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1. _ Hot Boyz (remix)
Missy Misdemeanor Elliott: This is for my ghetto mother fuckers. uh. Hey. Are you really a hot boy? Hot boy? Uh, uh. Uh check me. Nas: Uh, forty side felony. Felony, misdemeanor. We're charged with murder. Escobar C-V-R fights. I'm switchin' gears headlights, shine so bright. Bitches freeze like deers. Them friends want that deep boy, feds send in a decoy, pack that heat boy, push ya where you rest in peace boy. Get ya mama's house shot up, bodies all chopped up, when them bodies pop up, I ain't gettin' locked up. My Bentley cruised the block wit the sun rooftop, hood rats! Jumpin' on my jock 'cause I blew up the spot, crushin' your Benz, plush in your Navigator system. My QB theives make ya niggas tuck your shit in. It's Nas in your area. Queens 'bout to tear it up. Braveheart y'all scared of us. Real niggas, they be us. Missy Misdemeanor Elliott: What's your name? 'Cause I'm impressed. Can you treat me good? I won't settle for less. You a hot boy, a rock boy, a fun toy, tote a glock boy. Where you live? Is it by yourself? Can I move wit you? Do you need some help? I'll cook boy, I'll give you more. I'm a fly girl and I like those... CHORUS Missy Misdemeanor Elliott and Lil' Mo: Hot boyz. Baby you got what I want. See 'cause y'all be driving Lexus Jeeps and the Benz Jeeps and the Lincoln Jeeps. Nothin' cheaper, got them platinum visa's. Hot boyz. Baby you got what I want. See 'cause y'all be drive Jaguars and the Bently's and the Roll's Royce. Playin' hardballs wit the platinum visa's. Missy Misdemeanor Elliott: Is that your car? The SK8? Are you riding alone? Can I be your date? Come get me, get me. Don't dis me, don't trick me. Got some friends. Can they come too? Can you hook them up wit some boyz like you? A hot boy, a rock boy, a top boy and I like those... CHORUS 2 Missy Misdemeanor Elliott and Lil' Mo: Hot boyz. Baby you got what I want. See 'cause y'all be driving Lexus Jeeps and the Benz Jeeps and the Lincoln Jeeps. Nothin' cheaper, wit them platinum visa's. Hot boyz. Baby you got what I want. See 'cause y'all be drive Jaguars and the Bently's and the Roll's Royce. Playin' hardball wit the platinum visa's. Eve: Yo! Only take 'em thugged out, slightly bugged out, fuck wit his tongue out. Know the job ain't gettin' done till the body gettin' drugged out. Hot boy, keep me right, play your part and I'll keep it tight. Where else you gonna be in the middle of the night but up on the sheets wit me, aiight. Gangsta true to your game, streetmaster. You the one I need when there's beef, streetblaster. Ain't afraid to stop a cat plus pop a cat, huh, soldier cash money, rule your world, what's toppin' that? Huh! S-4-3-0, keep me on my toes, get the tingle in my spine, wet spot. Only he knows he's a hot boy. Missy sing out and I'ma spit it. Ruff Ryders screamin' loud, daddy is you wit it? And if your team can't handle my bitch then we gone ride. Brickhouse, stallions, keep thugs open wide huh! 'Illadelph's best E-V-E stay committed, mess wit many, but if he ain't the realer, I ain't wit it, wit it. Q-Tip: Yo! Mommy what the deal? Ain't no heat fuckin' hotter than the heat a nigga hold but I think you really should be told that I deal wit long shafts (long shafts) that keep a long blast (long blast) and I look at a nigga and peel off fast (come on). Word you got your girlfriend, word she can get it too. Fuck it though I'm honest yo I'm sayin' know it's play it through. Gettin' cinematic wit it, niggas if you gotta hit it. Fuck the dumbness hit it till its numbness. Missy Misdemeanor Elliott: I'ma dig in your pockets, dig in your wallets. Is that money I'm findin'? Yeah you got my heart poundin'? You a hot boy, drive a drop boy wit a lot boy and you tote a glock boy. Give me no reason, I know that you're treatin' 'cause diamonds I'm needin'. Make me believe it. I wanna alot boy wit a hot boy. Gotta fun toy and you tote a glock boy. CHORUS 3 Missy Misdemeanor Elliott and Lil' Mo: Hot boy, baby you got what I want. Won't you really come and satisfy me? I be lovin' you like endlessly. Hot boy, baby you got what I want. Won't you really come and satisfy me? I be lovin' you like endlessly. CHANT Missy Misdemeanor Elliott: Where da lexus jeeps and the benz jeeps and the lincoln jeeps and the bently's and the jaguars and the fly cars? Where you at? Where da lexus jeeps and the benz jeeps and the lincoln jeeps and the bently's and the jaguars and the fly cars? Where you at? I'm out. Lil' Mo: Hot boyz, hot boyz. I like 'em like that. more free lyrics |
