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Song Lyrics :: Rap Lyrics :: Missy Elliot Lyrics

Missy Elliot Lyrics

4 My People
All N My Grill
Baby Girl
Back In The Day
Beat Biters
Can You Hear Me
Can't Stop
Car Wash
Click Clack
Dangerous Mouths
Don't Be Cruel
Drop The Bomb
Friendly Skies
Get Contact
Get Ur Freak On
Is That Yo' Bitch?
I'm Really Hot
I've Changed
Lose Control feat. Ciara and Fatman Scoop
Mommy
Pass That Dutch
Teray Eyed
Work It

4 My People

[Missy]
Uhh, yo
This is for my motherf**king club heads, you feel
me? (f**k, yeah!)
AAAAOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!

[Missy]
People, gangstas, and pimps and people
Smokin that lethal reefer
Up in the club the speakers
Highhats and base and tweeters
DJ is jockin needles
Sweat till I catch a fever
Call me the illest diva
Yo I'm on FIRE!!!!!
People go head and drink up
Get in the club get f**ked up
See me you got get lucked up
Someone to touch and rub up..
Show me some love, strip off your clothes, and take
off your socks

[Missy]
The party's jumpin, I see something fine (ooh)
Boy I wanna kiss you, but I'm just too shy (too shy)
Let me dance with you, let me wear you out (out)
Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out
The music's bangin, way down in my soul (soul)
When you dance behind me, I lose all control (ohh)
Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist (my waist)
When the music comes on, you take my breath away

HOOK:
This is for my people, my party people
This is for my people, my motha f**kin people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down down
This is for my people, my party people
This is for my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

[Missy] (Oh, the bar)
I'm at the bar now, and I'm buying drinks (uh huh)
And I got this feeling, and it's all over me (ooh)
I wanna dance with you, and lick your face (ooh)
Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy
The vibe is right now, and I'm bout to score (score)
Mr. DJ can you, play this joint once more (oww)
Cuz I see the man I want, I want him right away (ahh)
I'm look him right in his face and say DANCE WITH ME!!!

HOOK
This is for my people, my party people
This is for my people, my motha f**kin people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down get on down
This is for my people, my party people
This is for my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down

[Missy]
Freak that, come here baby, grab me from the back
Baby you the mack, and you know that
Put the needle on the track skip that, flip that,
bring the beat back
Oh, freak that, come here baby, grab me from the back
Baby you the mack, and you know that
Put the needle on the track, skip that, flip that,
bring the beat back
Uno (uno)... dos (dos)... tres (tres)...
Uno (uno)... dos (dos)... tres (tres)...
Uno (uno)... dos (dos)... tres (tres)...
Uno (uno)... dos (dos)... tres (tres)...

[Eve]
Can't stand when a nigga f**kin up my plans
All night liquored up while I'm tryin to dance
Drunk, and his breath stink, freaky with his hands
Cocky with his mouth please like he got a fan
Can't stand when a bitch all in my side
I don't even know her and she all up in my light
Givin me the side eye like she wanna fight
Philly known for boxing bitch better get it right
Can't stand when a DJ f**kin up the song
Know I'm tryna to shake my ass all night long
Cuttin up the same shit all night long
High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown
Can't stand when it aint jumpin like I want
Cats that try to stop my fun, take away my blunt
I don't give a f**k he aint gon' take away my fun
See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run, uh

HOOK
This is for my people, my party people
This is for my people, my motha f**kin people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down down
This is for my people, my party people
This is for my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down

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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

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Baby Girl

One day you see how much you mean to me this is the only way i can talk to
you so will you listen?

2*Baby girl you are so important to me you don't know what you did to me when you had to leave baby girl please smile down on me and i'll smile back!

nobody can tell me to stop loving you because i can't stop loving you at
all.every day i try to remember you as you were,but i start to cry wishing you were here!

repeat*2

(i hope you know how much you mean two mean to me we are all smiling at you
right *NOW*)

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Back In The Day

"Brothers and sisters!
Brothers and sisters, I don't know what this world is coming to!"

[Jigga] Whassup Missy? Timbo!
[Missy] This is.. another.. Missy
[Jigga] Hip-Hop! Yes!
[Missy] Elliott, exclusive

[Jay-Z]
Yes, uhh
One for the butters, I came from the gutter
No I came from my mother but y'all know what I mean
Hov' is here to stay like permanent crease in your jeans
Me and Missy be the new +Tag Team+
"Whoomp! There It Is"
We like, Rae & Ghost, A.G. and Showbiz
We "Public Enemy #1," our "Uzi Weighs a Ton"
This is our house, RUN! [laughing]

[Missy]
What happened to those good old days? {HA?}
When hip-hop, was so much fun
Ohh, house parties in the summer y'all (c'mon)
And no one, came through with a gun
It was all about the music y'all
It helped.. to relieve some stress {HA?}
Ohh, we was under one groove y'all (y'all)
So much love {HA?} between North and West

[Chorus: Missy Elliott]
Go back in the day
British Knights and gold chains
Do the prep and cabbage patch
And wear your laces all fat
Back in the dayyyyyyyy, hey hey
Hip-Hop has chaaaanged

[Missy]
Remember when we used to battle? (uh-huh)
On the block {HA?} before the lights came on
Ohh! Mama said we would be straight A kids (c'mon)
If we did our homework, like we knew those songs
Salt-N-Pepa, Rakim, and P.E. {HA?}
D.M.C, and Heavy D
Yes! Daddy Kane, Slick Rick too (oh-OOH!)
MC Lyte ("Paper Thin") opened, doors for you and me, c'mon

