X-tasy Lyrics By Missy Elliott

[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]
Ecstaacyy, I'm willing, to do the things I said I wouldn't do
On ecstaacyy, 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 mee
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, ecstaacyy
Everybody jump in and do something
Feel so free, I feel like making love to you
So what you wanna do? (AHH.. ahhh.. AHH!)

Ecstaacyy, 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]

Crazy Feelings Lyrics By Missy Elliott

(feat. Beyonce)

[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]

Dats What I'm Talkin About Lyrics By Missy Elliott

(feat. R Kelly)

[Missy]
Uhhhh
Ahhhh!

Have you ever been in the mind of a virgin?
It gets hot and curious (And ooaaa)
Well let me take you there
Are you ready, boy?
Come on baby, strap up, cause it might get serious (uh ooaaa!)
Now there will be some heat and some friction
Don't get alarmed cause I'll put ice just to chill the night (I'm just being polite)
And I want to see if you're into it
Intimate kisses and huggings so sentiment (ohhhhh!)
With you I might wanna spend my life

[Chorus 1]
You make the freak come up out me
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
Go 'head like it's my birthday
Dat-dats what I'm talking bout
You make me say oooaa! 'til I can't speak
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
Baby dat-dats what I'm talking bout
Dat-dats what I'm talkin' bout

You don't know just what you do, yea
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
When I'm rocking, slow dance with you
Dat-dats what I'm talking bout
Cause you put chills on my arm when we kiss, yea
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
Baby that-that's what I'm talking bout
Dat-dats what I'm talking bout..
ALRIGHT!

[R. Kelly]
Now all I wanna do is, baby
Is make your dove cry and make your body scream like
AAHHHHH!
Bet your bottem dollar
Can make you believe that you can fly (Yea)
Well, one hit of this sex weed
Guaranteed to get you high
Like a mutha for ya (No, baby)
You won't even know what day it is
Cause after I come from downtown
Girl I'ma wanna go another round, yea
Until you tell me carrisley stop
Put it like this
It's like fresh up out the kitchen
The way I got your oven so hot, mama
I'ma hit from the back, and the front, then the side, then bounce it up
and down like this
And baby, everyone gonna say you're a pimp
Cause I'ma have ya walking with a limp

[Chorus 2]
You make the freak come up out me
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
Go 'head like it's my birthday
Dat-dats what I'm talking bout
You make me say oooaa! 'til I can't speak
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
Baby dat-dats what I'm talking bout
Dat-dats what I'm talking bout

You don't know just what you do, yea
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
When I'm rocking, slow dance with you
Dat-dats what I'm talking bout
Cause you put chills on my arm when we kiss, yea
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
Baby dat-dats what I'm talking bout
Dat-dats what I'm talking bout

[BRIDGE: Missy]
Sex me, like me
Kiss me, hold me
Touch me, feel me
Do me baby, yea

Cause..
Sex me, like me
Kiss me, hold me
Touch me, feel me
Do me baby, yea
(R. Kelly: This is the greatest bridge I ever heard)

ALRIGHT!

Yea, Fo shizzle my nizzle
you sho nuff the dizzle
And that's on the rizzle, ooooo
Boy, you feel me sizzle (feel me sizzle)
So sweet helped me do almost anything

[CHORUS 2 w/ad-libs]

[MUSIC FADES]

Nothing Out There For Me Lyrics By Missy Elliott

(feat. Beyonce)

[Beyonce]
There ain't nothing out there...

[Missy]
A Missy Elliott Exclusive

[Missy (phone)]
I know one thing
Beyonce better not answer this phone
Her and the ladies in free
I ain't got no money either shoot
We 'posed to been at the club

[Beyonce]
Ooh
Hello?

[Missy]
Beyonce! I know you ain't letting that broke down insecure L.L. Cool J wanna be nigga keep you in the house for another Friday.

[Beyonce]
Just..Just go ahead I'ma stay here wit my man. Ain't notin out there for me.

My man don't like my friends
(Girl your man ain't no good why he tryin to keep you in?)
He says they influence me
(If I was an influence Id'a been said leave)
But boy I love him so
(Girl we late for the club, why you still don't wanna roll?)
Cuz I got my prize right here
(But see the guys at the party!)

[Chorus]
Ain't nothing out there for me
Ain't nothing about there for me
This is where I wanna be
I dun already been in the streets
And I aint came across nothin' so sweet
He's the only man that I love
And I don't need more than one
So don't worry when I'm hanging out
He's the only one that I am thinking about!

I know he's insecure
Everytime I leave out the door
(and you letting him spoil your night? Live your life, you aint even his wife)
He ain't gotta worry about me
Cus I got something more sweet
(Oh you must got a diamond ring)
And I know I'm so lucky
Aint nothin'

[Chorus]
Ain't nothing about there for me
This is where I wanna be
I dun already been in the streets
And I aint came across nothin' so sweet
He's the only man that I love
And I don't need more than one
So don't worry when I'm hanging out
He's the only one that I am thinking about!

And I love him
He's my baby for sure
I a sure him that
I love him more than ever before
And he don't bore me and his love like the time that we met
I adore him
And no man has come closer than that
[repeat]

[Chorus]
Ain't nothing out there for me
Ain't nothing about there for me
This is where I wanna be
I dun already been in the streets
And I aint came across nothin' so sweet
He's the only man that I love
And I don't need more than one
So don't worry when I'm hanging out
He's the only one that I am thinking about!

Look you goin or what?
Go ahead I'ma stay here with my man
Ain't nothing out there for me
Its a lotta guys with cash and they like to spend money fast
Now is your sure about that?
I'm chillin with my man
What part don't you understand?
Yeah I'm sure about that
I think you should really go
I heard the party is outta control
Make sure you sure about that
I don't care about no club
Cus my man is all I love
Yeah I'm sure about that
Don't let him blow your high
Go out and have a nice time
Now is ya sure about that?
Girl I do not get high, and with him I spend all my time
Yeah I'm sure about that
Ok stay wit your man ill be at the club doing my dance...