2. _ She's A Bitch
To the M-I prrrrrrrr, cat like a semi Nigga stole my car, why'nt you get my Give yo' ass a black eye Oh, say bye-bye I'mma give your body to the sky Run through your clique Nigga, you pissed on trip I'mma have to bust you in your lips And the whips better have a whole lotta chips Cuz I ain't for no nigga givin' tips She's a bitch When you say my name Talk mo' junk but won't look my way She's a bitch See I got more cheese So back on up while I roll up my sleeves 1 - She's a bitch You can't see me, Joe Get on down while I shoot my flow She's a bitch When I do my thing Got the place on fire, burn it down to flame Roll up in my car, don't stop, won't stop I'mma keep in rockin' til the clock don't tock I'mma keep it hot, light my ass on fire I'mma grab a philly, go and roll it at the bar Whatcha talk? Whatcha say? Huh? Gotta flow, gotta move it slow, huh? Better you runnin' out the door, huh? You gon' be a long lost soul, whacha say? Yippe yi yo, yippe yi yi yay Put me on stage, watchin' niggas feel me Put my shit on wax, watch it blaze like May Go yippe yi yo yippe yi yi yay 55, 65, hike 75, 85, test the mic 95, Missy wild for the night 105, I'mma keep the crowd hyped 2 - She's a bitch When they say my name Talk mo' junk but won't look my way She's a bitch See I got mo' cheese Back on up while I roll up my sleeve She's a What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? Whatchu know about Timothy, lemme know Eat an MC like Cease, lemme know If he get drunk lean on me, lemme know I'm about to bust like pee, feel me now Anybody know my skills, what the deal Anybody feel my skills, it's the real Anybody wanna come fuck wit us still Anybody gotta get the hoe by they pill Repeat 2 Repeat 1 more free lyrics |
3. _ Smooth Chick
Party Time (Uh uh) Uh (Say what?) Uh huh (Yo) Uh (Say what) Uh huh, uh huh Uh Uh (What) Uh huh (One more) Uh (Yo, yo bring it to me) Come here baby, let me blow your mind I'mma spit shine like turpentine I love niggas, all different kinds I'mma show you all how to work the spine If you a playa then you sure ain't mine I'mma cut you off like circumcise I'm a real chick and it no surprise If you dialin' me then you must realize 1 - I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick I got gats but don't make me use it I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it Shake my ass down to the music I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick I got gats but don't make me use it I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it I'mma shake my ass down to the music Come on baby let's do the bump Keep drinking up 'til you get me drunk Don't front, smoke a pound of funk Something real quick like uuuh, uuuh Got tens in the back of the jeep If you got a friend and he all on me Could it be he's a fan of me? Or could it be he see that I'm Missy? Repeat 1 Eh baby, why you trippin' for? Cause I'm on top and you're down below You want me or you want my dough? Cause if it's my dough, then you hit the do' Eh yo boo, I think you know That I got gats and they crack the floor Missy take shit no more So all that talk is no, no, no Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Music Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Music Yo Misdemeanor, uh Timothy, uh And Aaliya uh Motherfucker now, uh Ginuwine, uh Maganoo, uh Drop, play it One two, motherfucker more free lyrics |
4. _ Crazy feelings
[Missy] I was in love That's what it was when I met you In love And no one could ever talk about you But it sucks, so many lies and alibis In love 1 - [Beyonce and Missy] Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you Crazy feelings Make me stay in love with you [Beyonce] So in love I just didn't see the wrong you did In love But now that I know I can admit It was love that made me a fool, a silly fool In love, oh crazy Repeat 1 [Missy] You was always in my face, all the time Even with 20/20 vision, I couldn't see you lie You was always in my face, all the time Even with 20/20 vision, I couldn't see you lie Repeat 1 until fade more free lyrics |
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5. _ You Don't Know
[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
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6. _ Busa Rhyme