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Young! J. Bizzy, let's do it again nigga
Grew up the way it oughta be
From day KRS-One all the way up to "Nineteen Naughty Three"
To M.O.P., we "Cold as Ice"
Nigga we rock it from the "Dre Day" to the Suge Knight
So f**k Chuck Phillips and Bill O'Reilly
If they try to stop hip-hop, we all gon' rally nigga
Post Biggie and 'Pac I gotta hold down the city
Make a nigga wanna 'holla' like Missy, but f**k it
Just let a nigga MC
The best rapper alive, unquestionably
If you rip on your +EP+ you gonna need an +MD+
So "You Gots to Chill" cause I "Kill at Will"
like solid water dude; y'all niggaz don't get it
"Kill at Will," solid water? Ice Cube
Ha ha, that's how hip-hop has evolved
Jay-Z's for President, I'm namin Ra as the National God

[Missy]
Me and Jigga, Jigga J-J-Jay-Hova
I rocks the mic right whether I'm pissy drunk or sober
Misdemeanor fo'-finger ringer I'm stupid FRESH
I've been hot since LL rocked the Kangol HAT
Yes yes, the yes yes, the yes y'alln
C'mon... AW YEA, AW YEA
Okay, me, that nigga Jigga, fresh dressed in the mornin
C'mon... AW YEA, AW YEA

[Chorus]

[ad libs and whistling]

[Missy]
I wanna, go back in, time (let's go)
Feels like I, I wanna, go back in, time
Feels like I (Y'all remember "Self Destruction"?)
I wanna, go back in, time
(Where all the rap artists got on a record together?)
Feels like I, I wanna, go back in, time
(I used to love them days, no tension, let's go!!)

[Chorus]

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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

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Can You Hear Me

{Diane Haugton phone call}
Missy it's Diane
Here's the information for the....
Where you can send the flowers to
The florist for Aaliyah
I'll give you the phone number
In case you need it
OK Missy take of yourself
I love you
I love you bye bye

I been checkin' on your moms and dad (uh)
And your brother since the day you left (left)
Passed on and went away with God (uh)
But for your momma its been so damn hard
I hate to even hear her cry (cry)
Aaliyah she asked me why (why)
Would her baby girl go this way (oh)
Can you give me better words to say

One day she'll see you again
With the same old beautiful smile
Long hair and the voice of a hummingbird
You'll be singing them same old songs
Aaliyah can you hear me
I hope that you're proud of me
Me and Tim we been doing our thing
But Its never been the same
Since you had to go
I aint never met a friend
More incredible

Ohhhh......
I know you're in real good hands
With God but damn I miss you
Aaliyah if you see Left Eye (uh huh)
Will you tell her
Me and 'Boz miss her too
Cuz no one's gonna fill her space (uh uh)
TC L not replaced
Y'all the reasons we learned to love
Love fly high wit' your 22 doves

One day we'll see her again
With the same old beautiful smile
Crazy but sexy cool
She'll be rapping them same old songs
Lisa can you hear me
We hope that you're proud of us
TLC has come along way
But its never been the same
Since you had to go
Cuz the healing process will be long and slow

Yeah....
Aaliyah I know you're in a safer place
You're face to face with the creator and our maker
And if you and Left Eye happen to chat
Tell her me and Tionne we know she's much safer
If you see Biggie smalls
Up in the clouds
Tell him he's still the illest emcee
We had around
2Pac there is only one
Big Pun RIP
We say one (one yeah yeah)

One day we will see yall again
With the same old beautiful smiles
All styles so many styles
And yall be doing the same old things
The last time we seen ya
We hope yall can change the world
Let them see how short life be
It would never be the same since you had to go
To the music world yall are incredible

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah

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Can't Stop

[Missy Elliott]
Rich Nice
WOO! C'mon
SICK! Uh-huh
YES! WOO!
HOLLA!

I be thinkin 'bout that big - O
The way you used to rock it to me nice and slow
You used to do it 'til my back felt broke
You used to say give it to me - I'd say no
You used to talk that kinky shit up in my earrrs
And you would buy me pink pretty under-wearrrs
And I would moan cause you would make me feel nice
And you would make me feel like makin love twice
What I'm sayin, you the man, I'm in love
And I like when you do it rough
Hey shorty I can't get enough
Can't stop, won't stop - call me Puff
Hold me down to the ground, pick me up
Now move it 'round, break it down, hold up
Scream loud, black and proud, let's f**k
Nine to five, do it live, sho' nuff
I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good
I like it cause you raised in the hood
Uhh, you put your back into it
I tell you no, change my mind, then I do it
You cute, you fine, you fire
I'm the boss, do the job, you hired
Heather Hunter must of got me inspired
To work for hours, fall asleep, get you tired cause

[Chorus]
I can't stop thinkin 'bout you
Or the way you do what you do
With you I can not lose
I put it down like some brand new shoes
I can't stop thinkin 'bout you
The way you do what you do
With you I can not lose
Now let me put it down

[scratched] I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good
[scratched] I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good (YES!!)
[scratched] I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good

[Missy Elliott]
He wan' take me to a ho-tale, see if it's good
If the nigga sm-ale, when I put it down
He like OH YEAHURR
Taste like apples and a bag of PEARS
Right here, right dere, everywhere
To the bed, to the kitchen, in the wooden chair
He like to hear me moan like MMM-YEAH
Boy's in the zone and I don't care
Sittin on his lap, pullin on my track
He piggidy piggidy piggidy piggy my back
In fact no slack, damn he the mack
He ain't got to work me like dat

[Chorus]

[scratched repeatedly] I'm the boss
[scratched] I'm the boss, do the job, you hired
[scratched] I'm the boss, do the job, you hired

[Missy Elliott]
What I'm sayin, you the man, I'm in love
And I like when you do it rough
Hey shorty I can't get enough
Can't stop, won't stop - call me Puff
Hold me down to the ground, pick me up
Now move it 'round, break it down, hold up
Scream loud, black and proud, let's f**k
Nine to five, do it live, sho' nuff

