[Missy - singing]
I know some of y'all sick of songs y'all be hearin on the radio-
ohhhh (ohhh!)
So me and Timbaland gon' give that shit you never heard before
(shit you never heard before-ohhh)
It's like drinkin liquor or weed or X whatever does you the best
My beats, are so (sooooo) addic-hictive
[Tweet] C'mon get krunk with me
[Missy] See if you're ridin down the street
and you're bout to roll that shit up
[Tweet] You don't need drugs or weed
[Missy] Oh nah you ain't smokin that stank shit up in my car
Get your feet off my dashboard
[Tweet] C'mon get krunk with me
[Missy] Oh yeah you wanna get krunk though?
Well pop this CD in right here and take a hit of me
[singing] My album is so, addic-hictive
[Missy] My album is so addictive [*echoes*]
Man bump this ballad shit
Missy Misdemeanor Elliott - Miss E ...So Addictive Album Lyrics
Missy Misdemeanor Elliott - Miss E ...So Addictive Lyrics
- ...So Addictive
- ...So Addictive
- Dog In Heat
- Dog In Heat
- One Minute Man
- One Minute Man
- Lick Shots
- Lick Shots
- Get Ur Freak On
- Get Ur Freak On
- Scream
- Scream
- Old School Joint
- Old School Joint
- Take Away
- Take Away
- 4 My People
- 4 My People
- Bus-A-Bus Interlude
- Bus-A-Bus Interlude
- Whatcha Gon Do
- Whatcha Gon Do
- Step Off
- Step Off
- X-Tasy
- X-Tasy
- Slap! Slap! Slap!
- Slap! Slap! Slap!
- Ive Changed
- Ive Changed
- One Minute Man (Remix)
- One Minute Man (Remix)
- Im Movin On
- Im Movin On
- Higher Ground
- Higher Ground
Writer: Craig Brockman, Melissa A Elliott
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
...So Addictive
[Missy - singing]
I know some of y'all sick of songs y'all be hearin on the radio-
ohhhh (ohhh!)
So me and Timbaland gon' give that shit you never heard before
(shit you never heard before-ohhh)
It's like drinkin liquor or weed or X whatever does you the best
My beats, are so (sooooo) addic-hictive
[Tweet] C'mon get krunk with me
[Missy] See if you're ridin down the street
and you're bout to roll that shit up
[Tweet] You don't need drugs or weed
[Missy] Oh nah you ain't smokin that stank shit up in my car
Get your feet off my dashboard
[Tweet] C'mon get krunk with me
[Missy] Oh yeah you wanna get krunk though?
Well pop this CD in right here and take a hit of me
[singing] My album is so, addic-hictive
[Missy] My album is so addictive [*echoes*]
Man bump this ballad shit
I know some of y'all sick of songs y'all be hearin on the radio-
ohhhh (ohhh!)
So me and Timbaland gon' give that shit you never heard before
(shit you never heard before-ohhh)
It's like drinkin liquor or weed or X whatever does you the best
My beats, are so (sooooo) addic-hictive
[Tweet] C'mon get krunk with me
[Missy] See if you're ridin down the street
and you're bout to roll that shit up
[Tweet] You don't need drugs or weed
[Missy] Oh nah you ain't smokin that stank shit up in my car
Get your feet off my dashboard
[Tweet] C'mon get krunk with me
[Missy] Oh yeah you wanna get krunk though?
Well pop this CD in right here and take a hit of me
[singing] My album is so, addic-hictive
[Missy] My album is so addictive [*echoes*]
Man bump this ballad shit
Writer: Craig Brockman, Melissa A Elliott
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
Dog In Heat
[Missy]
Gimme that funk, mmm..
Funk, mmm.. yo gimme that
Funk.. sho' nuff that
Funk..