[Missy] Slim Shady (4X) [Eminem] Well I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled and pop the same shit that got Tupac killed Spit game to these hoes, like a soap opera episode and punch a bitch in the nose, til her whole face explodes There's three things I hate: girls, women and bitches I'm that vicious to walk up, and drop-kick midgets They call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward Stick figure, with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg Comin through the airport, sluggish, walkin on crutches Hit a fuckin [*pregnant chick*] in her [*stomach*] with luggage It's like a dream I can't snap out, I black out, and back out I'm lookin for someone "of" to beat the crap "out" I'm bringin you rap singers two middle fingers I flip you off in French, then translate in English Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and come back speakin so much Spanish, Pun can't even understand it [Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim Shady [Shady] Yeah [Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim motherfuckin Shady [Shady] Yeah [Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim Shady [Shady] Yeah [Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. [Eminem] I had a huge attitude, started off staticky Mad at you, had you mad at me automatically (one more time) I'm not a commodity, I'm an oddity who oddly enough developed himself a Halloween following It's so big, if I counted up all the freaks who follow me I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an apology College girls, live in an alcoholic's world full of earl, head twirls every time the toilet swirls *flush* Covered in throw-up, and I refuse to grow up I won't budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up (SHUT UP!) I made this rap game suspenseful, cause now I got a impulse to give you insults wrote with a pencil (bitch) and waste the paper on you, choppin down the oakwood Cause everything that you wrote in your notebook was no good And as long as I stay in the studio and keep cuttin You motherfuckers are puttin your words together for nuttin [Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim Shady [Shady] What's the deal? [Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim motherfuckin Shady [Shady] Yeah.. who? [Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. Slim Shady [Shady] What's the deal? [Missy] Won't you busa rhyme for me boy .. [Missy] Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily What you want what you got is it hot? (Is it hot?) Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily What you want (yo) what you want (yo) ahh uhh yo "A person from another planet might disagree with you" "Well if you want my opinion, it comes from right here on Earth" [Eminem] Slim Shady.. Misdemeanor.. Timbaland.. Slim Shady.. Misdemeanor.. I'm homicidal, and suicidal with no friends Holdin a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both ends Sprayin tecs at you until you see your fuckin legs with the bullet holes and the exit wounds layin next to you (AHH!) Fuckin mad dog, foamin at the mouth Fuck mouth, my whole house, is foamin at the couch Jumped out of the 93rd floor of a building and shot every window out on the way down to the ground (KEEP FILMING!) Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed, chopped em in half Suffocated the oxygen mask Shit if I get any higher, I'ma get the East and West beefin again Slide back to Detroit and stand in the crossfire [Missy] Y'all better call the police 'fore I kill this track Don't shoot Missy!!! Get back Uhh, I'ma put you all in the line Uhh, and I'ma watch you MC's die Yo mommy, mommy, Missy done lost her mind! I think somebody done pissed her off this time! Yo, I'ma have to bust you through your chest and uhh, you will have to clean up the mess (uh-huh) It's rainin rainin and it's pourin loud Never fear, cause pissy Missy's through the crowd Uhh, I hear the gats go cha-pow Who shot me damnit? Bitch get down Don't walk when I talk, I never talk when I smile (uh-huh) Lay em on down, like they lived underground (uh) For the sound, that me and, Timbaland, we found Get your ass, kicked later, or get your ass, kicked now Uhh.. one-two Misdemeanor, Slim Shady Timbaland, motherfucker Uhh uhh uhh Cool, cool, cool Triple zero more free lyrics |
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7. _ Interlude - Checkin' For You
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8. _ Hot Boyz
[Missy]
This is for my ghetto motherfuckers
Uh hey, are you really a hot boy?