Oh..
(you're the only one I'm thinking about)

I'm Really Hot Lyrics By Missy Elliott

[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 d.j.
Come on d.j. put that record on the replay
Don't you see how them bitches move they bootay
Everytime you play this record, smell like coochie
Follow dem',Screamin' like a groupay
Misdemeanor move my nookie like a hoochay
For them hatas fuck whatever you say
Because you know I'm too cool for you anyway
I'm just a bad bitch
M-I-S,Miss
I'm gonna' keep talkin' shit till you get this
I'm gonna' 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
Everytime my records drop
Radio says I won't stop
Cus' 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' throw em out
And that's no doubt
See I rock bells
Fly as hell and cool as ?
Baby can't ya' tell
I lick my lips like I'm L.L.
And I'm doin' it,and doin' it,and doin' it well
Straight to the hotel
I'm cellabut so,boy,you gets no tell
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 chere

[PRE-HOOK]
[CHORUS]

Look,let me move to the left
Go head,let me fell myself
Touch my chest my sweat
Show that d.j. how I shake my breast
Jiggle,jiggle,jangle
Watch how my gludius 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 streest
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]
[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

I'm Talkin Lyrics By Missy Elliott

[Verse One:]

Nigga, waz up?
You think you tough, I'm fly shit
Has a bitch, dope as fuck
Sho nuff I'm guaranteed, no diggities
Fight you like the fucking enemies
You would think there's fucking ten of me
When I'm sending these
Blows, blows, hoes want to roll like hydro
When I suck Timbaland's bone like you [barking in the background]
Fido, I go
Scoop Lil' Kim
Me, she, her, them and him
Gets high in a tunnel
They see my Lexus comin
They hear the bass rumblin
They come quick, they come quick
Like a dick, I make myself sick
I'm so motherfuckin bad to the bone
Like my titties are full blown

[Chorus:]

My style of rappin, my style
I'm such such a good rapper, I'm such such a good rapper
I give you good and plenty, yeah yeah
My styles the bomb diggy, my style
My style of rappin
I'm such such a good rapper, I'm such a good rapper
I give you good and plenty hmmm hmmm
My style the bomb diggy

[Verse Two:]

I'm calling your cards like Sprint
Can't be me, can't see me
I'm low like Timb, ladies and gents
Dogs, cats and babies
Whoever but my style
I hope you croak from the rabies
Swayze,maybe I call your name
Ain't that a fucking shame
I'm too high for that
I'm great like the dane
Mane on main
If you decide to put your hands
On my fucking light
Like the ciggarettes I light
You must burn, you better learn
From the pro
Who rock shows after shows
When it rains it pours
I hurt like the cold souls
My style polishes like nails and toes
You know, know

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

You beg to be put on like cats
Nigga know who I am
Now you want to sing and dance
You want to shake your stanky ass
Well I'm sorry Sam
God damn, ou ain't family
You hounding me, pounding me
With the same old story
You bore me
Lordy have mercy on all these groupies
Sorry cutie
Why you go and shake your bootie?
Cause there's only one Lil' Kim
The triple beam, the misdemean
Nigga queen, whoomp, we Tag Team
So hot we melt like ice cream
Without the dick riding
Dreams of smoking a California blunt
I got the lyrics to make you feel it
What you want nigga?

I'm talking about my style
I am the flyest then RZA now
I'm talking about my style
Let me tell you about Missy's style

[Chorus]

Hey Timbaland be talking more shit
And Lil' Kim be talking more shit
Da Brat be talking more shit
Busta Rhymes be talking more shit
702 talk shit
And Aaliyah talk shit
Ginuwine be talking more shit
And I be talking more shit
And Total be talking more shit
Maganoo and St. Nick we be talking shit
Jimmy talking shit too
We out

Who You Gonna Call Lyrics By Missy Elliott

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 hooked on weed
I gave you dough, mo dough
You don't know to supply your need
What's it gon' be (uh)
I was there I was the air you breathe
Until you became a big star
No need for me

Now who you gonna call
When nothing's right
Will you call when your ass go broke?
Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you?
And you ain't that hot no more
Now who you gonna call
When nothing's right
Will you call when your ass go broke?
Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you?
And you ain't that hot no more

Uh do you
Call when you fall boy
Call when you ain't got boy
They don't wanna roll with you
They don't think you hot boy
What happened to you boy?
You are just a no-boy
Now you have no joy
Here we go

What happened to your Benz man?
What happened to your rocks?
Six shots that you pop in your bitches man
Now your name is like shit stink
You let the fame maintain
You done blew out your brains man
What happened to your diamond rings?
You bling-bling every time a nigga switch a lane
Beep, beep to your feet man
You's a jeep man
With no friends and no game man
There he is, uh

When nothing's right
Will you call when your ass go broke?
Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you?
And you ain't that hot no more
Now who you gonna call
When nothing's right
Will you call when your ass go broke?
Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you?
And you ain't that hot no more

Call, yo, who you gonna call, uh
Yo who you gonna call when your ass go broke
Them same friends who don't fuck wit you no more
Who you gonna call, yo who you gon, who you gonna call
Who, who you gonna call, who, who you gonna call
Heh-heh, where all your friends now?
Where your homies now?
When you was on top of your game
Everybody wanted to hang around, huh
Heh, heh but now that your ass gone broke
Your same friends don't want to fuck wit' you no more
Who you gonna call huh?
You better understand reality baby
Never let the fame blow your brain, heh
Yo, yo, yo, oh-zigi-zigi
Never let the fame blow your brain
Yo, yo, yo zigi-zigi-oh
Never let the fame blow your brain
Here we go, uh
And my choir sing, heh
Yo, uh, let the orchestra, and the violins
And the trumpets, yo, yo, oh shit, owww!

We Run This Lyrics By Missy Elliott

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

[Verse 1]

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 nigga 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

[Chorus]

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***

[Verse 2]

Wanna pull my hair
Break my back
Put it right money might sit in ya lap
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

[Chorus]

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***

[Verse 3]

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 much
& I don’t give a f***

[Chorus]

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’

[woman & missy]

[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

Go To The Floor Lyrics By Missy Elliott

Mama say, Mama san, Mama can you do dis.
Talking like you bad is when you just knew dat is.
Everytime I come out ya'll be like who dat is
Be more like Ashanti and be Unfoolish
You don't really want to break it with me
You wear Dada, I sport the Fendi
My Lamborghini against your benzi
Dirty diamonds in your ring see mines cling cling cling
Ding ding ding ding ding ding da ding ding
I used to get so high they called me Ming Lee
Spiked up my hair don' look like Don King
Hatahs keep on hating cause them don't worry we
Dem no worry we or me and timothy
M.I.S.E. slimed out my body-e-e
Bang bang to the boogie ooh wee
Playah keep on playing watch me do my duty

Go to the floor (now tell me what you want)
Grab me a drink (now what you gon' do)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, down to the beat. Brrah
Stand on the chairs (and dance like who)
Dance like the freaks (and what you came 2 do)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, like the 40. Brrah

