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
Missy Elliott - Under Construction Album Lyrics
Missy Elliott - Under Construction Lyrics
Writer: Abdullah R. Barr, Melissa A. Elliott, Keir Lamont Gist, Zane Grey, Timothy Z. Mosley, Renee Andrea Neufville, Leon Ware
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bring The Pain
"One two three four five six seven eight nine!" - [Chuck D]
"Are we on the air?"
[beat from Method Man's original "Bring the Pain" starts playing]
[Missy Elliott]
Uhh, uhh .. {HA?}
Uhh {HA?} uhh {HA?}
Uhh, this is - uhh, a Missy Elliott - uhh, exclusive
Uh-huh.. woo!!
[Missy]
And I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Ooh baby, what's your name? {HA?}
I love the way you're spittin the game
You made me change from thinkin all guys the same
You the type of guy I wanna marry in months
Got exactly what I want {HA?}
And ain't no fakin the funk
Your attitude is funk and you're makin me crunk (c'mon)
[Chorus: Missy - singing]
Yes it's real baby
Got me so crazy
Light my fire dirty
Like the way you serve me
Stimulate my body
Crunk just like a party
Ohh, you won't be sorry
My papi, I'm yo' mami
[Missy]
I'm in your life to come and let you explore {HA?}
And take you on a tour
The kind of guys that be talkin that noise
Is the reason I ignore {UH-HA!}
And you the one I wanna take to MEET MOMS
"He's a rap superstar" {UH-HA!}
I wanna be the one, you like
I'm sure to do you right
[Chorus]
[Method Man + (Missy)]
Is it real hon, if it's really real (let's chill)
Maybe pop an X pill (how does sex feel?)
Come and get your next thrill (you the raw deal)
Yo I'm sayin if your man won't (Mr. Meth will)
That's amore', all day, mind over matter
And my forte' is foreplay, sex on a platter
Have it your way, then who, serve you everything on the menu
And all that freak shit that you into
Sweet lady, you drive me half crazy
Maybe, we can go half on a baby (on a baby?)
Poppa got a brand new bag
Hidden in the stash of his brand new Jag
Lovely, kick your shoes off and get comfy
We can bump uglies if you ain't got your monthly
Yes I, like "American Pie"
Tell 'em M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-Y
[Chorus]
[Missy]
M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
M-I-S-S-Y, I am
I came came to bang bang the boogie
I see you lookin to bang out my nookie
You want my cookies I baked for you rookies
Work hard they want me to bang bang and stick me
If you want my nookie you got to come quickly
M-E-T-H-O-D is ya wit me?
[Mr. Meth] is ya wit me?
"Are we on the air?"
[beat from Method Man's original "Bring the Pain" starts playing]
[Missy Elliott]
Uhh, uhh .. {HA?}
Uhh {HA?} uhh {HA?}
Uhh, this is - uhh, a Missy Elliott - uhh, exclusive
Uh-huh.. woo!!
[Missy]
And I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Ooh baby, what's your name? {HA?}
I love the way you're spittin the game
You made me change from thinkin all guys the same
You the type of guy I wanna marry in months
Got exactly what I want {HA?}
And ain't no fakin the funk
Your attitude is funk and you're makin me crunk (c'mon)
[Chorus: Missy - singing]
Yes it's real baby
Got me so crazy
Light my fire dirty
Like the way you serve me
Stimulate my body
Crunk just like a party
Ohh, you won't be sorry
My papi, I'm yo' mami
[Missy]
I'm in your life to come and let you explore {HA?}
And take you on a tour
The kind of guys that be talkin that noise
Is the reason I ignore {UH-HA!}
And you the one I wanna take to MEET MOMS
"He's a rap superstar" {UH-HA!}
I wanna be the one, you like
I'm sure to do you right
[Chorus]
[Method Man + (Missy)]
Is it real hon, if it's really real (let's chill)
Maybe pop an X pill (how does sex feel?)