Oh, check me
[Lil' Mo]
What
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9. _ Stickin' Chickens
[Missy (Aaliyah)]
Uh uh (yea yea)
Uh uh (yea yea)
99 uh uh (yea yea) what you got boo)
[Aaliyah (Missy) - Verse One]
I was in love wit' you (yea)
And you couldn't do no wrong in my eyes
When I found out the scoop on you (yea)
It was still too hard for me to realize
That I needed to be through' wit you (yea)
Cuz you're the reason I can't eat or sleep (yea)
All the girls you runnin' through (yea)
Used to be best friends, down wit' me
[CHORUS]
When I'm gone, you're alone
You stickin' them chickens
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10. _ Mr. D.J
[Lady Saw] It's all about (yo) Lady Saw and Missy (can you feel me) An the next thing is about (yo) The big bashing party (can you feel me, what?) I'm feelin you Timbaland, I'm feelin you (yo) Yo (can you feel me, what?) And we wind up when we a listen dis now, check, AY [Missy] There's a party I'm up in the club and I'm drinking I'm drunk off the Alize As I hear the record spins it seems to take over me So I move side to side an it's something inside that controls me As I walk to the D.J and I say 1- Mr. D.J., spin it one more time We gonna play it back to back, we gon' rock it two times Move your feet with me, move your hands with me See how easy it's gon' be for you and me, you see 2- Mr. D.J., spin it one more time We gonna play it back to back, we gon' rock it two times Move your feet with me, move your hands with me See how easy its gon' be for you.. [Missy] You say your a baller Cause you up in the club, fakin like you got dough, with your dollars To my peoples with me money let me hear you holler We're gonna party like no other party, don't stop til the morning but before I go this is what I say [Chorus] Repeat 1, then 2 Bridge - M.I.S.S.Y, Y.S.S.I.M, M.I.S.S.Y, M.I.S.S.Y, Y.S.S.I.M [Lady Saw] Mr. D.J play that one more time, so me and missy elliot can move we waistline, yo, tell the guys don't waste we time, cause we under the ganja plus the red wine yo, there a party over here and say its phat you know, let go me hand so me can look for man ya now, you see me face and me know that me red ya know, buy all the bar cause me friend them rich ya know, know, know, uh what me say yo yo, we'll be dancing until tomorrow, no other party is slammin you wan go, sweating and wetting like me in a me sauno, fit like me just done a dance with me tae-bo, bo, bo, uh! What me say, me say yo, tell the D.J. fe play an no better stop, spin it again rewind from the top, Misdemeanor the Saw plus the Elli-ott when we drop ya know that's uh road block, block, block, ya can't block, road block, block, a road block, ya don't know its all about Missy Elliot, ya wan star ever thing is ever thing, SEEN? Its a party, and ya da'no its all about weight.... more free lyrics |
11. _ U Can't Resist
[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 more free lyrics |
12. _ All N My Grill
Uh, hit me [Missy] Don't explain, you never change Same old thing, same old game Say ya want to be wit' me But show me my ring Baby, let me think I been in the cold The story untold, about to unfold How do you expect me To ever believe you want be wit' me [Missy] (Nicole) Why you all in my grill (Why you all in) Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills) Let me know if you will (Let me know, know) Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live) [Missy] Talk is talk, and talk is cheap Tell it to her, don't say it to me Cuz I know I'm in control See Trix are for kids, and boo I'm too old Go 'head, with your games Don't ever come back to me again Where you go, remember me I'm the best thing in history [Missy] (Nicole) Why you all in my grill (Why, why, why) Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills) Let me know if you will (Let me know boy, boy) Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick got to live, ooh yeah) [Missy] (Nicole) Third time (Third time) I moved you in, took you back In my life (I was a fool) I don't know what's wrong with me Third time (Third time) I moved you in, took you back in my life (oh yeah, yeah) [Missy] (Nicole) Why you all in my grill (All in my grill) Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills, yeah) Let me know if you will (Let me know if you will) Cuz a chick gotta live (oh, yeah) Why you all in my grill Can you pay my bills (Ooh, pay my bills) Let me know if you will (Let me know, let me know baby, baby) Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live) [Missy] If you want me, where's my dough? Give me money, buy me clothes No need for talking, have my dough Where's my money? Where's my clothes? If you want me, where's my dough? Give me money, buy me clothes No need for talking, have my dough? Where's my money? Where's my clothes? [Big Boi] Aight, uh Why you all in my grill? I'm thinkin' it's time to chill Yeah, but you on a drill, though I couldn't even step out the baby blue Bonneville Cuz you be tryin' to kill my hoe, my girlfriend And people around me is tellin' me that you's a stalker Like Darth Vader takes a Skywalker I told you I was the street talker It ain't my fault you dirty your Victoria's Secret's And your Frederick's You wanted the Waldorf Astoria But instead I took you to Cedrick's, to entertain you To give you to the "G", and never claim you Me and Missy, we get it straight pissin' Oh yeah, we puffin' on one of them thangs too You blamin' who? You namin' who? I know you ain't bringin' that lame crew Big Boi, they the phat sacks She pretty D, all they same, boo But I'm backed by the Dungeon Family So you can go 'head wit' all that stabbin' me Cuz I will jab thee, and slam thee And Bobby Boochet yo' ass, G Yeah, yeah more free lyrics |