[Redman]
Yo, yo
Beware of the dogs, off the chain
F*ck your whips at the club we piss in the parkin lanes
Blow it up ten frames so you see it wide
If your broad ain't f*ckin she don't need to ride (beat it)
She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside
by the spare, she hungry I'll feed her fries
Cause I'ma, dog nigga, shot-call nigga
My shotgun talk with a lecture hall scripture
Applaud {*ahh*} bitch, shake that ass
I getcha, drunk and high and duct tape that ass fast
Then leave you on your daddy front lawn (ding dong)
with your hair all f*cked up, with one pump on
Get stomped on, I take the money and run
I'm a dog, shit I f*ck right in front of your son
If you ain't got Missy and Meth
want me to spit the hot shit for you? Nigga, write your check
[Missy]
When you come home from work, I'm gon' make you do more work
Pour some wine in the cup, sip sippin on sizz-urp
Ohhh.. ohhh.. now we gon' make love to and in ya
SLIDE, wanna take a ride
When you with me oh so right, tell them boys not tonight
Say you chillin witcho bitch and this is one y'don't wanna miss
Uhh uhh.. cause this love right here is on fire (fire)
SLIDE, wanna take a ride
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I love it boy when you play this song
Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin me on
You keep me growlin like a dog in heat
Hey wodie put it down make me sleep for weeks
[Missy]
You on the block layin low, from the cops layin low
When you done let me know cause my love make you be like WHOA
Ohhh.. ohhh.. cause I got yo' mind in the trenches
SLIDE, let's take a ride
Baby come give me some HEY WODIE ain't no other one
can shine on my life and make me wanna stay the night
Mmmm mmmm.. cause you put butterflies on my stomach
SLIDE, baby won't you slide
[Chorus]
[Method Man]
Yo yo I wanna gangsta BOOGIE with my GANGSTA BITCH
Love it when the pussy talk back thanks to dick
All my dogs (woof) playin the wall, get at these broads
You ain't got no-ass-at'all, we ain't f*ckin wit y'all
I'm not your smooth lovin, see me at Casbah thuggin
Hands where your Stove Top be stuffin
Never catch Tical hand-cuffin, I'm in your party puffin
Smellin like that Wu-Tang production
Cousin tried to tell me pussy come a dime a dozen
And when it come around I'll beat it down like percussion
Missy come and get me, I'm bout to call Doc
We can all meet up at Peanut's, I heard it was the spot
Somebody roll the weed up, push the car lighter, kick your feet up
Saturday Night, who got the Fever?
Brought the flavor, of indonesia
Puff puff give type procedures
and this joint bumpin out your speakers
[Chorus]
[Missy]
I'm gonna take you high to the top
and let your body not reject me babe
I'm gonna make you really love me
I'm gonna make you scream don't stop
But you must first respect his lady
You must respect this lady
Gimme that funk, mmm..
Funk, mmm.. yo gimme that
Funk.. sho' nuff that
Funk..
[Redman]
Yo, yo
Beware of the dogs, off the chain
F*ck your whips at the club we piss in the parkin lanes
Blow it up ten frames so you see it wide
If your broad ain't f*ckin she don't need to ride (beat it)
She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside
by the spare, she hungry I'll feed her fries
Cause I'ma, dog nigga, shot-call nigga
My shotgun talk with a lecture hall scripture
Applaud {*ahh*} bitch, shake that ass
I getcha, drunk and high and duct tape that ass fast
Then leave you on your daddy front lawn (ding dong)
with your hair all f*cked up, with one pump on
Get stomped on, I take the money and run
I'm a dog, shit I f*ck right in front of your son
If you ain't got Missy and Meth
want me to spit the hot shit for you? Nigga, write your check
[Missy]
When you come home from work, I'm gon' make you do more work
Pour some wine in the cup, sip sippin on sizz-urp
Ohhh.. ohhh.. now we gon' make love to and in ya
SLIDE, wanna take a ride
When you with me oh so right, tell them boys not tonight
Say you chillin witcho bitch and this is one y'don't wanna miss
Uhh uhh.. cause this love right here is on fire (fire)
SLIDE, wanna take a ride
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I love it boy when you play this song
Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin me on
You keep me growlin like a dog in heat
Hey wodie put it down make me sleep for weeks
[Missy]
You on the block layin low, from the cops layin low
When you done let me know cause my love make you be like WHOA
Ohhh.. ohhh.. cause I got yo' mind in the trenches
SLIDE, let's take a ride
Baby come give me some HEY WODIE ain't no other one
can shine on my life and make me wanna stay the night
Mmmm mmmm.. cause you put butterflies on my stomach
SLIDE, baby won't you slide
[Chorus]
[Method Man]
Yo yo I wanna gangsta BOOGIE with my GANGSTA BITCH
Love it when the pussy talk back thanks to dick
All my dogs (woof) playin the wall, get at these broads
You ain't got no-ass-at'all, we ain't f*ckin wit y'all
I'm not your smooth lovin, see me at Casbah thuggin
Hands where your Stove Top be stuffin
Never catch Tical hand-cuffin, I'm in your party puffin
Smellin like that Wu-Tang production
Cousin tried to tell me pussy come a dime a dozen
And when it come around I'll beat it down like percussion
Missy come and get me, I'm bout to call Doc
We can all meet up at Peanut's, I heard it was the spot
Somebody roll the weed up, push the car lighter, kick your feet up
Saturday Night, who got the Fever?