Come and get your next thrill (you the raw deal)
Yo I'm sayin if your man won't (Mr. Meth will)
That's amore', all day, mind over matter
And my forte' is foreplay, sex on a platter
Have it your way, then who, serve you everything on the menu
And all that freak shit that you into
Sweet lady, you drive me half crazy
Maybe, we can go half on a baby (on a baby?)
Poppa got a brand new bag
Hidden in the stash of his brand new Jag
Lovely, kick your shoes off and get comfy
We can bump uglies if you ain't got your monthly
Yes I, like "American Pie"
Tell 'em M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-Y
[Chorus]
[Missy]
M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
M-I-S-S-Y, I am
I came came to bang bang the boogie
I see you lookin to bang out my nookie
You want my cookies I baked for you rookies
Work hard they want me to bang bang and stick me
If you want my nookie you got to come quickly
M-E-T-H-O-D is ya wit me?
[Mr. Meth] is ya wit me?
Writer: CLIFFORD SMITH, ROBERT F. DIGGS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Gossip Folks
(feat. Ludacris)
[Missy]
When I rock up in the piece
I ain't gotta even speak
I'm a bad mama jama goddammit y'all people 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 just mad it ain't yours
I know ya'll poor ya'll broke
Y'all job just hanging up coats
Step to me get burnt like toast
Y'all suckers adios amigos
Halves halves wholes wholes
I don't brag I mostly boast
From the VA to the LA coast
Izzy kizzy izzy oh
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 f*cking boy, sniffing some yo
I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio
Musi ques, I sews on bews, I pues a twos on que zat
Pue zoo, My kizzer, Pous zigga ay zee
[Missy]
When I pull up in my whip
Y'all be like who that is
I'm driving, I'm gliding, I'm sliding
Y'all keep talking bout there she is
I'm gripping these curbs
Skurr, did ya heard
I love em, my feathers, my furs, ah
I fly like a bird
Chicken heads on the prowl
Who you trying f*ck now
Naw you ain't getting loud
Better calm down for I smack your ass down
I need my drum bass high
Has to be my snare strings horns and
I need my Tim sound, right, left
Izzy kizzy looky here
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 f*cking boy, sniffing some yo
I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio
I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to see
I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to see
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
[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, then he hit the block
50 thousand sold, seven dollars a pop
Hold the phone, three years later
Stepped out the swamp, with ten and a half gators
Now 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 like Timmy
Uh, had to clear these rumors
I got a headache and it's not a tumor
Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight
Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight
I'm hard to the core, core to the right
Drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton
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 f*cking boy, sniffing some yo
I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio
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 f*cking boy, sniffing some yo
I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radi
[Missy]
When I rock up in the piece
I ain't gotta even speak
I'm a bad mama jama goddammit y'all people 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 just mad it ain't yours
I know ya'll poor ya'll broke
Y'all job just hanging up coats
Step to me get burnt like toast
Y'all suckers adios amigos
Halves halves wholes wholes
I don't brag I mostly boast
From the VA to the LA coast
Izzy kizzy izzy oh
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 f*cking boy, sniffing some yo
I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio
Musi ques, I sews on bews, I pues a twos on que zat
Pue zoo, My kizzer, Pous zigga ay zee
[Missy]
When I pull up in my whip
Y'all be like who that is
I'm driving, I'm gliding, I'm sliding
Y'all keep talking bout there she is
I'm gripping these curbs
Skurr, did ya heard
I love em, my feathers, my furs, ah
I fly like a bird
Chicken heads on the prowl
Who you trying f*ck now
Naw you ain't getting loud
Better calm down for I smack your ass down
I need my drum bass high
Has to be my snare strings horns and
I need my Tim sound, right, left
Izzy kizzy looky here
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 f*cking boy, sniffing some yo
I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio
I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to see
I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to see
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
[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, then he hit the block
50 thousand sold, seven dollars a pop
Hold the phone, three years later
Stepped out the swamp, with ten and a half gators
Now 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 like Timmy
Uh, had to clear these rumors
I got a headache and it's not a tumor
Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight
Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight
I'm hard to the core, core to the right
Drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton
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 f*cking boy, sniffing some yo
I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio
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 f*cking boy, sniffing some yo
I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radi
Writer: William A Bloom, Christopher Bridges, Christopher Brian Bridges, Melissa A Elliott, Timothy Z Mosley, Franklyn Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, SUPERMARKET MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, SUPERMARKET MUSIC
Work It
[scratching] DJ please, pick up your phone
I'm on the request line [scratching]
[50 Cent]
G U-nit!