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Car Wash

(feat. Christina Aguilera)

Y'all small tuna fish, I'm one big catch
(This is a Shark Tale exclusive)
Y'all small tuna fish, I'm one big catch
(Here we go again)
Y'all small tuna fish, I'm one big catch
(Say what, say what, yeah)
Y'all small tuna fish, I'm one big catch

Ooh, do do do do do do do
Car wash, car wash
Ooh, do do do do do do do
Car wash, car wash

(Yeah, let's drop it on 'em like this)

Ooh, do do do do do do, na na na ah, ooh
Ooh, do do do do do do, na na na ah, ooh

You might not ever get rich, ha
Let me tell you it's better than digging a ditch
There ain't no telling who you might meet
A movie star or maybe a common thief

Working at the car wash (oh oh, yeah yeah)
At the car wash, yeah (ooh, yeah yeah)
At the car wash (sing it with me now)
Working at the car wash, yeah

(Oh, oh)

Come summer the work gets kind of hard
This ain't no place to be if you're planning on being a star
Let me tell you it's always cool
And the boss don't mind sometimes if you're acting like a fool

Working at the car wash (oh oh, yeah yeah)
At the car wash, yeah (ooh ooh ooh)
At the car wash (ow said, now come and work it with me now, yeah)
Working at the car wash, yeah

Said, said, said, sing

(Work and work)
Well those cars never stop coming
(Work and work)
Keep those rags and machines humming
(Work and work)
My fingers to the bone
(Work and work)
Keep on and can't wait till it's time to go home

Hey, get your car washed today
Fill up and you don't have to pay
Hey, get your car washed today
Fill it up, right away

[Missy Elliott:]
Work at the, car wash
Sharks in the water make they jaws lock
When I swim through the grim, I'm too hot
Y'all can make y'all bets
Y'all small tuna fish, I'm one big catch
Shark's lair, bow down playa
'Cause this right here will be your worst nightmare (nightmare)
Work that, work that, pop back, hurt that
Turn this up and bang it all up in the surface

(Work and work)
9 to 5 I got to keep that fat stack coming
(Work and work)
No matter how big the shark is, the right keep running
(Work and work)
Washing cars ain't no place to be a superstar man
(Work and work)
That's why I work, and work

Working at the car wash (ohhh, yeah)
At the car wash, yeah (come on work, baby work it, say now)
At the car wash (ahh)
Working at the car wash, yeah

So come on, come on, come on, come on, come on

Ooh, do do do do do do, na na na ah, ooh
(Now keep it coming)
Ooh, do do do do do do (woo, so), na na na ah, ooh
(You may not ever get rich, but hey)

Hey, get your car washed today (hey)
Hey, get your car washed today
Hey, get your car washed today (phenomenal hit)

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Click Clack

Music...

WOOO

When I walk up in the club, they be pushin'
Misdemeanor got that ice that keep'em lookin'
(Uh-huh)
Crop top, drop tops on my Phantom, mang.
They be trippin' and them haters just pussies.
(Woo)

Feelin' on me, feelin' on me like a pornstar,
I drive a fast car, still shave my chocha.
(Uh-huh)
Get the cash, get the cheddar, get the beans mean,
(Uhhh)
Ching-a-ling, bling bling, my money real green

[CHORUS]
Who dat?
Who dat?
Player better fall back,
st-step back, player better fall back.
Click-Clack, cock back
Semi-automatic track
Drink a lot of Similac,
Shorty better fall back.

(WOO)
I fall down, get up
then I gotta dust it off
(Uh-huh)
(Say you got to dust it off?)
Yeah, I quickly dust it off.
I'm off the wall,
I do brawl, don't stall
Yes it's on,
Said it's on, I can't be cloned
You can call me Mike Jones.

305-212-804, My cell
(WOO)
Y'all must be dumb as hell
If y'all think that is my cell.

Hotel, motel, Holiday-
Don't play-
round the way, OJ
Yeah, I'm so icey.
(AAH)

What them haters say?
Misdemeanor OK.
(Uh)
Call me foreplay,
Position more than 40 ways.
(Uh-huh)
Like a chocolate glaze,
I'm hotter than a summer day.
Stingray, Sugar Ray,
Knuckles all up in your face.

[CHORUS]

I block-a block-a,
Straight jocker,
Matter fact, a face snapper.
Money stacker, no slacker,
Hit rapper, gun strapper.
I click, click
hear my--
Click-click.

2 snaps, you hit, then I--
click-click.
I make cash, pay them bills,
I pay them bills that buy new wheels.
I wear high heels,
I touch and feel,
catch me in your man grill.

My record deal, my movie deal
Is super sick-sick.
I click-click, and if you doubt me then I--
Click - click.
(Uh-huh)

Smack them boys,
I will destroy-
Hit, hit, straight down and
split-split ya boy.

I kick-kick like Karate flick-flicks
You get your ass bit,
Don't make me have to-
Click-click

[CHORUS]

[FADE]

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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 write 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 f**k a model
I go out with the cheapest tramps, pussy have me trippin
Like Kima, Keisha and Pam, I remain cool like, like open house on a school night
Animal House gettin thrown out for food fights, PPP strictly don't give a f**k
An Brick City niggas strictly don't give a f**k

[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 come through after me

[Redman]
It takes two to tango, and two to f**k
I done f**ked in Range Rovers to Isuzu trucks,used to move weight
Now you makin moves to duck, built solid without bolts, screws and nuts
Pussy tight jiffy lube it up, Doc came up, hoes use to hang up
Now my arm close hang 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 medulla oblongata

[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
Muthaf**ka! 3 triple zero, the Matrix baby, uhh, I'm out

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Don't Be Cruel

Beenie Man: Zaga! Zaga Naga! You hear she moans? Boom!