Brought the flavor, of indonesia
Puff puff give type procedures
and this joint bumpin out your speakers
[Chorus]
[Missy]
I'm gonna take you high to the top
and let your body not reject me babe
I'm gonna make you really love me
I'm gonna make you scream don't stop
But you must first respect his lady
You must respect this lady
Writer: TIMOTHY MOSLEY, REGGIE NOBLE, CLIFFORD SMITH, 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
Dog In Heat
[Missy]
Gimme that funk, mmm..
Funk, mmm.. yo gimme that
Funk.. sho' nuff that
Funk..
[Redman]
Yo, yo
Beware of the dogs, off the chain
F*ck your whips at the club we piss in the parkin lanes
Blow it up ten frames so you see it wide
If your broad ain't f*ckin she don't need to ride (beat it)
She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside
by the spare, she hungry I'll feed her fries
Cause I'ma, dog nigga, shot-call nigga
My shotgun talk with a lecture hall scripture
Applaud {*ahh*} bitch, shake that ass
I getcha, drunk and high and duct tape that ass fast
Then leave you on your daddy front lawn (ding dong)
with your hair all f*cked up, with one pump on
Get stomped on, I take the money and run
I'm a dog, shit I f*ck right in front of your son
If you ain't got Missy and Meth
want me to spit the hot shit for you? Nigga, write your check
[Missy]
When you come home from work, I'm gon' make you do more work
Pour some wine in the cup, sip sippin on sizz-urp
Ohhh.. ohhh.. now we gon' make love to and in ya
SLIDE, wanna take a ride
When you with me oh so right, tell them boys not tonight
Say you chillin witcho bitch and this is one y'don't wanna miss
Uhh uhh.. cause this love right here is on fire (fire)
SLIDE, wanna take a ride
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I love it boy when you play this song
Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin me on
You keep me growlin like a dog in heat
Hey wodie put it down make me sleep for weeks
[Missy]
You on the block layin low, from the cops layin low
When you done let me know cause my love make you be like WHOA
Ohhh.. ohhh.. cause I got yo' mind in the trenches
SLIDE, let's take a ride
Baby come give me some HEY WODIE ain't no other one
can shine on my life and make me wanna stay the night
Mmmm mmmm.. cause you put butterflies on my stomach
SLIDE, baby won't you slide
[Chorus]
[Method Man]
Yo yo I wanna gangsta BOOGIE with my GANGSTA BITCH
Love it when the pussy talk back thanks to dick
All my dogs (woof) playin the wall, get at these broads
You ain't got no-ass-at'all, we ain't f*ckin wit y'all
I'm not your smooth lovin, see me at Casbah thuggin
Hands where your Stove Top be stuffin
Never catch Tical hand-cuffin, I'm in your party puffin
Smellin like that Wu-Tang production
Cousin tried to tell me pussy come a dime a dozen
And when it come around I'll beat it down like percussion
Missy come and get me, I'm bout to call Doc
We can all meet up at Peanut's, I heard it was the spot
Somebody roll the weed up, push the car lighter, kick your feet up
Saturday Night, who got the Fever?
Brought the flavor, of indonesia
Puff puff give type procedures
and this joint bumpin out your speakers
[Chorus]
[Missy]
I'm gonna take you high to the top
and let your body not reject me babe
I'm gonna make you really love me
I'm gonna make you scream don't stop
But you must first respect his lady
You must respect this lady
Gimme that funk, mmm..
