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