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!