I'm underated, glad i made it, independant, operated
I neva hesitaded hatahs kept me motivated
Da beat is penetrated, i'll let timmy regulate it
and we lay dead in the shade to drink a glass of lemonaded
Damn i'm faded, ain't no other way to say it ain't that complicated
Ain't no other chicks gon' neva make me feel invaded
I keep dropping hits like water breaking 2 centimeters and i'm dialatin'
Radio be patient ooh ssh come on check my translation.
From my observation, my fans is real patient.
They don't wanna hear da lies so stop faking
cuz you greazy like bacon, keep my stomach aching
If you wanna battle let there be no more delayin'
I hope you did some praying cause when i come swayin'
Pop shu pop pop pop yeah!
Sometimes i flow sometime quick
It was on the verge of kissing ass so slick
I'd be on the verge of making hits after hits
It's dat kind of shit dat tell your mamie don't forget

Go to the floor (now tell me what you want)
Grab me a drink (now what you gon' do)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, down to the beat. Brrah
Stand on the chairs (and dance like who)
Dance like the freaks (and what you came 2 do)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, like the party. Brrah

Everybody, move your body now do it
Here is somethin' that's gonna make you move and groove
Hey DJ keep playing that song all night
On and on and on (on and on and on and on and)
Now is the niggas ova there
Bitches right chea'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
All night long i hope you all came prepared.
It's 5:00 and we ain't goin no where
Aah yeah, Oh wee
Now will the guys with cash choose me.
Aah yeah, Baby
I got a man i ain't seen lately.

Go to the floor (now tell me what you want)
Grab me a drink (now what you gon' do)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, down to the beat. Brrah
Stand on the chairs (and dance like who)
Dance like the freaks (and what you came 2 do)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, like the party. Brrah

On & On Lyrics By Missy Elliott

(feat. Pharrell)

[Pharrell]
Beware, you're now listening to the sounds
of Mis-demeanor
Turn everything up, all the levels
All the fuckin levels

[Bridge: Missy]
Missy be the name and y'all should already know
I been around long Scarface so cold
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yo she ya
Let me grab the microphone and I'm gone take it away

[Verse 1]
Every time I spit I blow one or two speakers
Top model diva but my name not Eva
Yeah I brang fever rockin classic adidas
I'm srtaight off the heater rippin needles off the meter
Here I go, flip my flow
Back it up then I drop it low
It's a must cause I'm dangerous
I'll be a hassle on the busta call me angeldust
I talk shit di, didn't stutter
2005 MC's in trouble
You run for cover hide under your covers
Cause you gone need more protection than a magnum rubber

[Chorus 4X: Pharrell]
Ah, ah, on
Ah, ah, on
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah, on and it's

[Verse 2]
Missy finna spit this simply raw
Misdemeanor always make MC's feel small
Stick you on the table with a plastic cup
Say grace, then eat ya ass up
Y'all just rookies, virgins, and nookies
Not my competition you skip or play hookie
Aint nobody here that can tear the track up
And naw I ain't done rappin so shut the hell up
Keep it simple every time I flow
If you step to me I shall throw blows
Raise up like I's break nose
I ain't about talkin I'll lay 'em down slow
And for show y'all know
Misdemeanor got 'em by the neck low
Ice cold heart like zero below
If you wanna battle me then playa say so

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Let me tell you what I'm all about
About spitting hot rymes on out
Yeah Pharrell did the beat oh yes
And the way he put it down he make it sound so (fresh)
I be the best don't second guess
When it comes to other rappers bout it boy get flexed
When I say I'm tight as wife beaters
Missy bout to teach you how to follow the leader
Hit the club in a blue two seater
Lookin like I'm finna cock a nine millimeter
Get out with my highhill cuffs
Twisting my ass cause I know what guys want
Licking my lips like I'm takin him home
Teasing and teasing I'm fakin the funk
Shaking my titties like I wanna bone
Bend over slow then I tell him I'm gone

[Chorus]

Mr. D.j Lyrics By Missy Elliott

(feat. Lady Saw)

[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....

One Minute Man Lyrics By Missy Elliott

(feat. Ludacris)

[Missy]
Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man
Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand
I don't want no minute man

Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH
Ohh, ohh..
Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH
Ohh, ohh..

[Missy]
Boy I'ma make you love me, make you want me
And I'ma give you some attention, tonight
Now follow my intuitions, what you're wishin
See I'ma keep you all night, for a long time
Just start countin the ways

[Chorus]
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no..

[Missy]
Tonight I'ma give it to you, throw it to you
I want you to come prepared, ohhh yeah (oh yes)
Boy it's been a long time, a crazy long time
And I don't want no minute man, and that's real
Give it to me some more

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Yeah, uhh, uhh
It's time to set yo' clock back bout as long as you can
I stop daylight and Ludacris the maintenance man
Get your oil changed, I check fluids and transmission
You one minute FOOLS, you wonder why y'all missin
On the back of milk cartons and there's no reward
No regards, close but it's no cigar
A hard head make a soft ass, but a hard dick make the sex last
I jump in pools and make a big splash
Water overflowin, so get your head right
It's all in yo' mind punk so keep your head tight
Enough with tips and advice and thangs
I'm big dog, havin women seein stripes and thangs
They go to sleep, start snorin, countin sheep and shit
They so wet, that they body start to leak and shit
Just cause I'm an ALL-nighter, shoot ALL fire
Ludacris, balance and rotate ALL tires

[Missy]
Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man
Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand
I don't want no minute man

Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man

Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man

Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man

Break-break me off, break break me off
Break break me off, show me what you got

Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, break break me off

Spelling Bee Lyrics By Missy Elliott

[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

[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-e-l-l

[Verse Three]
I run yo block
I run them block
(Hah) Crack your windows cause I'm just that hot
That you forgot I got a big knot
(Cha-Ching) I must of hit the jackpot
I must of hit the jackpot cause my purse dont lie
The checks don't stop 'till they get writers block
Besta call the cops cause it'll put you in shock
Like the mind of Tupac I'ma rock 'till I drop
A-B-C-D-E-F-G
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P u-s-s-y thats pussy
for the fake MC who test ME
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 double l

Wake Up Lyrics By Missy Elliott

(feat. Jay-Z)

[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 ain't got a cellular phone, (its alright)
And yah wheels dont spin, (its alright)
And you gotta wear them jeans again, (its alright)
Yeah if you tried oh well, (its alright)
MC's stop the beef lets sell, (its alright)

[Verse 2 Missy Elliott]

Hip hop betta wake up, the bed to make up
Some of ya'll be faker than a 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 stop be my life saver
Like Kobe and Shaq if they left Lakers
And like a elevator dj on a cross fader
Black wake up i'll see yah ass later

[Chorus x1]

[Verse 3 Jay-Z (Missy Elliott)]

