Ching-a-ling Lyrics By Missy Elliott

The party is ending at 2 am... so whatever you must do... do it now!

[Chorus:]
Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here,
Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here, (this is...)
Thirsty, baby bring it over here, (a Missy Exclusive)
Thirsty, baby bring it over here,
See my money maker, do my money maker, (crazy baby)
See my money maker, do my money maker (serious man)
(Reversed) (let's go!)

[Verse 1:]
M-I-S-E,
Missy be a freak,
Sex so good, I can freak you in my sleep,
Ice on my sleeve, I can make a room freeze,
Pockets more bigger than a stripper booty cheeks,
Dudes don't speak when they look at my physique,
French on my feet, cost about fifty,
I don't swing from a pole, Missy swing from a tree,
I'm Ahamed Ali, cause I can sting like a bee,
Whatchu know about that,
So cute and fat,
Let him hit it once, and watch the dude come back,
Cause the back so stacked, it's like sittin' on a jack,
Missy be a mack, that's a true fact

[Chorus:]
Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here,
Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here,
Thirsty, baby bring it over here,
Thirsty, baby bring it over here, (whatchu know about that)
See my money maker, do my money maker,
See my money maker, do my money maker
(Reversed) (I LIKE THIS)

[Verse 2:]
Big things pop, little things stop,
If you talk a lot, in your mouth you get socked,
Miss don't flop, cause I'm a get the props, (come on)
House on the water, Aston Martin in the lot,
Look at my watch, cost a whole lot,
So iced out, you can't see it tick-tock,
Yeah I'm so hot, and I can't be topped,
Artist drop down like Michael Jackson socks,
Got the game locked, make your body rock,

If Missy ain't on it, then ya song don't knock,
You might get mopped like a floor,
So don't walk,
You don't need to spit, unless you live what you talk (Let's go)

[Chorus:]
Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here,
Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here,
Thirsty, baby bring it over here,
Thirsty, baby bring it over here, (whatchu know about that)
See my money maker, do my money maker,
See my money maker, do my money maker (serious mannn)
(Reversed)

[Verse 3:]
Missy switch it up, do ya damn thang,
Just like a chain, groupies wanna hang,
Talk that slang, gon' head and let it bang,
Make the hair stand like the hair on Don King,
Boom, boom, shing,
I shine like bling, bling,
Call me a queen, mean chicks stay in ya lane,
My flow so mean, if you know what I mean,
So fresh and clean, you can call me Irish Spring,
Whatchu know about that,
Talk like exlax, if ya game wack,
Then you ain't sayin' jack,
Just like that, ya, ya, to get axed,
Cause I got more hits than you can get out of a bat

[Chorus:]
Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here,
Ching-ching, gettin' paid over here, (crazy)
Thirsty, baby bring it over here,
Thirsty, baby bring it over here, (New MISSY)
See my money maker, do my money maker,
See my money maker, do my money maker
(Reversed)

[Outro:]
This is serious maaannnn!
Soft hook,
Whatchu know about that,
Whatchu know about that,
Whatchu know about that,
(high-pitched) NOW WHATCHU KNOW ABOUT THAT!

Funky Fresh Dressed Lyrics By Missy Elliott

(feat. Ms. Jade)

[Intro: Missy]
This is a Misdemeanor exclusive
If your radio is experiencing any kind of difficulties
Turn the volume up
Yes, turn the volume up
Yes, turn the volume up
This is an exclusive (Turn the volume up)

[Verse 1: Missy]
It's very necessary, on the contray
No you do not scare me, is you drinkin' Bloody Mary?
But shit, you betta hurry, before I have to bury
My attitude is bitchy, cuz my period is heavy
I used to drive a Chevy, put twenties on that baby
My nigga was the shit, but then that stupid nigga left me
And now I'm lovin' Larry, but Larry go with Terri
And Terri is a freak, but it's his baby she will carry
The life he live's a fairy, cartoon like "Tom and Jerry"
My flow is legendary and your style is temporary
Yeah, you need to worry, like Jason, it gets scary
The words that I spit don't fit in that category
Is my vision blurry? My speech is very slurry
Me without Tim is like Jamaicans with no curry
And yes, it's necessary, so hurry, nigga, hurry
Cuz when this album drops, you whack MC's will all get burried