[Missy]
This is a Missy Elliot one time exclusive (Come on)
[Chorus]
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
("I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" - [backwards 2X])
If you got a big [elephant], let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
("I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" - [backwards 2X])
[50 Cent (Missy)]
(REMIX) Unh Yeah
Now Missy she too much for me (I'm freaky)
She took me to to the crib man, she told me (eat me)
Now my babymama I told her ass not to beat me
Her broke ass wanna fight, Missy know how to treat me
She sitting on cash, she got money out the ass
Gave her them back shots and got money out her ass
Now you can see me in the coupe like WHAT
Next time I'll hit her in that G5 TRUCK
I've got the magicstick, I can go for hours
From the bed to the floor, to the sink to the shower
With her back to the bed and her legs to the sky
I can go hard, know why, big girls don't cry
I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching! Ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love
I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back rubbed
This the shit she hollered in my ear before we left the club
[Missy]
I'd like to get to know ya, so I can show ya
Put the pussy on ya, like I told ya
Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya
Your girl acting stank than call me ov-ah
Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa
Call before you come, I need to shave my cho-cha
You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha
Go downtown and eat it like a vul-cha
See my hips and my tips don'tcha
See my ass and my lips don'tcha
Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya
This the kinda beat that go wa-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah
Work it! I need a glass of wat-ah
Boy oh boy its good to know ya
[repeat chorus]
[Verse 2]
If you're a fly gyal, get your nails done
Get a pedicure, get your hair did
Boy lift it up, lets make a toast-ah
Lets get drunk, its gon bring us clos-ah
Don't I look like a Halle Berry post-ah?
See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya
Girlfriend wanna be like me nev-ah
You won't find a bitch that's even bett-ah
I make it hot as Las Vegas weath-ah
Listen up close while I take you backwards
("Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards" - [backwards])
I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want
I love your braids and your mouth full of funk
Love the way my ass ba-bump ba-bump bump
Keep your eyes on my ba-bump ba-bump bump
And think you can handle this ga-donk ga-donk donk
Take my thong off and my ass go boom
Cut the lights off so you see what I can do
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Boys, boys, all type of boys
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys
{??} thanga thang, {??} thanga thang
Girls, girls, get that cash
If its 9 to 5 or shakin ya ass
Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang
Just make sure you ahead of tha game
Just cause I got a lot of fame sup-ah
Prince couldn't get me change my name papa
Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no sir
Picture black sayin, "Oh yessuh massa"
Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor
Minute man, big men can outlast ya
Who is the best? I don't have to ask ya
When I come out, you won't even matt-ah
Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh
So you act dumb like ughhh, duh
And the drummer boy go pa-rum pa-pum pum
Give ya some some some of this Cinnabon
[Chorus]
To my fellas, ooooh
Good God, I like the way you work that
[scratching]
To my ladies, woo
You sure know how to work that, good God
I'm on the request line [scratching]
[50 Cent]
G U-nit!