I need rims that dont listen and boomin system
First piece of change i see im gon' get one
745 no license to drive
I aint even gotta home i gots to live in my ride, fuck it
(Rewind)
I can hear myself but i cant feel myself
I wanna feel myself like Tweet
745 no license to drive
I aint even gotta home i gots to live in my ride, fuck it
Couple of karats in my ear wont hurt
Need a nice chain layin on this thousand $ shirt
Evisu cover the rectum, i kick game just like David Beckham
Anybody in my way i wet them
Ima be this way until the cops come catch em
To detective sketch em on the sidewalk wit chalk New Yorks infections
Till i got taught a lesson
Couple niggaz gone couple wink corrections
And Marie got 10, Tie got 15 nigga even my kin
Got 5 years bringin 19 in, i just think i used to think like them
Now they gotta live through the pictures that i send em in the pen
Hope you dont start yah life where i end

WAKE UP [x15]

[Chorus x1]

Can't Stop Lyrics By Missy Elliott

[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 fuck
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 fuck
Nine to five, do it live, sho' nuff

Pass That Dutch Lyrics By Missy Elliott

[Intro]
Listen up everyone! we have been just informed
That there's an unknown virus that's attacking all clubs
Symptoms have been said to be - heavy breathing
Wild dancing, coughing
So when you hear the sound - WHO-DI-WHOOOO!
Run for cover motherfucker
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 floor, pretty boy here I come
Pumps in the bunk make you wanna hurt something
I can take your man I don't have to sex em
Hang em out the window call me 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 baby!
(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 motherfuckers, 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

Joy Lyrics By Missy Elliott

(feat. Mike Jones)

[1:36 long skit precedes the actual song]

[Elliott] Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
[scratch] Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
[Elliott] Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
[Speak'n'Spell - vowel sounds]
[Elliott] Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
[scratch] Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh - so sick!
[Elliott] Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
[scratch] Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
[Speak'n'Spell - vowel sounds]

[Missy]
Timbo, what they do
They try to be like Missy but they have no clue
On how I'm spittin over beats the way I move
I move so smooth in my shell toe shoes
Now put the needle on the record, show'n'prove
Since ninety-two I came to win and never lose
They try to stop a chubby chick from comin through
My belly out and sellin out these venues
My skills, will fulfill, those who drink booze
My attitude is super cool like I'm subdued
And those who fake I take on you and your dudes
I rule the streets I break 'em down with no tools
And Misdemeanor give the finger to y'all fools (HOLLA!)
Whoever doubted that I'm 'bout it check the news
And if you snooze on me this year your ass will lose
Cause I will bruise, my loose screws is like ooh
When I come out get your release dates moved

[Chorus: Missy]
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
[scratched] This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I
break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin (BIG SHOUT OUT TO TIMBERLAND)
This year you hear a real MC, when I
[slowed up] break break b-b-break break break...

[Missy]
I flow over a beat that make a chick weave blow
And those who try to compete to the wall I throw
So I drop it low, 808 kick low
Like oh oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Mr. Mos', this beat he compose
While I kill the track, leave your ears decomposed
Fake rappers, this year your lies will be exposed
Like oh oh-oh oh, oh Missy steal the show-ow-ow
Spit on breakbeats, make rappers lose sleep
Make labels unable drop they artists on leak
I keep 'em knee deep, need me, be me
Hardly, and basically, I do it nice and slow-ow-ow

[slowed]
I'm slowin, the track down, so you don't miss the shit
that Misdemeanor talkin like that chronic get you super high

[Chorus: Missy + (Mike Jones)]
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
This year you hear a real MC
[scratch] Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I (MIKE JONES! WHO?)
break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin (MIKE JONES! WHO? MIKE JONES!)
This year you hear a real MC (GEYEAH!)
Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin

[Mike Jones]
See I'm a pimp that's on my grind, I hustle like all the time
I speak what's on my mind, my teeth'll make you blind
My heat'll lay you down, whenever you come around
Forsaken out there mistreated your life'll be deleted
Cause I don't play dat, you know I don't play dat
Wherever you talkin noise is where you gon' lay at
I'm "Supa Dupa Fly" like Missy Missy
Before the fame majors used to diss me
But now I'm on top, I'm hot I can't stop
Before my deal came my shows was sold out
House been on the hill, diamonds been in my grill
I'm trill like U.G.K., you know I keep it real
I'm who, Mike Jones, WHO? Mike Jones
WHO? Mike Jones and I can't be cloned
2-8-1, 3-3-oh, 8-zero-zero-fo'
That's my cell phone number, hit me on the low
I got

[Missy]
Hold up, I see a lot of folks in here sittin 'round like your shoes too tight
If you wear a size 10, don't cram yo' shit up in a size 6 ladies
Be proud of yo' big-ass feet
We came to party up in this bitch

Pass Da Blunt Lyrics By Missy Elliott

(feat. Timbaland)

[Verse One:]

Bitches
I never wanna hang with bitches
Since I turn Missy
Every bitch I meet be booty lickin
My ass they kissin
But I feel like they way to picky
I use to know a guy name Ricky
Oh really?
Don't piss me off and
Son, better let ya'll know you lucky
Cause if I come out buckin
The whole world better be duckin
Cause I roll with Puffy
No Doubt
Shit turned out get lucky
No matter what you still love me
You whack, you buggin

[Chorus:]

Pass da blunts on the left hand side
Pass da blunts on the left hand side
We got the beats
You got the beats that make me jump, jump, jump
We got the beats
You got the beats that make me rocky dodi dum
Pass da blunts on the left hand side
Pass da blunts on the left hand side
I got the rhymes
I got the rhymes to make you jump, jump, jump
I got the rhymes
I got the rhymes to make you rocky dodi dum

[Verse Two:]

Niggas
I always keep a good nigga
I get him for his figures
I A-K-A gold digga
See me with him
In a jewelry store
Buyin glitta
Should I not or should I?
I'm a get em, I'm a get em
Bitches
They mad cause I be flossin
Yeah this pussy costin
Tired and we tossin
You know I'm rockin
Cause there will be no stoppin
All that shit you poppin
What that shit you talkin

[Chorus]

[Timbabland talking:]

Welcome y'all
To Timbaland and Missy hit factory
A lot of people try and sneak in
And get the ingredients
But I am da man behind the ingredients
So please come to me with the recipe baby

[Verse Three:]

You see me on the videos
And then you want to go and play me on the stereo
Mic check 1-2-1-2
Here I go
My style is supa dupa fly and yours is so so
You see me on the videos
And then you want to go and play me on the stereo
Mic check 1-2-1-2
Here I go
My style is supa dupa fly and yours is so so