[Chorus]
Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)
Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)
Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)
Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)

[Verse 2: Missy]
Your style's very crummy, that's why you have no money
You always looking bummy, I don't care if you don't love me
Don't try to come before me, unless you are a dummy
Repeat, you'll lose your teeth and I would hate to call you gummy
Rainy or sunny, battle no way, honey
This not a game of Hide-and-Seek, go call ya mummy
It's about get so ugly, and I'ma keep y'all runnin'
Hiding from me, cuz you know you are weak
You ain't sayin' nothin', I keep it jumpin' jumpin'
In your Kenwoods, I'm bumpin' sumthin' in ya trunk'n
You can say I'm buggin', cuz when I come out bustin'
That's why y'all be discussin' who I like and who I'm fuckin'

[Repeat Chorus]

[Break: Timbaland]
C'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon
Fickidy, uh, uh, uh
C'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon

[Beat changes]

[Verse 3: Ms. Jade]
I had a little homie named Paul Revere
Smokes blunt after blunt, guzzled 40's of beer
He would swear up and down every first of the year
He was gon' quit smokin', but he never did
Watch y'all huskey, it's about that time
Gettin' ready for the club 'round quarter til' nine
Couple bottles of hypnotic in the back of the ride
Might spit like a girl, but I hit like a guy
Me and Missy ballin' up the avenue
Funky fresh dressed to impress, we mackin' dudes
Music biz only reason I ain't jackin fools
You know bullshit walk and stackin' rules
Shit keeps drawin', the streets keep callin'
Drink til' I'm nice and uh, uh-uh, on'n
I'm bad luck, y'all mad cuz y'all suck
Please do not try to fuck with young duck
Please do not try to fuck with young duck

[Beat switches back to original]

[Repeat Chorus]

Friendly Skies Lyrics By Missy Elliott

(feat. Ginuwine)

[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 (fuck) you
Sho nuff wanna (fuck) 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 (fuck) you
I really wanna (fuck) you
Sho nuff wanna (fuck) 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

Bad Man Lyrics By Missy Elliott

(feat. Vybz Cartel, M.I.A.)

[Intro: Vybz Kartel]
Yo, what some more feel like
Dem know seh when dem see Missy Elliott and Vybz Kartel
Dem career nuh start well, gunshot send dem to hell, forty five askel

[Missy Elliott]
WOO!!! HA!!!! Sak Passe?!!!
WOO WOO WOO WOO!!! HA!!! AHHH!!!!!

[Verse 1: Missy Elliott]
What dem do dem rude badman (Badman)
Dem nuh want mi shoot badman (Badman)
Tell dem, dem be one dead man (Badman)
If dem (?) boy play badman
Smash di place, smash di place, smash di place, smash di place (WOO!!!)
Smash di place, smash di place, smash di place, smash di place (HA!!!)
What dem do dem rude bad gal (Bad gal)
Dem get shot dem play bad gal (Bad gal)
Body drop dem not bad gall (WOO!!!)
When dem stop gimme pop bad girl (HA!!!!)
Knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out
Knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out

[Bridge: Missy Elliott]
Drums!!!! WOO!!! Drums!!!