[Missy]
This is a Missy Elliot one time exclusive (Come on)
[Chorus]
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
("I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" - [backwards 2X])
If you got a big [elephant], let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
("I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" - [backwards 2X])
[50 Cent (Missy)]
(REMIX) Unh Yeah
Now Missy she too much for me (I'm freaky)
She took me to to the crib man, she told me (eat me)
Now my babymama I told her ass not to beat me
Her broke ass wanna fight, Missy know how to treat me
She sitting on cash, she got money out the ass
Gave her them back shots and got money out her ass
Now you can see me in the coupe like WHAT
Next time I'll hit her in that G5 TRUCK
I've got the magicstick, I can go for hours
From the bed to the floor, to the sink to the shower
With her back to the bed and her legs to the sky
I can go hard, know why, big girls don't cry
I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching! Ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love
I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back rubbed
This the shit she hollered in my ear before we left the club
[Missy]
I'd like to get to know ya, so I can show ya
Put the pussy on ya, like I told ya
Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya
Your girl acting stank than call me ov-ah
Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa
Call before you come, I need to shave my cho-cha
You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha
Go downtown and eat it like a vul-cha
See my hips and my tips don'tcha
See my ass and my lips don'tcha
Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya
This the kinda beat that go wa-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah
Work it! I need a glass of wat-ah
Boy oh boy its good to know ya
[repeat chorus]
[Verse 2]
If you're a fly gyal, get your nails done
Get a pedicure, get your hair did
Boy lift it up, lets make a toast-ah
Lets get drunk, its gon bring us clos-ah
Don't I look like a Halle Berry post-ah?
See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya
Girlfriend wanna be like me nev-ah
You won't find a bitch that's even bett-ah
I make it hot as Las Vegas weath-ah
Listen up close while I take you backwards
("Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards" - [backwards])
I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want
I love your braids and your mouth full of funk
Love the way my ass ba-bump ba-bump bump
Keep your eyes on my ba-bump ba-bump bump
And think you can handle this ga-donk ga-donk donk
Take my thong off and my ass go boom
Cut the lights off so you see what I can do
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Boys, boys, all type of boys
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys
{??} thanga thang, {??} thanga thang
Girls, girls, get that cash
If its 9 to 5 or shakin ya ass
Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang
Just make sure you ahead of tha game
Just cause I got a lot of fame sup-ah
Prince couldn't get me change my name papa
Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no sir
Picture black sayin, "Oh yessuh massa"
Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor
Minute man, big men can outlast ya
Who is the best? I don't have to ask ya
When I come out, you won't even matt-ah
Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh
So you act dumb like ughhh, duh
And the drummer boy go pa-rum pa-pum pum
Give ya some some some of this Cinnabon
[Chorus]
To my fellas, ooooh
Good God, I like the way you work that
[scratching]
To my ladies, woo
You sure know how to work that, good God
Writer: Chris Stein, Deborah Harry, Joseph Simmons, Melissa Elliott, Paul Simon, Darryl Mc Daniels
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Back In The Day
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
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
Writer: Melissa A. Elliott, Gene Barge, Shawn C. Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music
Funky Fresh Dressed
[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 is 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 f*ckin'
[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 used to 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 f*ck with young buck
Please do not try to f*ck with young buck
[Beat switches back to original]
[Repeat Chorus]
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 is 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 f*ckin'
[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 used to 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 f*ck with young buck
Please do not try to f*ck with young buck
[Beat switches back to original]
[Repeat Chorus]
Writer: TIMOTHY MOSLEY, CHEVON YOUNG, LAWRENCE PARKER, DERRICK T. JONES, DWIGHT MYERS, RAMONA PARKER, JAMES TODD SMITH, JOSEPH WILLIAMS, GLENN K. BOLTON, DOUG DAVIS, MOHANDAS DEWESE, WILLIAM DRAYTON, ARNOLD E. HAMILTON, CARLTON RIDENHOUR, MARVIN SHAHID WRIGHT, DARRYL MCDANIELS, JOSEPH SIMMONS, RICK RUBIN, ADAM KEEFE HOROVITZ, MISSY ELLIOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, KIMA'S WORLD PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, KIMA'S WORLD PUBLISHING
Pussycat
This is another Missy Elliott exclusive
Its all for the love
But there is more things that keep a man satisfied
And I know the remedy just to cure him from
Cheating even if he tried hey
[Chorus:]
Pussy don't fail me now
I gotta turn this nigga out
So he don't want nobody else
But me and only me
Pussy don't fail me now
I gotta turn this nigga out
So he don't want nobody else
But me and only me
I know hes a man and men have intentions
To sleep with someone else
But that's why when I make love to him
I'm ruling
Try to give him my best hey
[Chorus]
As long as the pussy good
Its alright
Ain't gotta worry about my man
Cause he knows ma's
Is one of a kind
And that's why he keeps staying
The pussy good
Its alright
Ain't gotta worry about my man
Cause he knows ma's
Is one of a kind
And that's why he keeps staying
Look ma
Yea you got the bomb and work
That prissy stuff
Glad it ain't the gushy stuff
That gushy stuff?