13. _ Checkin' For You
*Street noise in the background* [Lil' Kim - Talking] See it's two types of bitches in the world You gotta broke bitch, you gotta rich bitch That would explain what I am And what my girl Missy is We da rich motherfuckin' BITCHES! That's right Then you got a bitch like me Who just stand above all bitches That excludes my girl Missy, Mary You know what I'm saying But ya'll know what the fuck I mean I'm the Queen Bee-itch That's right motherfucker what? Ya'll gotta problem wit' it come see me A motherfucker ain't taking my title Or my girl Missy title or my girl Mary title What, that's right you see Only bitches like us are allowed to play a game a chess A real queen needs a king You damn motherfuckin' I don't nigga laying under me That I can't do for me what I can't do for my motherfuckin' self So when ya'll see me in the street This is what I want ya'll to do *Beat starts* Fix your lips, put 'em together nicely and say Say it along, say it along now Say "She's a BITCH!!!!" [Missy - Singing] I was walkin' real slow to the dancefloor He was lookin' at my ass and I turned him up I see him talkin' to his boy on his cellaphone I looked at him and all he could say was "Damn baby, bring it on" I talk shit but I come thru like a storm I keep my piece so sweet yeah nice and warm And all he could feel was this "Love baby" [Missy - Singing Faster] I don't give a fuck About what they think What they say They can call me a freak Call me anything they wanna name I don't give a, I don't give a I just wanna take him home Take him to the house And turn 'em him He ain't checkin' for you I don't give a fuck About what they think What they say They can call me a freak Call me anything they wanna name I don't give a, I don't give a I just wanna take him home Take him to the house And turn 'em him He ain't checkin' for you more free lyrics |
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14. _ Interlude - Throw Your Hands Up
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15. _ Beat Biters
[Missy] She's ah......uh uh....bitch Yo...I'ma tell yall straight up and down It's like this for real, it's goin' down like this foreal She's ah....bitch (tell 'em) I'm sick of yall fake Timbaland beat bitin', you know what I'm sayin' I'ma bring it to yall like this By all means necessary You might catch me somewhere stickin' yo baby daddy They say oh "Missy you wack" but yall not ready Cuz I come back like a smack You hear my gats in yo back (blat-blat-blat) Huh, like spaghetti Half of yall MCs be stinkin' like boobetti So your record label cut you off like confetti They you wanna call Missy and beg me, (who) ooh beg me beg me Dag I'm very scary Burn a whole club down like I was Carrie Give a boy French kiss, he wanna marry See yall jealous tricks, yall cannot stand me Ooh, that's fine and dandy Hey daddy-daddy Why these chickenheads, ooh they be so petty Hey nah nah nah, you best not test me I keep tellin' you nah you never ready Nah you never ready [CHORUS] Get rowdy Let me hear yall loudly Keep my high niggas 'round me Let me see yall work it and work it till yall can't stand up Get rowdy Let me hear yall loudly Keep my high niggas 'round me Let me see yall work it baby, work work it baby WHAT! [Missy - Verse Two] In the club, I see niggas They think I'm super fly, they blow me sugahs so I cut them short like some scissors they trying to take me home, they give me liquor YOU KNOW WHO I AM, I'ma bitch DO YOU KNOW WHAT I MAKE, filthy rich DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS, gotta gat I THOUGHT YOU WAS A FREAK, never that You see me on the road, when I stroll I float through the toll, like whoa (beep beep) you just a silly hoe, this I know you be at every show, for the dough, hear me now (WHAT) [Repeat CHORUS] [Timbaland] Yo, this is Timbaland Callin' from the Matrix yall And this how we do it Yo Missy, tell 'em how you feel, what [Missy] Beat biter, dope style taker, originator Or just an imitator Stealin' our beats like you're the one who made 'em Timbaland's the teacher and I'm the one who grades 'em Check the verbatim, F is how we rate 'em How dare you make 'em, jus like we made 'em And I wont play 'em, and I won't say 'em Save this for later, so I can tell you straighter [Repeat CHORUS] [Missy] Now see this one right here (ooh) This is for everybody (ooh) This is for my people east (ooh) east, west, south East (ooh) west, south (ooh) But you know what before I get up on outta here (ooh) I gotta say one thing to yall beat biters (ooh) It's 'bout to be the year 2000 (ooh) you know what I'm sayin' And I'm kinda sick of that (kack kack kack kack ficky boom ficky boom) That (kack kack kack kack ficky boom ficky boom) That (kack kack kack kack ficky boom ficky boom) That (kack kack kack kack ficky boom ficky boom) On everything yall gotta come up with Yall own creativity, yall own originality, yall own style You know what I'm sayin' Heh, you gonna be left behind this time Aight ain't no love lost All need you to do is stop BEAT BITIN'! [Timbaland] That was Missy Now this is Timbaland signin' off from the Matrix You heard that Shh more free lyrics |