[Verse 2: Vybz Kartel (Missy Elliott)]
Like a nozzle plus a hippie, yeah, Vybz Kartel and Missy, yeah
Playa hater punk a get kicked until dem dizzy
If yuh real badman nuh fraid fi buss gun (WOO!!!)
When mi a come up don't stand up just run
Mi mek blood stain fi get a custom
(BLOCKA BLOCKA!!!!) First serve to first come (HA!!!!)
AK rifle this mi long gun
Magnum four four caliber mi hand gun
One shot shift dock couple plane land down (HA!!!!)
Bulletproof buss up like a condom
General real badman, we a di general real badman
Decorated with hearts of metal, we have a hand that's made of metal
General real badman, we a di general real badman
Decorated with hearts of metal, we have a hand that's made of metal

[Bridge: Missy Elliott (Vybz Kartel)]
Yes! Smash di place, smash di place, WOO!!! (Forty five askel)

[Verse 3: M.I.A. (Missy Elliott)]
(Ho!) Some bad mi nuh like to play
Dem nuh worry mi when they say
They nuh like mi mi nuh like they
I be wilder than Tim McVeigh
Fuck 'em all and that's what I say
Now I see that it ain't easy
Everyone plays a part in our day
Humpty Dumpty we need every piece play
Some people are rude on the low though
They gonna get shook to the floor (WOO!!!)
Some people are rude on the low though
They gonna get hurt lot more (Yes)
Some people are rude on the low though
Gonna get hit to the floor (Drums!!!)

[Bridge: Missy Elliott]
HA!!! Fire baby!!!

[Outro: Missy Elliott]
Dem nuh want test I dem die, bwoy mi know I dem try
Smash it up see mi nickel plated nine
Buck dem buck dem straight to mi eye
Buck dem down, buck dem down...

Remember When Lyrics By Missy Elliott

Baby, it's not true
When they say all men are dogs.
Cuz I know alot of women who cheat.
I know you kinda wondering
Why I'm having this conversation with you,
Cuz I speak upon expierence.
And if was worth anything
I'll never cheat again.

Know I may act stubborn boy
But that dont mean I dont love you boy
Please forgive me for my attitude
When it seems like im takin all my shit out on you
I know I never said this here
Lemme make myself loud and clear
I appreciate the way you treat me
I've done a lot of things you still don't hate me

[CHORUS]
Remember when you caught me cheatin (cheatin)
You said I stopped your heart from breathin (stopped ya hearttt) (breathin)
But you loved me so you forgave me (gave me)
When you coulda ran out and played me (played me)

Am I a dissappointment- to ya baby
Most of the time im wrong
Makin' excuses for the abuses I've done, stepping all on your heart
But ya never let me baby, say im sorry all the time
Any other guy would be gone but you stay hear right by my side

[CHORUS]

And the love like this
I cant play no games
Cuz its hard to forgive it
But you didnt neva complain
Neva rub it in my face- juss lemme slide on by
I know every girl- wish she had you as a guy

No no no no- no nooo no
Cuz a love like thi
Cant play no games
And its hard to forgive I did to you
Lemme slide on by
Yea

[rap]...
When I cheated you said you couldnt breathe (said you couldnt breathe)
Now im sitting here beggin on my knees
Take me back, I'll do anything including please
I didnt mean to burn a bridge third degree
Like fantasia said let yourself be free
The truth be, without me you'll succeed
Im sorry baby please believe in you and me
C'mon

Aint no love better than you
With all the pain I put you through
?
Without you here what would I do [x2]

Gossip Folks Lyrics By Missy Elliott

(feat. Ludacris)

[People in background chatting]
Yo, yo yo move out of the way
We got missy Elliott coming through
Girl that is missy Elliott she lost a lot of weight
Girl I heard she eats one cracker a day
Oh well I heard the bitch was married to Tim and started fucking with Trina
I heard the bitch got hit with three zebras and a monkey
I can't stand the bitch no way

[Missy]
When I walk up in the piece
I ain't gotta even speak
I'm a bad mamajama goddammit motherfucker you ain't gotta like me
How you studying these hoes
Need to talk what you know
And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking jus mad it ain't yours
I know ya'll poor ya'll broke
Ya'll job jus hanging up clothes
Step to me get burnt like toast
Muthafuckas adios amigos
Halves halves wholes wholes
I don't brag I mostly boast
From the VA to the LA coast
Iffy kiffy izzy oh