Funk, mmm.. yo gimme that
Funk.. sho' nuff that
Funk..
[Redman]
Yo, yo
Beware of the dogs, off the chain
F*ck your whips at the club we piss in the parkin lanes
Blow it up ten frames so you see it wide
If your broad ain't f*ckin she don't need to ride (beat it)
She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside
by the spare, she hungry I'll feed her fries
Cause I'ma, dog nigga, shot-call nigga
My shotgun talk with a lecture hall scripture
Applaud {*ahh*} bitch, shake that ass
I getcha, drunk and high and duct tape that ass fast
Then leave you on your daddy front lawn (ding dong)
with your hair all f*cked up, with one pump on
Get stomped on, I take the money and run
I'm a dog, shit I f*ck right in front of your son
If you ain't got Missy and Meth
want me to spit the hot shit for you? Nigga, write your check
[Missy]
When you come home from work, I'm gon' make you do more work
Pour some wine in the cup, sip sippin on sizz-urp
Ohhh.. ohhh.. now we gon' make love to and in ya
SLIDE, wanna take a ride
When you with me oh so right, tell them boys not tonight
Say you chillin witcho bitch and this is one y'don't wanna miss
Uhh uhh.. cause this love right here is on fire (fire)
SLIDE, wanna take a ride
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I love it boy when you play this song
Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin me on
You keep me growlin like a dog in heat
Hey wodie put it down make me sleep for weeks
[Missy]
You on the block layin low, from the cops layin low
When you done let me know cause my love make you be like WHOA
Ohhh.. ohhh.. cause I got yo' mind in the trenches
SLIDE, let's take a ride
Baby come give me some HEY WODIE ain't no other one
can shine on my life and make me wanna stay the night
Mmmm mmmm.. cause you put butterflies on my stomach
SLIDE, baby won't you slide
[Chorus]
[Method Man]
Yo yo I wanna gangsta BOOGIE with my GANGSTA BITCH
Love it when the pussy talk back thanks to dick
All my dogs (woof) playin the wall, get at these broads
You ain't got no-ass-at'all, we ain't f*ckin wit y'all
I'm not your smooth lovin, see me at Casbah thuggin
Hands where your Stove Top be stuffin
Never catch Tical hand-cuffin, I'm in your party puffin
Smellin like that Wu-Tang production
Cousin tried to tell me pussy come a dime a dozen
And when it come around I'll beat it down like percussion
Missy come and get me, I'm bout to call Doc
We can all meet up at Peanut's, I heard it was the spot
Somebody roll the weed up, push the car lighter, kick your feet up
Saturday Night, who got the Fever?
Brought the flavor, of indonesia
Puff puff give type procedures
and this joint bumpin out your speakers
[Chorus]
[Missy]
I'm gonna take you high to the top
and let your body not reject me babe
I'm gonna make you really love me
I'm gonna make you scream don't stop
But you must first respect his lady
You must respect this lady
Writer: TIMOTHY MOSLEY, REGGIE NOBLE, CLIFFORD SMITH, 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
One Minute Man
[Missy]
Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man
Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand
I don't want no minute man
Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH
Ohh, ohh..
Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH
Ohh, ohh..
[Missy]
Boy I'ma make you love me, make you want me
And I'ma give you some attention, tonight
Now follow my intuitions, what you're wishin
See I'ma keep you all night, for a long time
Just start countin the ways
[Chorus]
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no..
[Missy]
Tonight I'ma give it to you, throw it to you
I want you to come prepared, ohhh yeah (oh yes)
Boy it's been a long time, a crazy long time
And I don't want no minute man, and that's real
Give it to me some more
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
Yeah, uhh, uhh
It's time to set yo' clock back bout as long as you can
I stop daylight and Ludacris the maintenance man
Get your oil changed, I check fluids and transmission
You one minute FOOLS, you wonder why y'all missin
On the back of milk cartons and there's no reward
No regards, close but it's no cigar
A hard head make a soft ass, but a hard dick make the sex last
I jump in pools and make a big splash
Water overflowin, so get your head right
It's all in yo' mind punk so keep your head tight
Enough with tips and advice and thangs
I'm big dog, havin women seein stripes and thangs
They go to sleep, start snorin, countin sheep and shit
They so wet, that they body start to leak and shit
Just cause I'm an ALL-nighter, shoot ALL fire
Ludacris, balance and rotate ALL tires
[Missy]
Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man
Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand
I don't want no minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break-break me off, break break me off
Break break me off, show me what you got
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, break break me off
Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man
Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand
I don't want no minute man
Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH
Ohh, ohh..
Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH
Ohh, ohh..
[Missy]
Boy I'ma make you love me, make you want me
And I'ma give you some attention, tonight
Now follow my intuitions, what you're wishin
See I'ma keep you all night, for a long time
Just start countin the ways
[Chorus]
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no..
[Missy]
Tonight I'ma give it to you, throw it to you
I want you to come prepared, ohhh yeah (oh yes)
Boy it's been a long time, a crazy long time
And I don't want no minute man, and that's real
Give it to me some more
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
Yeah, uhh, uhh
It's time to set yo' clock back bout as long as you can
I stop daylight and Ludacris the maintenance man
Get your oil changed, I check fluids and transmission
You one minute FOOLS, you wonder why y'all missin
On the back of milk cartons and there's no reward
No regards, close but it's no cigar
A hard head make a soft ass, but a hard dick make the sex last
I jump in pools and make a big splash
Water overflowin, so get your head right
It's all in yo' mind punk so keep your head tight
Enough with tips and advice and thangs
I'm big dog, havin women seein stripes and thangs
They go to sleep, start snorin, countin sheep and shit
They so wet, that they body start to leak and shit
Just cause I'm an ALL-nighter, shoot ALL fire
Ludacris, balance and rotate ALL tires
[Missy]
Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man
Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand
I don't want no minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break-break me off, break break me off
Break break me off, show me what you got
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, break break me off
Writer: David Pomeranz, Timothy Mosley, Chris Bridges, Missy Elliott
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
One Minute Man
[Missy]
Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man
Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand
I don't want no minute man
Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH
Ohh, ohh..
Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH
Ohh, ohh..
[Missy]
Boy I'ma make you love me, make you want me
And I'ma give you some attention, tonight
Now follow my intuitions, what you're wishin
See I'ma keep you all night, for a long time
Just start countin the ways
[Chorus]
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no..
[Missy]
Tonight I'ma give it to you, throw it to you
I want you to come prepared, ohhh yeah (oh yes)
Boy it's been a long time, a crazy long time
And I don't want no minute man, and that's real
Give it to me some more
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
Yeah, uhh, uhh
It's time to set yo' clock back bout as long as you can
I stop daylight and Ludacris the maintenance man
Get your oil changed, I check fluids and transmission
You one minute FOOLS, you wonder why y'all missin
On the back of milk cartons and there's no reward
No regards, close but it's no cigar
A hard head make a soft ass, but a hard dick make the sex last
I jump in pools and make a big splash
Water overflowin, so get your head right
It's all in yo' mind punk so keep your head tight
Enough with tips and advice and thangs
I'm big dog, havin women seein stripes and thangs
They go to sleep, start snorin, countin sheep and shit
They so wet, that they body start to leak and shit
Just cause I'm an ALL-nighter, shoot ALL fire
Ludacris, balance and rotate ALL tires
[Missy]
Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man
Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand
I don't want no minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break-break me off, break break me off
Break break me off, show me what you got
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, break break me off
Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man
Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand
I don't want no minute man
Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH
Ohh, ohh..
Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH
Ohh, ohh..
[Missy]
Boy I'ma make you love me, make you want me
And I'ma give you some attention, tonight
Now follow my intuitions, what you're wishin
See I'ma keep you all night, for a long time
Just start countin the ways
[Chorus]
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no..