Missy: (Moaning) Hey yo Monica, won't you help me and Tim change this shit up again. Yeah! Hit em!

Monica: Yeah! Oh you turn me on, so boy don't lie.
I will never share you with no otha' bitches do don't try.
You all I want, like when Prince made "Doves Cry".
And all i'm sayin' to you is Don't Be Cruel!

Missy: (chorus) Yo baby pop, yeah you, come and give me a kiss.
Betta make it fast or else i'm gonna get pissed.
Don't you hear the music pumpin' hard like I wish you would?
Now push it, awwww, push it, push it real good!

Monica: No, dont get me wrong, that's just me.
I just want you to be all you can be like in the army.
Don't try to play me boy cuz i'm nobody's fool.
And all i'm sayin to you is Don't Be Cruel.
(Chorus)

Missy: Now, now now wait a minute ya'll.
(Awww, Push It)
This is for all the fly, sexy people.
(Awww, Push It)
So when I say get out on the floor, go to the floor.
(Aww, Push It)
Dance I said.

(Jamaican Beat Style Music Starts)

Beenie Man: GALA!
wait till ma hole u inna ma bed .
bad man run catch ya red.
Girls, if ya holla, gimme head,
Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now!

wait till ma hole u inna ma bed.
bad man run catch ya red.
I never knew ya love me like that,
Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now!

Drop them strings and lets get busy gal.
Hold on tight and don't get dizzy gal.
Sorry if you feel dizzy cuz i'm on me fizzy and just woke up in a bedroom wizzy.
who ya ramp with brign tha kitty here!
Like a magic like a third leg a pear.
Ready to explode ya front chair
Cuz I get my rep as the poonani engineer.

See you know you cant hold it off,
Early mornin' me knockin wit' cha!
Don't let me knock ya block wit' cha!
Cuz you just learned your lesson,
I'm no walk in the park yo...

The next time girl we broki them off,
Max em' out like me credit card.
no true maga tink mia fraud,
Run wit me all the way to the Fitty Yard!

gala u wait till ma hole u inna ma bed.
bad man run catch ya red.
Girls, if ya holla, gimme head,
Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now!

wait till ma hole u inna ma bed.
bad man run catch ya red.
I never knew you loved me like that,
Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now!

Missy: (chorus)

(Music Fades Til' Toyz Interlude)

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Drop The Bomb

(Verse One)
This is a Missy Elliott (uh) heavy hitter
Oh, now put your back into it, uh
I'm a pro, motherf**kers let me do it, let me do it
To the left, one, two, three, move it, whoo
Off beat, uh, yeah, watch my feet, yeah, whoo
I'm bout to just go lose it, uh
Like somebody slippin' x in my juices, uh
And now I'm dancin' like I'm under the influence
Shake my ass, I don't owe you no excuses, ooh
No, n-no, n-no, I didn't, uh
See my jeans fittin', let me take you from your bitches, whoo
Furs and cars, it make me no difference
Independent woman but I still spend your riches
What you got, I got the club so hot, so hot
And they strippin' from the boxers to the socks, uh
I'm in the corner cos I like to look a lot, uh
I like to see what's hot then let me go to "The Mariot"

(Chorus)
If you chillin' in New York, drop the bomb on it
Livin' in LA, drop the bomb on it
Wildin' in DC, drop the bomb on it
You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it
If you're ridin' in Detroit, drop the bomb on it
Cadillac-ey too, drop the bomb on it
ATL, dirty, drop the bomb on it
You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it

(Verse Two)
Yeah, uh, go head and drop the bomb on me
Call 9, 1, 1, this a crime homie, uh
The flow that I throw be hard to follow
From El Segundo straight to Chicago, yeah, ooh
I love the way the track sittin', yeah
Me and Timothy, whoo, la, good rhythms
Easy on the beat, whoo, la, you didn't, uh, uh
Slidin' in my slips like I'm Rick James' freak, (freak)
I'm havin' fun with ya son, uh
Ain't twenty-one, tell 'em don't need to come, uh
Way too young to get the taste of yum, yum
I'm way too drunk off Bacardi and rum, uh
Don't act dumb, drop it where you from
Rich or bum, it don't mean nothing, whoo
You need this heat cos the track overdone, uh
Radio drop the bomb on this one, whoo

(Chorus)
If you from Miami, drop the bomb on it
From Louisville, drop the bomb on it
Vacation in VA, drop the bomb on it
You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it
If you live in Las Vegas, drop the bomb on it
Or chillin' in Philly, drop the bomb on it
New Jersey, Brits, drop the bomb on it
You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it

(Verse Three)
Ring the alarm, somebody dropping bombs, whoa, yay, whoo
?Stronjay? I'm a park it in valet, uh
Let my ass shake like a truck on the highway, uh
Stayin' on my toes like I been doing ballet
And if it snows I'm going back to Cali, uh
No, n-no, n-no you didn't, uh
Put the track on, nigga, stop that bullshittin', uh
Ain't got no time, need a track that's hittin'
And if it's hittin', here's a bomb for you listen, ooh

(Chorus)
If you live in Alabama, drop the bomb on it
Stay in Mississippi, drop the bomb on it
Chill in Ohio, drop the bomb on it
You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it
If you live in Texas, drop the bomb on it
From Mexico, drop the bomb on it
People everywhere, drop the bomb on it, come on
You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb

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Friendly Skies

Missy:

Yeah
A little slow jam

Kiss me Hold me
The weatherman says it's gonna be
Cold tonight
Whatever man
Whatever whatever whatever whatever whatever
Whatever man you wanna do
I'll be the pilot
Don't miss your flight