[Chorus]
Musi ques
I sews on bews
I pues a twos on que zat
Pue zoo
My kizzer
Pous zigga ay zee
Its all kizza
Its always like
Its all kizza
Its always like
Na zound
Wa zee
Wa zoom zoom zee

[Missy]
When I pull up in my whip
Bitches wanna talk shit
I'm driving I'm glad and I'm styling
in these muthafuckas eyes did you see it?
I'm gripping these curbs
Skuur, did ya heard
I love em, my fellas, my furs
I fly like a bird
Chicken heads on the prowl
Who you trying fuck now
Naw you ain't getting loud
Better calm down for I smack your ass down
I need my drums bass high
Has to be my snare strings horns and
I need my Tim sound
right, left
Izzy kizzy looky here

[Chorus]

[Missy]
I don't go out my house shorty
You just waiting to see
Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next week
Just wanna see who I am fucking boy
Sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio

[Ludacris]
Yeah, uh huh, okay
Once upon a time in College Park
Where they live life fast and they scared of dark
There was a little nigga by the name of Cris
Nobody paid him any mind
No one gave a shit
Knowing he could rap
No one lifted a hands
So he went about his business and devised a plan
Made a CD and then he hit the block
50 thousand sold
Seven dollars a pop
Hold the phone
Three years later
Steeped out the swamp
With ten and a half gators
All around the world on the microphone
Leaving the booth smelling like Burberry cologne
Still riding chrome
Got bitches in the kitchen
Never home alone
And he's on the grind
Please let me know if he's on your mind
And respect you'll give me
Ludacris I live loud just like Timmy
Fuck, have to clear these rumors
I got a headache and it's not from tumors
Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight
Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight
Hard to the core
Core to the right
Drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton

[Chorus]

[People in the background chatting]
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
I know I know, I don't even care about her beign preganant by Michael Jackson
You know what we should do
We should go get her alvum when it comes out
There she go, there she go, there she
Heeeey Misssy

[Missy]
Hi Missy?
What's up fools?
You think I aint knowin yall broke Milli Vanilli
Jay Jay fan wannabes aint over here gossiping bout me?
Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents so your lights wont get cut off
You soggy breasts, cow stomachs
Yo take those baby GAP shirts off, too
You just mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo by the way, go get my album
Damn!

Dangerous Mouths Lyrics By Missy Elliott

(feat. Redman)

[Missy]
Uhh, 3000 baby, uh huh, ooh, raunchy, raunchy

[Redman]
Good riddance, to niggas and bitches bullshittin
I house MC's like baths and full kitchens, ready or not
Doc,hood lynchin, icey flows, I wrtie with wool mittens
Its two not one, Missy dot dot com, come once in the blue like free hot lunch
So once its on, turn it up, chickens flockin in
Shoppin at birds are us, murderous, don't blame me, blame the music
I write with napalms in my hands, flame the fuses, like ca psss, off you go
I'm nice battin, I practice when the park is closed
I'm that man who squats out of jeeps and vans
Jump to roof to roof on the TV cam, I fuck a model
I go out with the cheapest tramps, pussy have me trippin
Like Kima, Keisha and Pam, I remain cool like, like open hous on a school night
Animal House gettin thrown out for food fights, PPP strictly don't give a fuck
An Brick City niggas strictly don't give a fuck

[Missy]
Let me intervene, come between, like dick through your jeans
Hang down to your knees, its mwa the don-wan, carry on, D.A.N to the danger
Y'all MC's in a whole lot of danger, change up all your rhymes you need beats
My beats you see completely unique, forgive thee
See its the shots of Henessey thats in me, Reggie Noble through after me