[Missy]
Tonight I'ma give it to you, throw it to you
I want you to come prepared, ohhh yeah (oh yes)
Boy it's been a long time, a crazy long time
And I don't want no minute man, and that's real
Give it to me some more
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
Yeah, uhh, uhh
It's time to set yo' clock back bout as long as you can
I stop daylight and Ludacris the maintenance man
Get your oil changed, I check fluids and transmission
You one minute FOOLS, you wonder why y'all missin
On the back of milk cartons and there's no reward
No regards, close but it's no cigar
A hard head make a soft ass, but a hard dick make the sex last
I jump in pools and make a big splash
Water overflowin, so get your head right
It's all in yo' mind punk so keep your head tight
Enough with tips and advice and thangs
I'm big dog, havin women seein stripes and thangs
They go to sleep, start snorin, countin sheep and shit
They so wet, that they body start to leak and shit
Just cause I'm an ALL-nighter, shoot ALL fire
Ludacris, balance and rotate ALL tires
[Missy]
Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man
Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand
I don't want no minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break-break me off, break break me off
Break break me off, show me what you got
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, break break me off
Writer: David Pomeranz, Timothy Mosley, Chris Bridges, Missy Elliott
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
Lick Shots
[Missy]
Ugh, Ay yo Timberland, see what they don't understand
Is we about to flip our whole style on 'em for two double zero one (Ay!)
And for those of you who hated (Ay!)
You only made us more creative
[Timberland]
Misdemeanor Ugh!
[Missy]
You don't wanna speak my name
Mess around get that ass blown away
Blaaah!
Fool gone away
I didn't even like your tail anyway
Missy got somethin' to say
I ride down the block in an escalade
Bling bling all in your face
I think you might need to put on your shades
Blaaah!
I know you feel me tho
You hatin' on me, but you hear me tho
Twenty inch rims sittin' crazy low
AAAAHHHHHHH! I'm a crazy ho
I'm a keep the party live
Me and Timbaland gonna flip it tonight
Keep yo hands in the sky
Wave 'em round like your crazy high
[Chorus]
Hugh!
Time to lick shots
Time to see you dance
Hey you, why you frontin'
Blaaah!
Time to lick shots
Time to see you dance
Hey you, why you frontin'
Blaaah!
[Missy]
You don't know who I be
You mammy tell you not to f*ck wit me
If I give you head, you'll never leave
Raaah!
Stop sweatin' me
Flip it on the black hand side
Look it here boy, don't you even try it
Make me dislocate your spine
My rings put your shine like turpentine
What you comin' around hang out fo?
Baby him know, you just want my dough
Get cha black ass on the flo
Fool touch me, that's a no no
Raaah!
Mr. DJ won't you play that song
Tell the freaks shake they nasty thongs
Hey boys won't you sing along
Cause we gone rock the party til' the early morn
[Chorus]
Y'all don't hear me (hot)
You got your guns but you don't scare me (ooooooh)
Originality is leary (ugh)
My only style and I ain't sharin' (back up, back up:easy now)
Hey Y'all (hot)
Let's turn it up and tear the club down (ugh)
Grab your drinks and give me two rounds (zooooo)
I'll break you off I'm goin' down down
Watch yourself, I'm about to turn it up
[Chorus]
[Music plays a little]
[Chorus]
[Music fades until end]
Ugh, Ay yo Timberland, see what they don't understand
Is we about to flip our whole style on 'em for two double zero one (Ay!)
And for those of you who hated (Ay!)
You only made us more creative
[Timberland]
Misdemeanor Ugh!
[Missy]
You don't wanna speak my name
Mess around get that ass blown away
Blaaah!
Fool gone away
I didn't even like your tail anyway
Missy got somethin' to say
I ride down the block in an escalade
Bling bling all in your face
I think you might need to put on your shades
Blaaah!
I know you feel me tho
You hatin' on me, but you hear me tho
Twenty inch rims sittin' crazy low
AAAAHHHHHHH! I'm a crazy ho
I'm a keep the party live
Me and Timbaland gonna flip it tonight
Keep yo hands in the sky
Wave 'em round like your crazy high
[Chorus]
Hugh!
Time to lick shots
Time to see you dance
Hey you, why you frontin'
Blaaah!
Time to lick shots
Time to see you dance
Hey you, why you frontin'
Blaaah!
[Missy]
You don't know who I be
You mammy tell you not to f*ck wit me
If I give you head, you'll never leave
Raaah!
Stop sweatin' me
Flip it on the black hand side
Look it here boy, don't you even try it
Make me dislocate your spine
My rings put your shine like turpentine
What you comin' around hang out fo?
Baby him know, you just want my dough
Get cha black ass on the flo
Fool touch me, that's a no no
Raaah!