I'm stewardess of the plane
Feel the turbulence and maintain
Please refrain stay in your seats
Until we reach the game

I'm stewardess of the plane
Feel the turbulence and maintain
Please refrain stay in your seats

Ginuwine:

Take me higher
Let's just go for a little
Joy Ride
Whatever man
Whatever whatever whatever whatever
Let's stay
Buckled up
And let's make love
Across the friendly skies

I'm passenger of this plane
I feel the turbulence I maintain
I will refrain Stay in my seat
Till I reach the game

I'm passenger of this plane
I feel the turbulence I maintain
I will refrain
I stay in my seat

I want you (I want you)
Baby, I want you (Baby you know I want)
I really really wanna (f**k) you
Sho nuff wanna (f**k) you

I want you
Yes I do (I want you)
Baby Baby, I want you
(I know you know what I want)
I really really wanna (f**k) you
I really wanna (f**k) you
Sho nuff wanna (f**k) you
Sho nuff wanna

Is there anything that you want
Is there anything that you need
Call on me (Ginuwine)
Call on me (Ginuwine)

Is there anything that you want
Is there anything that you crave
Call on me (Ginuwine)

Cuz I'm a passenger of your plane
Yeah

Electronic Voice:

Missy fly with me
Missy fly with me, fly with me
Missy drive with me
Missy drive with me, drive with me

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Get Contact

(feat. Busta Rhymes)

[Missy]
When I through my uh!! in it I split it
Mess around, make you ask who did it
Forget your pride go admit
My stank butt make you wonder who shitted
Whoa there kitty
Got a fitty from the city got a minute now I'm chillin (Talk to me now)
No time you silly
Fakin me like you Milli Vanilli
When they play this in the club they go nuts
Sweat all night 'till it smell like must
So Busta whats to discust?
I don't know but boy whats up (Throw it up, throw it up girl)
Boy you pretty
I got a bitty from the city and my hair looking pretty
Oh you didn't
No bullshit and you gonna get it

[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, I'm a get it and give it to all y'all
Hopin' you niggas is ready for another free fall
Overall niggas need to get up off the wall
If they wanna brawl Missy give me a call
Yo, not at all everytime I raid the rift
Before we bust yo' ass better plead the 5th
Shut your mouth you niggas talk to much in my house
Me and Missy lets get this money thats what I'm talkin about
Then you come nigga wanna be down
Shootin' your load I hope you know we got the rebound
Real quick break fool know we blow your mind
Off the hook nigga fix your telephone line
When we come through tell me what you gonna do
Give me my money quick so then I can thank you
Word is born you knowin' I only get better
Everytime supafly dangerous elements get together

[Chorus 2x]
She's Mrs. Supafly
He's Mr. Dangerous
And if you bust then they gonna bust
And one of us gonna have to duck

[Missy]
When I play this in my jeep you'll see
How this beat, rumble under my feet (Under my feet, yeah)
Go ahead, you cute
If you cute then I get cute too
Go ahead Missy I got many so many men I got plenty (What what)
I ain't kindin, dance alone why don't you come dance wit me
When I bumped this one the left they go deaf
Bust yo ear drums until none left (Till none left)
Whoa there Busta, they don't like us, they don't love us well f**k em
Oh you silly you don't kill me you don't feel me, boy you illin
We ain't dealin
If no drinks then we ain't chillin

[Busta Rhymes]
Yo Miss Supafly let me hit me and Missy we gonna get all up in it
All in a minute get wit it
When I was young gettin' babysitted
A nigga blow the spot up make you ask who did it
Contact everytime I touch a track
Freak out wiggle your funny bone and bounce back yo
Nigga see me in the back (Who dat?)
You don't know my name I'm knowin motherf**ker (True dat)
You wack you better improve your shit
When I bounce on beats lyrics might abuse your shit
Make music so I can lose your mind
So hide when I finish make you wanna press for wine
Nigga see the DJ cuttin' it up
Bringin' it back rippin' the track you know we f**kin it up
Got you suckin it up
My nigga chill out, make you ill out
And watch all of the Moet spill out

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Get Ur Freak On

KORE KARA MINNA DE MECHAKUCHA ODOTTE... SAWAGO SAWAGO!
(in Japanese: "From here on, errybody's gonna be dancing a little f**ked up... make some noise, make some noise!")

Headbanger.. hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
Yeah.. gimme some new shit
Yeah.. gimme some new shit
Yeah.. gimme some new shit
Yeah.. gimme some new shit

Missy]
Missy be puttin it down, I'm the hottest round
I told y'all mother(*skurt*), y'all can't stop me
now
Listen to me now, I'm lastin twenty rounds
And if you want me (NIGGA) then come on get me now
(YES)
Is you with me now (YES) then biggie biggie bounce
(YES)
I know you dig the way I sw-sw-switch my style
(HOLLA!!) People sing around (YES)
Now people gather round, now people jump around

[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Go, get your freak on (*repeat 6X*)
Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on

WHOS THAT BITCH??? People you don't know?
Me and Timbaland been hot since twenty years ago
What da dilly yo, now what da drilly yo
If you wanna battle me then (NIGGA) lemme know
(HOLLA!!) Got to feel it son
Lemme throw you some.. {*hindi voice*}
People here I come, now sweat me when I'm done
We got the radio shook like we got a gun

[Chorus]

[Missy]
QUIET!!!!!!! Sssshhhhhh, hush yo' mouth
Silence when I, spit it out
{*hach-PTOO*}.. in yo' face
Open your mouth, give you a taste
(HOLLA!!) Ain't no stoppin me
Copywritten so, don't copy me
Y'all do it, sloppily
And y'all can't come, close to me (YES)
I know you feel me now (YES) I know you hear me
loud (YES)
I scream it loud and proud (YES) Missy gon' blow it
down (YES)
People gon' play me now (YES) in and outta town
(YES)
Cause I'm the best around (YES) with this crazy
style

[Chorus]

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Is That Yo' Bitch?