Release The Tension Lyrics By Missy Elliott

I'm the best and that's B and that's capital
I hang low like testicles
MCs when it come to these men who flow
Hoes, better back up
Fo' they get slapped up
Pack up and go tell mommy
That I'm back up
You, you, you, you and your whole crew
Whatcha whatcha whatcha gone do
To me, that's M-I-double S-Y E
When it's back to me
It's gonna be some tragedy

[Verse One]
Mmmm
What's your name
Cause you've got me
You wanna know
What it be like
What the deal is
Where my man at
Can you get with me
You say you got the things that I need
What's your name
Cause you've got me
You wanna know
Who I roll with
Who I be with
Who I'm down with
Do I like to do the nasty things that you do

[CHORUS]
Release some tension
Break for, break for intermission
For me and you, you start the kissing
You'll see what you've been missing
Release some, some of your tension
Break for intermission
For me and you, you start the kissing
You'll see what you've been missing

[VERSE TWO]
Mmmmm
You're so fine
I wanna make you mine
I wanna know
Can I be with you
Can you be with me
On the count of three
Me and you gonna get romantically
You're so file
I wanna make you mine
I wanna know
Do you got a girl
Is she good to you
I bet she wont do the things that I'll do to you

[Repeat CHORUS]

[Rap]
Uh huh
I be creeping and creeping
With my peoples, my peoples
With my homies, my homies
We be smoking that reefer
Trying to get (my) knees high
Trying to get (my) knees high
So I hit 'em with a broken bang (pop-pop)
Turn me up a notch
Neighbors wanna call the cops
They can't stand to see me rock
Every house is on the block
Nigga knock
Don't stop
Nig-nig-nigga knock

[Repeat CHORUS]

Best Friends Lyrics By Missy Elliott

(feat. Aaliyah)

[VERSE 1:]

My best friend say
She sick of me cryin on the phone
Tellin how the Men are doggin me
My best friend say
Don't tell her nothin bout me can you girl
She ain't showin me no sympathy
My best friend say
If she was me she'd let you go long long time ago
My best friend say
My best friend say
I'll be there

[CHORUS:]

I'll still be there for you
In your time of need
You can lean on me
Come on
I'll be there for you

I'll be there for you
In your time of need
You can lean on me
Come on
I'll be there for you

[VERSE 2:]

My best friend say
I can stay with her
At her house no doubt any time I like
My best friend say
Don't let you ruin my life
Cuz you don't do for me
And you don't act right
My best friend say
If she was me she would let you go long long time ago
My best friend say
My best friend say

[CHORUS (2x)]

[FADE]

Car Wash Lyrics By Missy Elliott

(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)

Slap! Slap! Slap! Lyrics By Missy Elliott

(feat. Da Brat, Jade)

[Verse 1: Missy]
Me and my clique
Run thur the gutter breakin down shutter
As the beat goes, dun dun dun duna
Ain't nothing better than these favorite buttas
It's like freakin wit your lova tryin bust his rubba
Have him have him undercover like he thought he never
How the hell a bitch like me become so celva
Yall wack MC's , yall never never
Talkin hard as a cock but is light as a feather
Yall suspect hoe's yall suspect hoe's
Takin off your clothe yall reject hoe's
Fell the rhythm, I'm bout to kill em

[Chorus Missy (Timbaland)]
Slap!Slap!Slap!
Right across your melon, easy

(Nigga,Slap!Slap!
Right across your melon, easy)

[Verse 2: Missy]
Yall lil'
Tryin act bigga don't yall get the picture
Every freakin year I come wit something sicka
Fan's takin flick's wanna get my picture
Freak's only speak "Do you know Jigga?"
Strange muthafucka's wanna be my nigga
Turn your man to a ass-licker
Cheatin ass men means, cheatin as men
Time to stop gamin and stay the fuck in
Fell the rhythm, I'm bout to kill em

[Chorus Missy (Timbaland)]
Slap!Slap!Slap!
Right across your melon, pronto

(I said,Slap!Slap!Slap!
Right across your melon, pronto)

[Verse 3: Da Brat]
You don't wanna get smacked right quick
Wit a upper cut like this
I don't give a fuck if you don't like this
Still get paid to bust the right shit
Still get paid to hope on the dick
I'm a prostitute, I gotta a lot of loot
But if you knock the boots,but at lease cop the coup
What I'm post to do, starve for you
This ain't ??, I can't crawl for you
That's impossible
I make the rule
I pay the dues
I wear the pants
Bought the shoes, they Prada too
Fuck wit me you lose
Step to me and get brused
Your chances are not few, they none
So what I'm bitchy
Roll a phat blunt wit Missy
In the front wit me
Tim hit AHH, wit the bang to the boggada beat
Burnin em wit the heat
It don't conser me, when nigga talk shit
They just wanna learn me
When they see me,I permentaly
Damage they shit internally
And Slap!Slap!
Slap! em right across the melon

[Timbaland]
Nigga,Slap!Slap!Slap!
Right across your melon, easy

[Verse 4: Jade]
I'm the M-S-J-A-D-E
Toes and lows , bling like I'm B.G.
I don't know nigga help, shit, I write my own
Just gimme a beat and a muthafuckin microphone
Picture this shit me Missy and Timbaland
We bout to take it to the streets, but they chicken ran
Oh Shit, It's gettin kinda hot in here
Oh Shit, Make niggas stop and stare
Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy
Smack the shit out the Clyde
Cause Bonnie should have pay me
Get old heads for they checks that sign right
And I get lil' boys for they doe on prom night
Cause I do my thing, knots in a pocket
Slap!Slap!Slap!
All up in your knogen, early
I said,Slap!Slap!Slap!
All up in your knogen

[Timbaland]
Nigga,Slap!Slap!Slap!
Right across your melon, easy

Hit 'em Wit' Da Hee Lyrics By Missy Elliott

(feat. Lil' Kim)

Uhh Missy, yeah B.I.G.
Ha ha, yeah, I like that

[Lil' Kim]
Uhh, it's the Q to the B to the double E, spittin' lovely
And it don't stop, rocks shine through my tank top
Where your bank stop, I deposit all the one drops (ha)
Think not, excuse me but uh I like to flow
Cause this joint knocks harder then Indicot and
I be off the wall like the Lox, nightbox filled with Benjamins
Me and my girl Misty gettin' pissy up in Bennigans
Makin' all of you rappers begin again, like Fennigan
Christians repent then sin again, girls wanna be my friend again
Lay up in my crib up wit', get up in my linens and
While Misdemenor hit notes like Sarafinna, I subpeona you
To my funk grooves see, I hit you wit' the huhhh!
She wit' ya with the heeeee!

