or sleep (yea) All the girls you runnin' through (yea) Used to be best friends, down wit' me [CHORUS] When I'm gone, you're alone You stickin' them chickens 'til I get home When I'm home, you're wit' me Kissin' on my ass, tryna be wit' me Well it's done, this I know Seen it for myself, I'ma let you know You don't play, games wit' me But before I go, betta leave my dough [Missy - Verse Two] I'ma fool for you (yea) But you seem to think my love's a joke (it aint a joke boo) I get no love from you (yea) Like all these times I did before I think I'll pass on you (yea) Because of the way you been actin' lately I get no cash from you (yea) If you want me to stay, you must be cra-crazy [Repeat CHORUS] [CHORUS TWO] Dedication It was jus a bad relation (yes it was, yes it was) When I think it cuts my insides The tears, they fall deep down from my eyes (repeat) [Bridge - Aaliyah & Missy ] Doo doo doo, doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo, doo doo doo (wha say what, uh uh uh) Doo doo doo, doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo (Da Brat) [Da Brat] I want it al' from the motherfuckin' house, down to the dogs You trickin' off with these chickens, I thought you ain't have no flaws Keep yo dick in they jaws, Peter shoulda stayed in his draws Now I'm out the door and you cant claim me no more The loss is yours How you gonna slumber wit' a bitch I'm supposed to be cool wit' Went to grade school wit', couldn't pay me to believe you hit it To think I footed all the bills and now you breakin ' Stop accusin' me of that dumb shit I don't even participate in You wasted my valuable time there's money to make Scared to set foot in another relationship cuz of the heartache Heartbreak Hotel no not Faith, Kelly, and Whitney, no it's Brat, Aaliyah and Missy You miss me cuz we finished I'll just keep the keys to the 20 inch rim ride with the TVs in it You don't need it, beat it, it's mine Kiss my ass like your heart was in it (stupid ass) Keep stickin' them chickens Send Peter straight to the clinic nigga [Missy] See I'ma give you your props tho You like a bad ass motherfucker Runnin' two bitches at one time When I'm flyin' out, she flyin' in Sayin' the same shit, spittin' the same game Who the fuck you think I am Willy Limpdick or somebody, forget you man That's why us bitches gonna stick together Bitch |
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from Missy Elliott - Da Real World+Supa Dupa Fly (2008)
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Uh uh (yea yea) 99 uh uh (yea yea) what you got boo) [Aaliyah (Missy) Verse One] I was in love wit' you (yea) And you couldn't do no wrong in my eyes When I found out the scoop on you (yea) It was still too hard for me to realize That I needed to be through' wit you (yea) Cuz you're the reason I can't eat or sleep (yea) All the girls you runnin' through (yea) Used to be best friends, down wit' me [CHORUS] When I'm gone, you're alone You stickin' them chickens 'til I get home When I'm home, you're wit' me Kissin' on my ass, tryna be wit' me Well it's done, this I know Seen it for myself, I'ma let you know You don't play, games wit' me But before I go, betta leave my dough [Missy - Verse Two] I'ma fool for you (yea) But you seem to think my love's a joke (it aint a joke boo) I get no love from you (yea) Like all these times I did before I think I'll pass on you (yea) Because of the way you been actin' lately I get no cash from you (yea) If you want me to stay, you must be cra-crazy [Repeat CHORUS] [CHORUS TWO] Dedication It was jus a bad relation (yes it was, yes it was) When I think it cuts my insides The tears, they fall deep down from my eyes (repeat) [Bridge - Aaliyah & Missy ] Doo doo doo, doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo, doo doo doo (wha say what, uh uh uh) Doo doo doo, doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo (Da Brat) [Da Brat] I want it al' from the motherfuckin' house, down to the dogs You trickin' off with these chickens, I thought you ain't have no flaws Keep yo dick in they jaws, Peter shoulda stayed in his draws Now I'm out the door and you cant claim me no more The loss is yours How you gonna slumber wit' a bitch I'm supposed to be cool wit' Went to grade school wit', couldn't pay me to believe you hit it To think I footed all the bills and now you breakin ' Stop accusin' me of that dumb shit I don't even participate in You wasted my valuable time there's money to make Scared to set foot in another relationship cuz of the heartache Heartbreak Hotel no not Faith, Kelly, and Whitney, no it's Brat, Aaliyah and Missy You miss me cuz we finished I'll just keep the keys to the 20 inch rim ride with the TVs in it You don't need it, beat it, it's mine Kiss my ass like your heart was in it (stupid ass) Keep stickin' them chickens Send Peter straight to the clinic nigga [Missy] See I'ma give you your props tho You like a bad ass motherfucker Runnin' two bitches at one time When I'm flyin' out, she flyin' in Sayin' the same shit, spittin' the same game Who the fuck you think I am Willy Limpdick or somebody, forget you man That's why us bitches gonna stick together Bitch |
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from Missy Elliott - Miss E...So Addictive [Amended Version] (2001)
I know your not my man That you belong to someone else (nah) Now come on in, an shut the door I 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 Aaaoooo We don't make love no more (umm hmm) We don't kiss and we 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 (hhaay) [Chorus] I'm the only one who keep you satisfied And though were not together I remember what you like So tell them chicks to step off cause I fill your appetite And I'm the only women who gon do it like you like (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 I deserve to know who you sleepin' wit (ooooh yyeeaah) Is she better then me? (me me) Do she cook, do she clean? Do she sew, do she sting? Can she do these things? Cause I... [Chorus] 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 (umm umm) Cause I'm the only one that makes you feel good (umm umm) Sing it to me [Chorus - repeat 2X |
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from Missy Elliott - Miss E... So Addictive (2001)
I know your not my man
That you belong to someone else (nah) Now come on in, an shut the door I 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 Aaaoooo We don't make love no more (umm hmm) We don't kiss and we 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 (hhaay) *I'm the only one who keep you satisfied And though were not together I remember what you like So tell them chicks to step off cause I fill your appetite And I'm the only women who gon do it like you like (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 I deserve to know who you sleepin' wit (ooooh yyeeaah) Is she better then me? (me me) Do she cook, do she clean? Do she sew, do she sting? Can she do these things? Cause I... * Repeat 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 (umm umm) Cause I'm the only one that makes you feel good (umm umm) Sing it to me * Repeat (x2) |
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from Missy Elliott - This Is Not A Test! (2003)
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 One] 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-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 [Chorus] 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 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 Two] 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 dont really want it boo [Chorus] 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 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- |
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| from Missy Elliott - Sock It 2 Me/The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)/Release The (1997) | |||||
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly (1997)
Do it do it do it do it do it, no!