[Jay-Z]
Uh, yo don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em I f**k 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
I replace 'em with another one
You had to see she keep calling me BIG
And my name is Jay-Z
She be all on my dick
Gradually I'm taking over your bitch
Coming over your shit
Got my feet up on you sofa, man
I mean a hostess for my open hand
You coming home to beer shifts and there be soda cans
I got your bitch in my Rover man
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'mma pimp her, it's over man
It's over man, it's over man

[Missy]
Oh is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch?
Why she paging him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Jay and them, bitch

[Jay-Z]
Why you home alone, while she's out with me
Room 112, hotel balcony
How she say Jay you can call the house for me?
There's no respect at all
You betta check her dawg
She keep beggin' me to hit it raw
So she can have my kids and say it was yours
How foul is she?
And you wiped her, shit I put that rubber on tighter
Sent her home, when she entered home
You hugged her up
What the f**k is up?
She got you whipped, got your kids
Got your home, but that's not your bitch
You share that girl, don't let 'em hear that at Earl
It'll make 'em sick that his favorite chick
Ain't saving it, unfaithful bitch

[Missy]
Oh is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch?
Why she paging him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Jay and them bitch

[Jay-Z]
Cool out homie
You betta keep her away from my balling clique
Keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix
>From hanging out with chicks who be swallowing dicks
>From catz who order Cris play the floor with the Knicks
It can only lead to something unfortunate
Hot boy like Jigga man scorch your bitch
Play the floor dot Jigga man go first
Then we all rock till we all hot
You know the boy from the Roc got them whores on lock
Got the bitches in the smash
Making yours drive fast
Do we get more cash than the average nigga?
All dem hoes like damn I gotta have this nigga
Cause I'mma hot black, how in the hell can you stop that
You can f**k mine
How the hell can you knock that?
I'm just playing the cards choosenly
Jigga man who ya supposed to be?

[Missy]
Oh is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch?
Why she paging him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Jay and them bitch

[Twista]
Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em screaming
Like a demon fiending for the semen
Chrome gleaming like the dome off Keenan
Gone while I'm leanin' smoking
I'm whip it in the stomach
Your bitch on the passenger side of me flashing your money
Why you acting so funny?
You know she been flirting while your working
Behind the curtain knuckles jerking for certain
Poppin' that pussy
Sweatin' till no fluid is left
When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to death
You gon' ruin your rep
Trippin' while we pimpin' these hefers
Playa lectures got me shining like a new Gator stepper
Must have been mad
When your ho put my stuff in the dash
Bust in her ass
To climax I come up with a nab
The game don't stop
Legit ballers bending up the block
Niggas rushing, coming at us cause of status and props
Sucking and f**king, loving it when I put tha dick up inside her
Can't help it if she yellin' with a ridah

[Missy]
Oh is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch?
Why she paging him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Jay and them, bitch
Oh is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch?
Why she paging him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Jay and them, bitch
Oh is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch?
Why she paging him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Jay and them
Oh is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your bitch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch?
Why she paging him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Jay and them, bitch

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I'm Really Hot

[PRE-HOOK]
oh (oh) oh (oh) oh (oh) oh (oh)
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm,I'm really,really
Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot

[1st VERSE]
Let me holla at the DJ
Come on DJ put that record on the replay
Don't you see how them bitches move they bootay
Everytime you play this record, smell like coochay
Follow dem, screamin like a groupay
Misdemeanor move my nookie like a hoochay
For them hatas, hatas f**k whatever you say
Because you know I'm too cool for you anyway
I'm just a bad bitch
M-I-S, Miss
I'm gonna keep talkin shit till you get this
I'ma bust up in the club wit no guest list
Them otha artist, I keep em all restless
I don't french kiss, unless it's 50 Cent
Vivica,we can share him like the president
Tabloids,I don't care,it's irrelevant
I'm heaven sent now watch how I do this shit

[PRE-HOOK]
[CHORUS]
I'm really, really hot
Every time my records drop
Radio says I won't stop
Cuz I'm killin em

[2nd VERSE]
You don't know whatcha talkin bout
You would think I was Sug when I come out
My album hit hard when I roll out
Yall records make a bitch wanna thow em out
And that's no doubt
See I rock bells
Fly as hell and cool as infidels
Baby can't ya tell
I lick my lips like I'm LL
And I'm doin it, and doin it, and doin it well
Straight to the hotel
I'm celibate so, boy, you gets no tail
Kiss, kiss and still you gets nowhere
Just two blue balls down in yo underwear
I play unfair
I'm a hot gal
Hot cars and stars and strip bars
And ain't hot if I'm not there
I'm a true playa
You can find me up in any record store
Hurry up and get here

[PRE-HOOK]
[CHORUS]

Look, let me move to the left
Go head, let me feel myself
Touch my chest my sweat
Show the DJ how I shake my breast
Jiggle, jiggle, jangle
Watch how my glooty is dangle
I do a 1 2 step, Stop!
No, I ain't done yet
Everybody in the club, go to work
Tight jeans, crop shirts, short skirts
I'm gonna rock to the beat till it hurt
I'm gonna drop it on the streets
Yeah ya heard
Hatas I flip the bird
Got guns, so what, I ain't scurred
I came to boogie and swerve
I ain't lyin folk that's my word

[PRE-HOOK]
(Release.. yourself...Release.. yourself...)
[CHORUS]

Really-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-hot-hot-hot-hot-hot
Really-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-hot-hot-hot-hot-hot