[Missy]
It wasn't your car that had me all in love with you (you)
Cause I've got my own ride and a trunk full of tunes (tunes)
I drive through your hood
And I hit 'em with

[chorus]

I hit 'em with the hee
I hit 'em with the
I stop 'em with the haaa (I stop 'em with the haaa)
Let's drink to you and me, let's drink to you and me
Meet me at the bar, heee haaa heee haaa

[Missy]
It wasn't your money that had me all sprung out (sprung out! sprung out sprung out)
Cause I got my own account and my bills in large amount
Aye hey hey
I drive through your hood

[chorus]

I hit 'em with the hee
I hit 'em with the
I stop 'em with the haaa (I hit 'em wit' the hee, I hit 'em wit' the ha)
Let's drink to you and me, let's drink to you and me
Meet me at the bar (you can meet me at the bar)

[Missy]
Long Iced Tea slurp me swiftly, meet me at the bar
What's up star? we know who you are
Shit, no shit I thought you hadn't noticed
The way I roll this Dutch, the way I roll this Dutch
Niggaz love my style too much (ha ha)
Duck, here comes the shot Bang Bang pllllllrrr!
Drop, me and Timbaland like haaa we takin over blocks
Like a one billion bitch march

I hit em with the heee
I hit em with the haaaa
I hit em with the hee
I hit em with the haa
I stop em with the haaa (hee hee ha)
I hit em with the heee
I hit em with the haaaa
I hit em with the hee
I hit em with the haa
Meet me at the bar (meet me at the bar)

Tell me where the party at, where the party at toot toot
(You know what I'm sayin', we about to be out like this)
Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot
(for the year 2 thou, uh huh me Timberland remember me)
Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot
(Lil' Kim, none of ya'll, none of them wanna fuck with us)
Tell me where the party at, tell tell me where the party at toot toot
(yeah we out nigga)

[music plays till fade]

4 My Man Lyrics By Missy Elliott

(feat. Fantasia)

[Spoken-Fantasia]
Like yo name is Missy Elliott
My name is Fantasia Barrino
And what I can give you
Is Fantasia Barrino
Holla at ya girl

[Shouted-Missy]
2005
Wooh!

[Verse 1-Missy (Fantasia)]
Wake up in the morning with my man next to me
Up all night like we on that extacy
Mix with that hennessy
He got the remedy, yeah my nigga into me
Can't say ya simply we
Take a quick shower for the hour conversation
Time to have relations
Love making in the basement
Smack it for the pressure (ooooohhhh yeah)
One minute, two minute, I was no questions
Who would ever think that I'd be giving up the goodies
Walk around naked in a pair of pink footies
Just like them hos at the shows
Half-dressed clothes, doing whatever who knows
Okay (okay)
Nah I only get freaky wit him
No menag¨ trois, not freaky with him
Its just me and my man
Simply me and my man

[Chorus-Fantasia]
For my man, I'd do whatever
Cause what I feel, this love it make me do things, make me do things
For my man, my loves forever, my loves forever
Cause what I feel, this love it won't ever change

[Verse 2-Missy & Fantasia]
I'm never insecure when we're not together
Even though he told me he in love with Ciara
I'm from a new era and I bring terror to ay chick who check my fella when we together
So he treat me like Cinderella
Protect me from the storm like he my umbrella
This fella deserve from a stella
He be a Rockefeller, not Jay-Z and Dame
But the charm on a chain
He platinum (oooh)
Jacob Rolly lick his Forty (He packin)
He stackin, keep trackin and I'll fax em
If I can't find his ass then his ass outta gas
He only getting one past (Okaaay!)
Cuz my man (my man) he's my man and he nobody else's
Damn right
I've never felt this
Old ladies trying to coast us
You better get focus before you ever try to approach him

[Chorus-Fantasia]
For my man, I'd do whatever
Cause what I feel, this love it make me do things, make me do things
For my man, my loves forever, my loves forever
Cause what I feel, this love it won't ever change

[Verse 3-Missy (Fantasia)]
See when you in love you might have to fight
Don't ever say you won't (ever say you won't)
You might get real mad
Wanna act all bad
Act up in the street, few chicks ya gotta beat cause the disrespect
Clockin ya man from his feets to his neck
Uh!
You gotta let her know that's a no-no
Slap her real slow with her right blow
Whichever way you go and keep it gangsta (gangsta)
Show these bitches that aint gon (aint gon)
Yank a point, blank a top, rank her
I ride for my nigga and I'm happy with the trigger
Scared how you figure?
My man
Said time again that's my man (my man)
My man again, I say that's my man (that's my maaan!)
Its just me and my man, simply me and my man

[Chorus-Fantasia]
For my man, I'd do whatever
Cause what I feel, this love it make me do things, make me do things
For my man, my loves forever, my loves forever
Cause what I feel, this love it won't ever change

[Outro-Fantasia]
That's my man!
Yes! That's my man!
This love!
Ohhhhhhh!

My Struggles Lyrics By Missy Elliott

(feat. Mary J. Blige, Grand Puba)

[Grand Puba]
Yeah, Missy Elliott, Grand Puba

[Missy Elliott]
Y'all don't really know who I am, God damn
I'm like grease in the frying pan cause I am
bacon, eggs, toast, butter
Smooth sexy lover more FRESH than others
Go ask your brother if y'all don't believe
I control the industry cause Missy in the lead
{*scratching*} Uhh, I'm talkin to you man
With my upper hand, the fans call me Dapper Dan
When I was young my pops, throw rocks
Always shit talk to my moms and call the cops
Couldn't wait 'til I was nice and grown
Sick of daddy mouth 'til six in the morn'
On and on and on 'til the record scratch
And if I made a few scraps I would never come back (YES!)
Take moms with me and a few ADAT's
And make a song about dad and tell pops he's a rat (YES!)
Oah-KAYYYYY!

[scratched] hold up

[Chorus 2X: Missy Elliott]
Y'all don't really know my life
Y'all don't really know my struggles and how much liquor I guzzle (YES!)
Y'all don't really know my fears
And how many years to get here but I'm ready to rumble

[Grand Puba]
Yeah, I be that throwback cat, I throwback 'gnac
I spit hot raps, then I check my traps
Pockets stop the bulk, green up like the Hulk
Ram up in somethin like that nigga Marshall Faulk
I'm a low key nigga, a O.G. nigga
Entertain my guests in "The Basement" like Tigger
Grand Puba and the name ring bells
And if it ain't about paper I don't waste my sells
So the new school new school need to learn yo
I burn baby burn like a Hunt's Pointe ho

[Missy Elliott]
Yo yo Puba, hold up
Let's take 'em back on some "411" shit
MA-RYYYY!