I was lookin for affection So I decided to go, swing that dick in my direction I'll be out of control Let's take it to perfection Just you and me Let's see if you can bring the bring the bring the nasty out of me Nownownow now sock it *Ooh ahh, sock it to me like you want to I can take it like a pro and you'll know Do it long bro with a back stroke My hormones are jumpin like a disco I be poppin mats like some Crisco. And all you gotta say is that Missy go And when you say it though I want it moved slow I'm at your house around midnight Don't fall asleep It'll just be me me me on a late night creep I'ma show you thangs,that you can't believe Jump in this b-e-beat And won't you sock it to me? * Repeat (x3) Uh why Missy be sockin it to niggaz like Ree-Ree The baddest industry bitches of the century Hit hard like penitentiary did, finally admitted that we the shit, combination on this lethal Poppin patron in the 600 with no see-through hundred with no see through 'cept for the repercussion fuckin with shit Like this we parlay puffin constantly makin niggaz suffer the consequence gotta get these ends bitch House in the Chi with a Caddy in Atlanta with a Benz Niggaz been huffin and puffin but ain't try shit Got cream motherfuckers steady ride quick Besides kid wanna but bust you shouldn't forget ends when you fuckin with me, you jealous cause I live more flushed Me and Missy been livin with the ?Harruss bein ruckast plus? When I'm sellin, never gon stop it, sockin it to niggaz and rockin it, droppin em on the spot, heat up and glock and wreck a shot, knockin you off of your socks Guaranteed platnium watch two of the coldest bitches get hot I be the B-R-A-T, her be Missy and we some bad bitches who be fuckin it up I'm the B-R-A-T, her be Missy and we some bad bitches who be fuckin it uuuup |
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from Missy Elliott - Supa Dupa Fly [Amended Version] (1997)
Do it (repeat 6X) No (repeat 3X) Verse One: Missy Elliott I was lookin for affection, so I decided to go Swing that up in my direction, I'll be outta control Let's take it to perfection, let's see if you can bring bring bring, the nasty out of me Len Len Len uhh won't you sock it 2 me Chorus: Missy Elliott Sock it ooh ahh Sock it 2 me like you want to ooh I can take it like a pro you know Move along pro with the backstroke My hormones jumpin like a disco I be poppin mess like some Crisco All you gotta say is where Missy go And when you say go I say move slow Verse Two: Missy Elliott I'm at your house around midnight, don't fall asleep It'll just be me me me, on a late night creep I'm gonna show you things, that you can't believe Jump in this be-e-beat, won't you sock it 2 me Chorus 3X Verse Three: Da Brat Why Missy be sockin it to niggaz like ReRe The baddest industry bitches of the century Hit hard, like penetentiary bars Finnaly admitted that we the shit combination on the see-through Poppin patron with Missy on the 600 with no see-through Suffer the repercussion, fuckin with shit like this We partay puffin constantly makin niggaz suffer the consequence Gotta get that ass bitch House in the Chi with a Candy in Atlanta with a Benz Niggaz been huffin and puffin but ain't try shit Got cream motherfuckers steady ride quick besides kids wanna bust But you shouldn't forget ends when you fuckin with me You jealous cause I live more flushed Me and Missy been livin with the (unknown) Harrass bein ruckest plus (unknown) When I'm sellin, never gonna stop it Sockin it 2 niggaz, droppin em on the spot Get up in the block around the shop, knockin you off of yo socks Guaranteed platinum, watch two of the coldest bitches get hot I be the B-R-A-T, her be Missy We be the bad bitches who be fuckin it up I be the B-R-A-T, her be Missy We be the bad bitches who be fuckin it up I'm yo' nigga for life ba-by Listen to ya we drive all these motherfuckers crazy You know what I'm sayin, yeah Timbaland I see you baby, I feel you Sock it 2 em goddamnit It's 9-7, this the motherfuckin bitch era What y'all niggaz wanna do The rat-tat-tat on that ass once more I'm out the door motherfucker, yeah |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-01-09
Subject : Missy Elliott - Under Construction (Elektra,2002)