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I've Changed

Yes I've changed again, baby
Changed.. changed..
Changed, the games, that I, used to play
Play.. leavin when I stay
Woo! Ohhh, ooooh, baby
I've changed - I said that I've changed
I said I've changed - the games, ain't the same
They ain't the same
I've changed - the pressure wasn't greatener
on the, other, siiiiide-ide-ide-ide

[Missy + (Mo)]
Aight aight aight Mo chill (cause I know I've changed)
Yo Mo (I know I've changed, baby I swear I'm changed)
Yo Mo chill (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yo chill, you singin like you
You singin like you in church raisin money (I've changed)
for some choir rows or somethin (I've changed, I've changed)
You changed? I'm bout to change to a new track (ohhh-

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Lose Control feat. Ciara and Fatman Scoop

Music make you lose control
Music make you lose control

[Fat Man Scoop]
Let's go
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
Here we go now, here we go now
Here we go now, here we go now
Watch out now
(Music make you lose control)
Misdemeanor's in the house
Ciara's in the house
Misdemeanor's in the house
Fat Man Scoop Man Scoop Man Scoop

[Missy Elliott]
I've got a cute face
Chubby waist
Thick legs in shape
Rump shakin both ways
Make you do a double-take
Planet rockin'show stoppin'
Flow proppa head knocka
Beat spalla tail droppa
Do ma thang mutha f**ker
Ma Rolls royce lambergini
Blue Madina always beamin
Ragtop chrome pipes
Blue lights outta sight
(Long weave) sewed in
(Say it again) sewed in
Make that money throw it in
Booty bouncin gone head

[Missy Elliott & Ciara]
Everybody here
Get it outta control
Get yo backs off the wall
Cuz Misdemeanor said so
Everybody (step, step)
Everybody
Everybody (step, step)
Everybody

[Ciara]
Well my name is Ciara
For all you fly fellas
No one can do it betta

[Missy Elliott]
She'll sing on acopella

[Ciara]
Boy the music
Makes me lose control

[Missy Elliott]
We gon make you lose control
And let it go fo you know
You gon hit the flo
I rock to the beat till I'm (tired)
Walk in the club it's (fire)
Get it crunk and wired
Wave ya hands scream (louda)
If you smoke then fire it up
Bring the roof down and (holla)
If you tipsy stand up
DJ turn it (louda)
Take somebody by the waist like (uh)
Now throw it in they face like (uh)
Hypnotic robotic
This here will rock yo bodies
Take somebody by the waist like (uh)
Now throw it in they face like (uh)
Systematic ecstatic
This hit be automatic
Work me
Work work work me
Work work work me
Work work work me
Do it right

[Fat Man Scoop]
Hit the floor hit the floor (yes)
Hit the floor hit the floor (work)
Hit the floor hit the floor
Hit the floor

[Missy Elliott & Ciara]
Everybody here
Get it outta control
Get yo backs off the wall
Cuz Misdemeanor said so
Everybody (step, step)
Everybody
Everybody (step, step)
Everybody

[Fat Man Scoop]
Throw ya hands in the air
Let's go

[Missy Elliott & Ciara]
Everybody here
Get it outta control

[Ciara]
Get yo backs off the wall

[Missy Elliott]
Cuz Misdemeanor said

[Ciara]
So,
Everybody (step, step)
Everybody (keep on steppin)
Everybody (step, step)

[Missy Elliott]
Everybody, get loose

[Fat Man Scoop]
Now put yo back on the wall
Put yo backs on the wall
Put yo backs on the wall
Put yo backs on the wall
Misdemeanor's in the house
Ciara's in the house
Misdemeanor's in the house
(Music make you lose control)
We on fire, we on fire
We on fire, we on fire
Now throw it girl, throw it girl, throw it girl
Yeah, now move your arm to the left girl
Now move your arm to the left girl
Now move your arm to the right girl
Now move your arm to the right girl
Let's go now, let's go now, let's go now,
Woo, let's go
Should I bring it back right now?
Now bring it back now
Wooo, oh
I see you C
Now see I'ma I'ma do it like C do it
Now shake it girl
Come on and just shake it girl
Come on and let it pop right girl
Come on and let it pop right girl
Yeah yeah, now back it up girl
Back it up girl
Back it up girl
Back it up girl
Wooo, wooo, wooo, go go
Bring it to the front girl, go go
Bring it to the front girl, go go
Bring it to the front girl, go go
Bring it to the front girl let's go, let's go, let's go
(Wooo)

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Mommy

Please Stand Up!
In 2005 the industry will be pussy whipped
It wont be easy!

(Scratching) They like mommy with the cute face can I get a date
Mommy got a cute shape mommy make em wait
Papi havin trouble trying to keep up the pace
Mommy got the faith I let my pussy be the bait
Mommy got the good shit that really good shit
The type of chick you get with that really good shit
Mommy got them niggas goin crazy for the ass call me fast make a dash get a nigga for his cash
Mommy knock an buck with a quick upper cut
Mommy sport shelltoes I put my nikes up
I use to dress b-boy now I dress girlie
Wake up real early wit my braids lookin curly
Mommy let em know who she is what she bout
Yeah she bout money
Mommy turning niggas out
Mommy got bills cars sit on big wheels in the club
Mommy chill while them haters ice grill

Mommy cute rock fendi suites
Mommy fresh these my real breast
Mommy sex cause mommy grown
Mommy be that good shit at home
Mommy mommy mommy mommy
Damn mommy roll like armies
Mommy ass like a cadillac
Mommy give em heart attacks