I don't like the mushy butts
I wish we was
Like Puffy over Jennifer
Him and her
Too much like I and we
And what that mean?
We just love the booty
All we see in 3D is um
Booty booty booty booty
Oh really
Do me, do me, do me, do me
Run through me like flood go through an IV
That's good ill make sure you never will leave
Can I put my booty booty
Up in your spaghetti?
Daddy
Are you ready for sacary from me
Pussy gushy mushy what more you want from me
Cause my feelins hit the ceiling
What you want me to be?
Oh, please, pussy don't mess it up for me
[Chorus x2]
Its all for the love
But there is more things that keep a man satisfied
And I know the remedy just to cure him from
Cheating even if he tried hey
[Chorus:]
Pussy don't fail me now
I gotta turn this nigga out
So he don't want nobody else
But me and only me
Pussy don't fail me now
I gotta turn this nigga out
So he don't want nobody else
But me and only me
I know hes a man and men have intentions
To sleep with someone else
But that's why when I make love to him
I'm ruling
Try to give him my best hey
[Chorus]
As long as the pussy good
Its alright
Ain't gotta worry about my man
Cause he knows ma's
Is one of a kind
And that's why he keeps staying
The pussy good
Its alright
Ain't gotta worry about my man
Cause he knows ma's
Is one of a kind
And that's why he keeps staying
Look ma
Yea you got the bomb and work
That prissy stuff
Glad it ain't the gushy stuff
That gushy stuff?
I don't like the mushy butts
I wish we was
Like Puffy over Jennifer
Him and her
Too much like I and we
And what that mean?
We just love the booty
All we see in 3D is um
Booty booty booty booty
Oh really
Do me, do me, do me, do me
Run through me like flood go through an IV
That's good ill make sure you never will leave
Can I put my booty booty
Up in your spaghetti?
Daddy
Are you ready for sacary from me
Pussy gushy mushy what more you want from me
Cause my feelins hit the ceiling
What you want me to be?
Oh, please, pussy don't mess it up for me
[Chorus x2]
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Nothing Out There For Me
[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)
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)
Writer: CRAIG XAVIER BROCKMAN, MELISSA A. ELLIOTT, NISAN C. STEWART
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Slide
My twinkies looks stanky on the benz
and don't I gotta look shweet for my mens
i make em think i got a whole bunch of paper
and even date a ball player from the lakers
now faker taker maker holla at cha later
shake and wake up tell em what to get my ass from Jacobs
that's the way a real diva like to floss it
buy a car no matter what it costess
of course its my rolls royce's made dem nosses
tell you who the muthaf*ckin' boss is
I'ma drive and you walkin that's why you talkin
see the chrome spinning on the wheel stop jockin'
I'ma let you know real nice and slow I'll be broke as a joke
if I had to be your ho so po'
Missy on the rise like the sun if you think
that I'm done I ain't even begun
Slide slide dip shake
Move it all around, move it all around
Slide slide dip dip shake
move it all around move it all around
Feel the boom bass to get you bad kit
15's putting holes in you back kit
bo bo boom, bo bo boom, bo bo boom, bo bo boom
don't it sound so fantastic
my lamborghini disappear like houdini
2 20 cant see me in a bottle like a genie
Teenie, Weenie
Now hate me like you hate to eat your wheaties.