[Redman]
It takes two to tingle, and two to fuck
I done fucked in Range Roves to Isuzu trucks,used to move weight
Now you makin moves to duck, built solid without bolts, screws and nuts
Pussy tight jiffy lube it up, Doc came up, hoes use to hang up
Now my arm close hang up, my crew is deeper than Karl Kani pockets
We don't buy bullets, we ask what size rockets, for thee occasion
One shot will have you ravin', like Symone when the four four is blown
Two minutes later I'll make it hotter, snap you from the vine
To my um blada a boom glada

[Missy and Redman]
So what you wanna do, what you wanna do

[Redman]
Yo I got the chicken, the brew taken next, an much room Def Squad in the house
Drop you drawers, tell your boyfriend ease up, and park his car

[Missy]
I'm from the south you better watch your mouth, Its the M.I
The S.I, if you try then you die, I don't take no mercy on you suckers so
Would you still be in love baby, if I cut your throat, cut the jokes
I ain't got no love for yo, no friends with those, who imitate me ya bold
My style I own, I'ma have to steal your flow, you know me Joe
I gotta say no more, BITCH!
Thats right nigga, Its Misdemeanor here, Redman, Timbaland uhh
Muthafucka! 3 triple zero, the Matrix baby, uhh, I'm out

All N My Grill (european Version) Lyrics By Missy Elliott

(feat. MC Solaar, Nicole)

[Missy - Verse One]
Don't explain, you never change
Same old thing, same old game
Say ya want, to be wit' me
But show me my ring
Baby, let me think
I been, in the cold
The story untold, about to unfold
How do you expect me
To ever believe, you won't be wit' me

[Chorus - Missy (Nicole)]
Why you all in my grill (why, you all, in)
Can you pay my bills (can you pay my bills)
Let me know if you will (let me know, let me know)
Cuz a chick gotta live (a chick like me, I got to live)

[Missy - Verse Two]
Talk is talk, and talk is cheap
Tell it to her, don't say it to me
Cuz I know, I'm in control
See tricks are for kids, and boo I'm too old
Go 'head, with your games
Don't ever come back, to me again
Where you go, remember me
I'm the best thing in history

[Chorus - Missy (Nicole)]
Why you all in my grill (why, why, why)
Can you pay my bills (can you pay my bills)
Let me know if you will (let me know, boy, boy)
Cuz a chick gotta live (a chick got to live, ooh yea)

[Bridge One - Missy (Nicole)]
Third time (third time)
I moved you in, took you back
In my life (I was a fool)
I don't know, what's wrong with me
Third time (third time)
I moved you in, took you back
In my life

[Chorus - Missy (Nicole)]
Why you all in my grill (why you all, in my grill)
Can you pay my bills (can you pay my bills, yea)
Let me know if you will (let me know, let me know, baby, baby)
Cuz a chick gotta live (a chick like me, I got to live, yea)

[Bridge Two - Missy]
If you want me
Where's my dough
Give me money
Buy me clothes
No need for talking
Have my dough
Where's my money
Where's my clothes
If you want me
[repeat]

[MC Solaar]
Zigzag zigzag, oui, j'ai du zigzaguer
De comטte en planטte ta salopette rosaguי
shoot quand y'a des canettes, y'a plus d'bisou
Plus d'baisers, plus d'bises, juste un biz biz de bijoux
Tu veux du cling-cling clinquant, ne vit-on pas
sale top du top salsa plus Merco Classe A
Je braquerais les banques, toutes, tu ferais banqueroute
Boufferais des casse-crotes juste pour paver d'or ta route
J'jouerais א cache-cache pour trouver l'cash
Userais de la calache, de la tchatche, j'vendrais mךme du hash
Solaar trip j'excטde clean honnךte et net
T'offrira des tas d'poupיes pleines de p'tites pיpettes
J'aurais les poches vides, portrais le mךme jean
Lךverais mon verre א la tienne, tu diras tchin-tchin
T'auras tout ce que sur terre le soleil fait briller
Joueras au monopoly avec des vrai billets

[music till fade]