[beat changes]

[Mary J. Blige]
I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don't rap
I'm known around the map to always make a comeback
I went through some struggles fightin with my ex-lovers
Stayed in lots of trouble, blessings then I had recovered
Had to pay them bills, the places I lived
Messin with them cats that's said to get I had to give
I had to tell them back up cause I was quick to smack 'em up
I didn't give a WHAT, Mary J. would act up

[Chorus: Missy + (Mary)]
Y'all don't really know my struggles
(I had two or three jobs I had to juggle)
And all them liquor shots from the pain I covered
(Strugglin from the break-ups with my lover)
(Y'all don't know the half) Don't know the half
(I'm better off now that was in the past)
I had to take the good stuff with the bad
Now I'm (thankful for the little things that I have)

[scratched] I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don't rap
[scratched] Grand Puba, and the name ring bells
[scratched] I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don't rap
[scratched] Grand Puba, and the name ring bells

Babygirl Intro Lyrics By Missy Elliott

[Missy Elliot:]

Check It
As i grab my pad and pen
and begin to talk from within
Oh God how my eyes water
like a preacher who sins
Im only human but,
the world has put me on a platform
since the day i was born,
to only wait for my down falls
but like a brick wall
im too hard to break.
Ok, I do make mistakes but
im the realist from the fake.
Thats why im the hardest to hate.
Aaliyah, babygirl, ive learned to love
those while they still awake,
"Sleep, Sleep".
And prepare a place for those who are good
in the projects and hood.
give to the misunderstood.
I know lisa, pac, and biggie and jay and pun
are still number one.
there will be more of us to come.
high of a leader teach her, i gotta.
Like a single parent provider.
puttin back those hip hop dividers.
like a priest with a back slaughter.
I sin but I win.
and any one we lost in life on 9/11,
we'll be sure to see again

{Mary J. Blidge:}
What you hear is not a test
im rockin to the beat
its just me, and my crew and my friends
we gonna try to move your feet.
See I am MAry Blidge and i'd like to say hello.
to the black the white the red and the brown,
the purple and yellow. so watcha got..
(ohhhh, ohhh, ooooooooo)

Play That Beat Lyrics By Missy Elliott

To the beat y'all, play that beat [5x]
(This is a Missy Elliott exclusive)

[1st Verse]
When you wanna go around the world (I'm ready)
And if you want me to fight your ex-girl for you (I'm ready [2x])
If you need me to cook you meals (I'm ready)
And if you want me to come and chill with you boy (Suga' I'm ready)

[Chorus]
You don't know how you got me
I've never been in so, but not me
I was always told not to be
Givin' up the (cat) easy

Something you do reminds me
Friends be tryin' to stop me
They can't believe you got me
Givin' up the [cat] easy

[2nd Verse]
When you need a backrub from working all day (I'm ready)
Uh when you need a chick to come over right away (I'm ready) (Like this)
When you need me to wash your clothes boy (I'm ready)
When you need me on the phone to curse out the hoes (Suga' I'm ready)

[Chorus]

Boy there ain't none quite like you
Ask me and I'll always do
Cuz' I got this thing for you
You know what a little (cat) can do
[Repeat]

[Chorus]

I'm ready when your baby momma trips
So just call me come in doin' backwards flips
My darling
Would you like me bust her lips
Cuz' I'm ready, show you I'm the realest chick
And I love you
I'll do what you want me to do
I said I love you
For you I'm more than a crew
I'm Mrs. Do-right
Can't go wrong with me
I said R-E-D-Y
Always on time
Uh, come on

Don't Be Commin' (in My Face) Lyrics By Missy Elliott

[Verse One:]

You never know a good thing till I'm gone
You spending many, many nights home alone
You won't be seing me around your way
No, No
And if you don't get it together
Baby I can't stay

[Chorus:]

Don't be commin' in my face
Tryin to tell me you love me
You shoulda thought once or twice
Sacrifice and make it right
It's the thing that you do
Make me not love you
Go this way and you'll see
Get no other love like me

[Verse Two:]

You never know I'm for real till I leave
And when I pack up my clothes don't be calling me
You won't be seing me
Anymore
No, no
Cause when I'm long, long gone
I won't be back in this door

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

To my east side people to my west side
To all my bitches who sat home crying
Over these niggas and over these fellows
Shake em off like Jello
To my east side people to my west side
To all my bitches who sat home crying
Over these niggas and over these fellows
Shake em off like Jello

[Chorus]

[Verse Four:]

I used to stick closer to your side then a beeper
Till you smoked that cheaper reefer
Now you loony as fita, cheddar
Don't say a word
Yep I got tha word
Yeah I heard it from a little bird
Now I'm out the door
My four four
You don't know?
Get your bags and your things take the door
Don't take this shit no more
When you leave
You can leave out the back door

[Missy Talking:]

Fucker
Stupid niggas
Who always think they can play somebody
Ya'll know who ya'll are
Tryin to run about 3-4-5 women at one time
Now you wanna come back all in our faces
Tellin me how much you love me and all that bullshit
Whatever man
Fuck you
Alright, I'm out

Busa Rhyme Lyrics By Missy Elliott

(feat. Eminem)

[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

Old School Joint Lyrics By Missy Elliott

Flip da beat
Oh yeah I'm feelin this one
You remember back in the old school days
You used to have joints like this
and you'd be up in the club dancin like your moms and your pops
Hehe, I know y'all know what I'm talkin about
So we gon' flip it like this, ooh, ooh

[Verse 1]
Before you take me out let's, have a conversation
No touchy touchy cause it might lead to havin relations
Let's get to the point, boy, no abbreviations
Don't wanna give it up too quick, I wanna build up anticipation

[Chorus]
Once you get me will you know how to act
Will you do me right (Ooh, I need to know, I need to know)
Once you get me will you keep my pockets fat
Keep me lookin tight (Ooh, yeah)

[Verse 2]
I wanna give it some time and, get to know eachother
Let's be friends before we think about being lovers
Ain't no need to rush it, if this is forever
If you wait on this love, I promise it'll get mo' betta and betta

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Flashlights (flashlight)
Neon lights (neon light)
Party rides, all night
Love me right, keep me lookin tight (lookin tight)
So nice (so nice)
That's what I's like

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

So Addictive Lyrics By Missy Elliott

(feat. Charlene 'Tweet' Keys)

[Missy - singing]
I know some of y'all sick of songs y'all be hearin on the radio-
ohhhh (ohhh!)
So me and Timbaland gon' give that shit you never heard before
(shit you never heard before-ohhh)
It's like drinkin liquor or weed or X whatever does you the best
My beats, are so (sooooo) addic-hictive