Now here's a freebie
I'ma let you see my on t.v.
Accepting my Emmy or Grammy in Miami
I hit you with the 1-2 whammie
you know tooth granny with a hole in her panties
and i don't give a shit if you can stare me cause
I is what I is and what I am is like my mamey
and I don't mean to sound to peti
but they used to call me fatty
till I got with puff daddy
Slide slide dip shake
Move it all around, move it all around
Slide slide dip dip shake
move it all around move it all around
My rims keep turnin and turnin
tires burnin through queens and mouths burning (rrrr)
and yes it's my concern that
you chain platinum or is it really sterlin'?
I'm old school, I rock da sherlin
from new jers. heard all the way to berlin
and as for certain behind every curtain
there's a snake bitch lerkin and she about to catch a hurtin
mr. moles on da beats
and missy be the beats behind the beats
my record sales don't jump and do leaps and
while you sleep i'm on the grind as a creep
Sho-creep!
I got puma's on my feet
fresh gear, eryday all week
you know I keep a high from a peeps never cheap
underground like the streets (oh-oh)
Slide slide dip shake
Move it all around, move it all around
Slide slide dip dip shake
move it all around move it all around
and don't I gotta look shweet for my mens
i make em think i got a whole bunch of paper
and even date a ball player from the lakers
now faker taker maker holla at cha later
shake and wake up tell em what to get my ass from Jacobs
that's the way a real diva like to floss it
buy a car no matter what it costess
of course its my rolls royce's made dem nosses
tell you who the muthaf*ckin' boss is
I'ma drive and you walkin that's why you talkin
see the chrome spinning on the wheel stop jockin'
I'ma let you know real nice and slow I'll be broke as a joke
if I had to be your ho so po'
Missy on the rise like the sun if you think
that I'm done I ain't even begun
Slide slide dip shake
Move it all around, move it all around
Slide slide dip dip shake
move it all around move it all around
Feel the boom bass to get you bad kit
15's putting holes in you back kit
bo bo boom, bo bo boom, bo bo boom, bo bo boom
don't it sound so fantastic
my lamborghini disappear like houdini
2 20 cant see me in a bottle like a genie
Teenie, Weenie
Now hate me like you hate to eat your wheaties.
Now here's a freebie
I'ma let you see my on t.v.
Accepting my Emmy or Grammy in Miami
I hit you with the 1-2 whammie
you know tooth granny with a hole in her panties
and i don't give a shit if you can stare me cause
I is what I is and what I am is like my mamey
and I don't mean to sound to peti
but they used to call me fatty
till I got with puff daddy
Slide slide dip shake
Move it all around, move it all around
Slide slide dip dip shake
move it all around move it all around
My rims keep turnin and turnin
tires burnin through queens and mouths burning (rrrr)
and yes it's my concern that
you chain platinum or is it really sterlin'?
I'm old school, I rock da sherlin
from new jers. heard all the way to berlin
and as for certain behind every curtain
there's a snake bitch lerkin and she about to catch a hurtin
mr. moles on da beats
and missy be the beats behind the beats
my record sales don't jump and do leaps and
while you sleep i'm on the grind as a creep
Sho-creep!