They call me lil mama lookin big in my hummer
Mama on the corner lil mama be a stunna
Fly to the hummer quick faster then a runner
Foot on the gas ruuuuuum hender gunna
Mommy look good yea mommy look right
Mommy stay hood mommy be yo type
Mommy get excited mommy ask you to bite it
Mommy know you like it tell papi dont fight it
Capitol M.O.M.M.Y
Mommy got a pus take any chick guy
Mommy gotta deal mommy spit shit real
Mommy give em chills when she wear high heels
Mommy get the money, get the money, get the money
Mommy find a man who can go an get it for me
Mommy look fresh and respect me sweats
Stay best dressed showin off my breast

Mommy cute rock fendi suites
Mommy fresh these my real breast
Mommy sex cause mommy grown
Mommy be that good shit at home
Mommy mommy mommy mommy
Damn mommy roll like armies
Mommy ass like a cadillac
Mommy give em heart attacks

Mommy get the money get the money get the money

Yea mommy get buck like whoa lil mama
Back it up like whoa lil mama
Once she shake it like whoa lil mama
She get naked like hold up mama
Mommy be a freak mommy let the world know
Mommy want em to lick her from her head to her toe
If papi say no then lil papi gotta go
If he broke no no mommy kick him out the door

Mommy cute rock fendi suites
Mommy fresh these my real breast
Mommy sex cause mommy grown
Mommy be that good shit at home
Mommy mommy mommy mommy
Damn mommy roll like armies
Mommy ass like a cadillac
Mommy give em heart attacks

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Pass That Dutch

Intro]
Listen up everyone! we have been just informed
That there's an unknown virus that's attacking all clubs
Symptoms have been said to be - heaving breathing
Wild dancing, coughing
So when you hear the sound - WHO-DI-WHOOOO!
Run for cover muthaf**ka..
WOOOOOO! Ahh daddy! Ooooo! Ah! oh, ooh!
Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ooh)
Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ah)
Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ah)
Pass that dutch (whoo), pass that dutch

[Verse 1]
Misdemeanor on the flow, pretty boy here I come
Pumps in the bunk make you wanna hurt something
I can take your man I don't have to sex em
Hang em out the window call me Micheal Jackson (hehehee!)
I'm a pain in your rectum, I am that bitch y'all slept on
Heavy hitter, rhyme spitter, call me Re-Run
Hey hey hey, I'm what's happ'nin
Hypnotic in my drink (that's right!)
Shake ya ass till it stink (that's right!)
Mr. Mos' on the beat (that's right!)
Put it down for the streets (that's right!)

[Chorus]
(WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)
Pass that dutch, pass that dutch
Pass that dutch, pass that dutch, pass that dutch
Come on pass the dutch baby! (ahh!)
Shake-shake shake ya stuff ladies!
(WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)
Pass that dutch, pass that dutch
Pass that dutch, pass that dutch
Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (ahh!)
Don't stop, get it till ya clothes get wet

[Verse 2]
Number one - drums go bump, bump, bump
This beat here will make you hoomp, boomp, jump
If you's a fat one, put your clothes back on
Before you start putting pot holes in my lawn
Oh my God, show em I'm large
Shove my beat up, attack like my name was Saddam
I am the bomb from New York to Milan
And I can write a song sicker than Jeffrey Dahm'
(Woop woop!) Don't touch my car alarm
Break in my car you will hear "Viper Armed"
I've been a superstar since Daddy Kane was raw
I'm live on stage, c'mon and give me some applause [applause]
"Thank you! oh thank you, you all are so wonderful!"

[Chorus]

[Interlude]
Listen up muthaf**kas, you have five seconds to catch your breath.
Five - four - three - two - one [alarm rings]

[Verse 3]
Pop that, pop that, make that money
Just keep it going, like the Energizer Bunny
Shake that, shake that, move it all around
Spank that, yank that, dutch back now
Freak him, freak her, whatever ya choice
Didn't come to judge, I came to get ya moist
Scream - (WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOO!) now my voice is lost
Can I get a ride on the white horse? [horse neighing]

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Pop that
Pass tha dutch baby!
Jiggle that fat

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Teray Eyed

2005!
There will be no more room for yall with no originality
Woooooooooooooo!

(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 have to say.......

(Chorus)
Is when I sing this song
I get so teary eyed
Cuz you get under my skin
Can't let you suck me dry
I was gonna marry you, have kids for you,
Stay true to you, live life with 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)
This is (this is) how the story goes
For all those ones who know
When it's out of control
You work (work) and you work (work)
And sOmEone 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 suppose to marry you, kids for you,
Stay true to you, live life with 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 somethin 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 suppose to marry you, have kids for you,
Stay true to you, live life with you
But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee)

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Work It

DJ please, pick up your phone
I'm on the request line
This is a Missy Elliott one time exclusive
(C'mon, c'mon)

[Chorus]
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thang down, flip it and reverse it
{*"I put my thang down, flip it and reverse it" - backwards 2X*}
If you got a big {*elephant noise*} let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
{*"I put my thang down, flip it 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 then call me ov-ah
Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa
Call before you come, I need to shave my cho-cha
You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha
Go downtown and eat it like a vul-cha
See my hips and my tips don'tcha
See my ass and my lips don'tcha
Lost a few pounds in my waist for ya
This the kinda beat that go wa-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah
Work it! I need a glass of wat-ah
Boy oh boy its good to know ya

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
If you're a fly gal, get your nails done
Get a pedicure, get your hair didd
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 what ya want
I love your braids and your mouth full of fonts
Love the way my ass go ba-bump ba-bump bump
Keep your eyes on my ba-bump ba-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

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Boys, boys, all type of boys
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys
Wan tan taya taya tang-a-tang, wan tan taya taya tang-a-tang
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 Say'n, "Oh yessa 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 matt-ah
Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh
So you act dumb like ughhh, duh
And the drummer boy go pa-rum pa-pum pum
Give ya some some some of this Cinnabon

[Chorus]

To my fellas, ooooh
Good God, I like the way you work that
To my ladies, woo
You sure know how to work that, good God

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