[Tweet] C'mon get krunk with me
[Missy] See if you're ridin down the street
and you're bout to roll that shit up
[Tweet] You don't need drugs or weed
[Missy] Oh nah you ain't smokin that stank shit up in my car
Get your feet off my dashboard
[Tweet] C'mon get krunk with me
[Missy] Oh yeah you wanna get krunk though?
Well pop this CD in right here and take a hit of me

[singing] My album is so, addic-hictive

[Missy] My album is so addictive [*echoes*]
Man bump this ballad shit

Take Away Lyrics By Missy Elliott

(feat. Ginuwine)

[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

Smooth Chick Lyrics By Missy Elliott

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

Hot Lyrics By Missy Elliott

[Missy]
This is an old school Missy exclusive

[Verse 1]
Look I ain't on no ra-ra shit
You dont wanna test how far Miss get
Me and Tim's cars got kits
But we don't drive around trying to prove you shit
Everyone trying to be that bitch
but there can only be one bitch, make hits
I know I must make y'all sick
Cuz Everytime I spit you beg to quit
I used to drive a six
And now I drive a mercala gold and shit
On the plush gold seats to sit
And I own my own click
Man I must admit
And my S is it
Misdemeanor have you seen she the best it get
And those who try to test this chick
Where they at right now in peace restinin'

[Chorus]
If you broke
Just say you broke
Cuz' all you blowin up ya ass is some smoke
See we rich folks, we buy boats
And you is a broke bum nigga that's for sure
I know you broke just say you broke
Cuz' all you blowin' out ya is some smoke
Cuz rich folks we buy boats
And you is a broke bum liar that's for sure

[Verse 2]
Yeah boo you know you a joke
Wear a fake Rolex, call it a Ro
Claim you down with so and so
Ya whack on whack, bows I came to throw
I might just let you mop my flo'
Here my autograph take this flick to go
(CHEESE)
Miss don't say no mo'
Cuz you know what I do
And you know what I know
And I dont think so
You dont wanna lose a arm or elbow
If ya broke man just say so
Cuz that bentley that you renting
Man its got to go
Back to the black man sto'
Along with ya weave cop a new afro
Why you wanna make Miss stoop so low
But if you try to test me I just check ya slow

[Chorus]
If you broke
Just say you broke
Cuz' all you blowin up ya ass is some smoke
Cuz we rich folks, we buy boats
And you is a broke bum nigga that's for sure
I know you broke just say you broke
Cuz' all you blowin' out ya is some smoke
Cuz rich folks we buy boats
And you is a broke bum liar that's for sure

[Verse 3]
In old school we used to call out names
But I ain't tryin' to get y'all all my fame
My credit card gonna bring ya pain
To know ya bank account just don't change
No need to wreck ya brains
Trying to see who Missy gon' slain
I roll solo not with a gang
Don't carry guns kick ass wit a chain
Don't let me say it again
Don't carry guns kick ass with a chain
(WHASSSSA)
Like a chinese man
Reverse it
(ti esrever)
Know what I'm saying

[Chorus]
If you broke
Just say you broke
Cuz' all you blowin up ya ass is some smoke
Cuz we rich folks, we buy boats
And you is a broke bum nigga that's for sure
I know you broke just say you broke
Cuz' all you blowin' out ya is some smoke
Cuz rich folks we buy boats
And you is a broke bum liar that's for sure

4 My People Lyrics By Missy Elliott

(feat. Eve)

[Missy]
Uhh, yo
This is for my motherfucking club heads, you feel me?
AAAAOOW!!

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

[Missy]
The party's jumpin, I see something fine
Boy I wanna kiss you, but I'm just too shy
Let me dance with you, let me wear you out
Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out
The music's bangin, way down in my soul
When you dance behind me, I lose all control
Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist
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 motherfucking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down
This is for my people, 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, get on down

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

[HOOK]

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

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

[HOOK]

Don't Be Cruel Lyrics By Missy Elliott

[Beenie Man]
zaga, zaganaga, U hear she moans? Boom!

(come on)

[Missy Elliott]
Aye yo Monica, won't U help me and Timb change dis shit up again, yea, hit'em

[Monica]
Ooh u turn me on,so boy don't lye
I will never ?? so don't try
U all I want,like when Prince made doves cry
And all I'm sayin to U is dont be cruel

[Chorus-Missy]
Yo baby pop, yea U, come and give me a kiss
Betta make it fast, or else I'm gonna get pissed
Don't U hear the music pumpin' hard,like I wish U would
Now push it (awww), push it, push it real good

[Monica]
Don't get me wrong, that's just me,
I just want U to be all U 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 U is don't be cruel

[Chorus-Missy]
Yo baby pop, yea U, come and give me a kiss
Betta make it fast, or else I'm gonna get pissed
Don't U hear the music pumpin' hard, like I wish U would
Now push it (awww), push it, push it real good

[talking-Missy]
Now, now, now wait a minute ya'll,
this is for all the fly sexy people,
so when I say get out on the floor,
go to the floor,
dance I said

[Bridge-Beenie Man]
Gala
(yea)
Run to me one and only bed,
(yea)
Run man,run get ya rag
(yea)
Girls if ya holla give me head,
Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now
(yea)
Run to me one and only bed,
(yea)
Run man,run get ya rag
(yea)
?? every last said
Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now

[Beenie Man]
Drop dem shings and let's get busy girl,
Hold on tight and don't get dizzy girl
Sorry for ya dizzy, got me on I be fizzy or a kizzy,
Just woke up in my bedroom wizzy,
While ya on break let yo kitty air,
Like magic song at 3rd, like a pier
Girl U bout to explode ya frontier
Cuz I got to direct this, a poonany engineer
See ya kno ya can olly-wa
Early heard I came here wit cha,
Don't be mockin,ya not ordering me chalk
U got to learn a lesson, not a walk in the park, yo
Let's show'em how to punk dem out
Max'em out like mercurtic kwa
I'm talkin bout let me date me a frog
Burn U a ?

[bridge-Beenie Man]
Gala
(yea)
Run to me one and only bed,
(yea)
Run man, run get ya rag
(yea)
Girls if ya holla give me head,
Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now
(yea)
Run to me one and only bed,
(yea)
Run man, run get ya rag
(yea)
?? every last said
Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now

[Chorus-Missy]
Yo baby pop, yea U come and give me a kiss
Betta make it fast, or else I'm gonna get pissed
Don't U hear the music pumpin' hard, like I wish U would
Now push it (awww), push it, push it real good