I got puma's on my feet
fresh gear, eryday all week
you know I keep a high from a peeps never cheap
underground like the streets (oh-oh)
Slide slide dip shake
Move it all around, move it all around
Slide slide dip dip shake
move it all around move it all around
Writer: MELISSA A. ELLIOTT, TIMOTHY Z. MOSLEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Play That Beat
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
(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
Writer: TIMOTHY MOSLEY, MISSY ELLIOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Aint That Funny
[Intro: Missy]
This is another Missy Elliot exclusive
[Verse 1: Missy]
I remember when yo ass was broke, so in love wit me
You were always at home, always talkin bout
"loan me this, loan me that, now gimme gimme"
And then ya got doe, and decide ya wanna leave
Gotta few chicks checkin for ya now, huh, you forgot about me
(Ain't it funny)
[Chorus]
When ya man gets money
I bet you can't find him
But when he come home beggin
You can't deny him
Where he at when you need him?
(he's out lookin cute)
But when he need a few dollers
He know who to run to
[Verse 2]
We would go out, I had to pay for everything
I never had to worry about you f*ckin 'round
You used to tell me "Yea I love ya, No one above ya"
Then I bought you clothes, I made ya look like a king
Then the girls started flirtin wit ya ass, huh, and you forgot about me
(Ain't it funny)
[Chorus]
[Hook]
I'll be the one you runnin to
when yo pockets is low
And you outta cash flow
And the chicks don't want you no mo'
[Beat comes back in]
Be the one you runnin to
When you got no mo' gas
In those buses, catchin cabs
And the chicks don't see you no mo'
[Chorus]
This is another Missy Elliot exclusive
[Verse 1: Missy]
I remember when yo ass was broke, so in love wit me
You were always at home, always talkin bout
"loan me this, loan me that, now gimme gimme"
And then ya got doe, and decide ya wanna leave
Gotta few chicks checkin for ya now, huh, you forgot about me
(Ain't it funny)
[Chorus]
When ya man gets money
I bet you can't find him
But when he come home beggin
You can't deny him
Where he at when you need him?
(he's out lookin cute)
But when he need a few dollers
He know who to run to
[Verse 2]
We would go out, I had to pay for everything
I never had to worry about you f*ckin 'round
You used to tell me "Yea I love ya, No one above ya"
Then I bought you clothes, I made ya look like a king
Then the girls started flirtin wit ya ass, huh, and you forgot about me
(Ain't it funny)
[Chorus]
[Hook]
I'll be the one you runnin to
when yo pockets is low
And you outta cash flow
And the chicks don't want you no mo'
[Beat comes back in]
Be the one you runnin to
When you got no mo' gas
In those buses, catchin cabs
And the chicks don't see you no mo'
[Chorus]
Writer: Timothy Mosley, Missy Elliott
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Hot
[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
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
Writer: WALTER WORTH MILSAP, TIMOTHY Z MOSLEY, CANDICE NELSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Can You Hear Me
Missy it's Diane
Here's the information for the
Where you can send the flowers to
The florist for Aaliyah
I'll give you the phone number
In case you need it
OK Missy take of yourself
I love you
I love you, bye bye
I been checkin' on your moms and dad (uh)
And your brother since the day you left (left)
Passed on and went away with God (uh)
But for your momma its been so damn hard
I hate to even hear her cry (cry)
Aaliyah she asked me why (why)
Would her baby girl go this way (oh)
Can you give me better words to say
One day she'll see you again
With the same old beautiful smile
Long hair and the voice of a hummingbird
You'll be singing them same old songs
Aaliyah can you hear me
I hope that you're proud of me
Me and Tim we been doing our thing
But Its never been the same
Since you had to go
I ain't never met a friend
More incredible
Oh
I know you're in real good hands
With God but damn I miss you
Aaliyah if you see Left Eye (uh huh)
Will you tell her
Me and 'Boz miss her too
'Cause no one's gonna fill her space (uh uh)
TC L not replaced
Y'all the reasons we learned to love
Love fly high wit' your 22 doves
One day we'll see her again
With the same old beautiful smile
Crazy but sexy cool
She'll be rapping them same old songs
Lisa can you hear me