16. _ Dangerous Mouths
[Missy] Uhh, 3000 baby, uh huh, ooh, raunchy, raunchy [Redman] Good riddance, to niggas and bitches bullshittin I house MC's like baths and full kitchens, ready or not Doc,hood lynchin, icey flows, I wrtie with wool mittens Its two not one, Missy dot dot com, come once in the blue like free hot lunch So once its on, turn it up, chickens flockin in Shoppin at birds are us, murderous, don't blame me, blame the music I write with napalms in my hands, flame the fuses, like ca psss, off you go I'm nice battin, I practice when the park is closed I'm that man who squats out of jeeps and vans Jump to roof to roof on the TV cam, I fuck a model I go out with the cheapest tramps, pussy have me trippin Like Kima, Keisha and Pam, I remain cool like, like open hous on a school night Animal House gettin thrown out for food fights, PPP strictly don't give a fuck An Brick City niggas strictly don't give a fuck [Missy] Let me intervene, come between, like dick through your jeans Hang down to your knees, its mwa the don-wan, carry on, D.A.N to the danger Y'all MC's in a whole lot of danger, change up all your rhymes you need beats My beats you see completely unique, forgive thee See its the shots of Henessey thats in me, Reggie Noble through after me [Redman] It takes two to tingle, and two to fuck I done fucked in Range Roves to Isuzu trucks,used to move weight Now you makin moves to duck, built solid without bolts, screws and nuts Pussy tight jiffy lube it up, Doc came up, hoes use to hang up Now my arm close hang up, my crew is deeper than Karl Kani pockets We don't buy bullets, we ask what size rockets, for thee occasion One shot will have you ravin', like Symone when the four four is blown Two minutes later I'll make it hotter, snap you from the vine To my um blada a boom glada [Missy and Redman] So what you wanna do, what you wanna do [Redman] Yo I got the chicken, the brew taken next, an much room Def Squad in the house Drop you drawers, tell your boyfriend ease up, and park his car [Missy] I'm from the south you better watch your mouth, Its the M.I The S.I, if you try then you die, I don't take no mercy on you suckers so Would you still be in love baby, if I cut your throat, cut the jokes I ain't got no love for yo, no friends with those, who imitate me ya bold My style I own, I'ma have to steal your flow, you know me Joe I gotta say no more, BITCH! Thats right nigga, Its Misdemeanor here, Redman, Timbaland uhh Muthafucka! 3 triple zero, the Matrix baby, uhh, I'm out more free lyrics |
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17. _ Religious Blessings - Outro
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18. _ All N My Grill (European Version)
[Missy - Verse One]
Don't explain, you never change
Same old thing, same old game
Say ya want, to be wit' me
But show me my ring
Baby, let me think
I been, in the cold
The story untold, about to unfold
How do you expect me
To ever believe, you won't be wit' me
[Chorus - Missy (Nicole)]
Why you all in my grill (why, you all, in)
Can you pay my bills (can you pay my bills)
Let me know if you will (let me know, let me know)
Cuz a chick gotta live (a chick like me, I got to live)
[Missy - Verse Two]
Talk is talk, and talk is cheap
Tell it to her, don't say it to me
Cuz I know, I'm in control
See tricks are for kids, and boo I'm too old
Go 'head, with your games
Don't ever come back, to me again
Where you go, remember me
I'm the best thing in history
[Chorus - Missy (Nicole)]
Why you all in my grill (why, why, why)
Can you pay my bills (can you pay my bills)
Let me know if you will (let me know, boy, boy)
Cuz a chick gotta live (a chick got to live, ooh yea)
[Bridge One - Missy (Nicole)]
Third time (third time)
I moved you in, took you back
In my life (I was a fool)
I don't know, what's wrong with me
Third time (third time)
I moved you in, took you back
In my life
[Chorus - Missy (Nicole)]
Why you all in my grill (why you all, in my grill)
Can you pay my bills (can you pay my bills, yea)
Let me know if you will (let me know, let me know, baby, baby)
Cuz a chick gotta live (a chick like me, I got to live, yea)
[Bridge Two - Missy]
If you want me
Where's my dough
Give me money
Buy me clothes
No need for talking
Have my dough
Where's my money
Where's my clothes
If you want me
(repeat)
[MC Solaar]
Zigzag zigzag, oui, j'ai du zigzaguer
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