We hope that you're proud of us
TLC has come along way
But its never been the same
Since you had to go
'Cause the healing process will be long and slow
Yeah
Aaliyah I know you're in a safer place
You're face to face with the creator and our maker
And if you and Left Eye happen to chat
Tell her me and Tionne we know she's much safer
If you see Biggie Smalls
Up in the clouds
Tell him he's still the illest emcee
We had around
2Pac there is only one
Big Pun RIP
We say one (one yeah yeah)
One day we will see y'all again
With the same old beautiful smiles
All styles so many styles
And y'all be doing the same old things
The last time we seen ya
We hope y'all can change the world
Let them see how short life be
It would never be the same since you had to go
To the music world y'all are incredible
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Here's the information for the
Where you can send the flowers to
The florist for Aaliyah
I'll give you the phone number
In case you need it
OK Missy take of yourself
I love you
I love you, bye bye
I been checkin' on your moms and dad (uh)
And your brother since the day you left (left)
Passed on and went away with God (uh)
But for your momma its been so damn hard
I hate to even hear her cry (cry)
Aaliyah she asked me why (why)
Would her baby girl go this way (oh)
Can you give me better words to say
One day she'll see you again
With the same old beautiful smile
Long hair and the voice of a hummingbird
You'll be singing them same old songs
Aaliyah can you hear me
I hope that you're proud of me
Me and Tim we been doing our thing
But Its never been the same
Since you had to go
I ain't never met a friend
More incredible
Oh
I know you're in real good hands
With God but damn I miss you
Aaliyah if you see Left Eye (uh huh)
Will you tell her
Me and 'Boz miss her too
'Cause no one's gonna fill her space (uh uh)
TC L not replaced
Y'all the reasons we learned to love
Love fly high wit' your 22 doves
One day we'll see her again
With the same old beautiful smile
Crazy but sexy cool
She'll be rapping them same old songs
Lisa can you hear me
We hope that you're proud of us
TLC has come along way
But its never been the same
Since you had to go
'Cause the healing process will be long and slow
Yeah
Aaliyah I know you're in a safer place
You're face to face with the creator and our maker
And if you and Left Eye happen to chat
Tell her me and Tionne we know she's much safer
If you see Biggie Smalls
Up in the clouds
Tell him he's still the illest emcee
We had around
2Pac there is only one
Big Pun RIP
We say one (one yeah yeah)
One day we will see y'all again
With the same old beautiful smiles
All styles so many styles
And y'all be doing the same old things
The last time we seen ya
We hope y'all can change the world
Let them see how short life be
It would never be the same since you had to go
To the music world y'all are incredible
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Writer: Craig Xavier Brockman, Melissa A Elliott, Nisan C. Stewart
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Under Construction is the fourth studio album by American rapper Missy Elliott, released by The Goldmind Inc. and Elektra Records on November 12, 2002, in the United States. The album was primarily produced by Timbaland, with additional production by Craig Brockman, Nisan Stewart, Errol "Poppi" McCalla and Elliott herself.
The album debuted at number three on the US Billboard 200 chart, selling 259,000 copies in its first week. It was also certified double platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA). The album received Grammy Award nominations for Best Rap Album and Album of the Year. Elliott dedicated the album to Aaliyah (who had died on August 25, 2001) and to victims of the September 11 attacks.
Performed By:
Missy ElliottThe album debuted at number three on the US Billboard 200 chart, selling 259,000 copies in its first week. It was also certified double platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA). The album received Grammy Award nominations for Best Rap Album and Album of the Year. Elliott dedicated the album to Aaliyah (who had died on August 25, 2001) and to victims of the September 11 attacks.
Genre(s): Hip hop, R&B
Producer(s): Missy Elliott, Timbaland, Craig Brockman, Errol "Poppi" McCalla, Nisan Stewart
Length: 56:41
Released: November 12th, 2002
Year: 2002