Mr. DJ won't you play that song
Tell the freaks shake they nasty thongs
Hey boys won't you sing along
Cause we gone rock the party til' the early morn
[Chorus]
Y'all don't hear me (hot)
You got your guns but you don't scare me (ooooooh)
Originality is leary (ugh)
My only style and I ain't sharin' (back up, back up:easy now)
Hey Y'all (hot)
Let's turn it up and tear the club down (ugh)
Grab your drinks and give me two rounds (zooooo)
I'll break you off I'm goin' down down
Watch yourself, I'm about to turn it up
[Chorus]
[Music plays a little]
[Chorus]
[Music fades until end]
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
Lick Shots
[Missy]
Ugh, Ay yo Timberland, see what they don't understand
Is we about to flip our whole style on 'em for two double zero one (Ay!)
And for those of you who hated (Ay!)
You only made us more creative
[Timberland]
Misdemeanor Ugh!
[Missy]
You don't wanna speak my name
Mess around get that ass blown away
Blaaah!
Fool gone away
I didn't even like your tail anyway
Missy got somethin' to say
I ride down the block in an escalade
Bling bling all in your face
I think you might need to put on your shades
Blaaah!
I know you feel me tho
You hatin' on me, but you hear me tho
Twenty inch rims sittin' crazy low
AAAAHHHHHHH! I'm a crazy ho
I'm a keep the party live
Me and Timbaland gonna flip it tonight
Keep yo hands in the sky
Wave 'em round like your crazy high
[Chorus]
Hugh!
Time to lick shots
Time to see you dance
Hey you, why you frontin'
Blaaah!
Time to lick shots
Time to see you dance
Hey you, why you frontin'
Blaaah!
[Missy]
You don't know who I be
You mammy tell you not to f*ck wit me
If I give you head, you'll never leave
Raaah!
Stop sweatin' me
Flip it on the black hand side
Look it here boy, don't you even try it
Make me dislocate your spine
My rings put your shine like turpentine
What you comin' around hang out fo?
Baby him know, you just want my dough
Get cha black ass on the flo
Fool touch me, that's a no no
Raaah!
Mr. DJ won't you play that song
Tell the freaks shake they nasty thongs
Hey boys won't you sing along
Cause we gone rock the party til' the early morn
[Chorus]
Y'all don't hear me (hot)
You got your guns but you don't scare me (ooooooh)
Originality is leary (ugh)
My only style and I ain't sharin' (back up, back up:easy now)
Hey Y'all (hot)
Let's turn it up and tear the club down (ugh)
Grab your drinks and give me two rounds (zooooo)
I'll break you off I'm goin' down down
Watch yourself, I'm about to turn it up
[Chorus]
[Music plays a little]
[Chorus]
[Music fades until end]
Ugh, Ay yo Timberland, see what they don't understand
Is we about to flip our whole style on 'em for two double zero one (Ay!)
And for those of you who hated (Ay!)
You only made us more creative
[Timberland]
Misdemeanor Ugh!
[Missy]
You don't wanna speak my name
Mess around get that ass blown away
Blaaah!
Fool gone away
I didn't even like your tail anyway
Missy got somethin' to say
I ride down the block in an escalade
Bling bling all in your face
I think you might need to put on your shades
Blaaah!
I know you feel me tho
You hatin' on me, but you hear me tho
Twenty inch rims sittin' crazy low
AAAAHHHHHHH! I'm a crazy ho
I'm a keep the party live
Me and Timbaland gonna flip it tonight
Keep yo hands in the sky
Wave 'em round like your crazy high
[Chorus]
Hugh!
Time to lick shots
Time to see you dance
Hey you, why you frontin'
Blaaah!
Time to lick shots
Time to see you dance
Hey you, why you frontin'
Blaaah!
[Missy]
You don't know who I be
You mammy tell you not to f*ck wit me
If I give you head, you'll never leave
Raaah!
Stop sweatin' me
Flip it on the black hand side
Look it here boy, don't you even try it
Make me dislocate your spine
My rings put your shine like turpentine
What you comin' around hang out fo?
Baby him know, you just want my dough
Get cha black ass on the flo
Fool touch me, that's a no no
Raaah!
Mr. DJ won't you play that song
Tell the freaks shake they nasty thongs
Hey boys won't you sing along
Cause we gone rock the party til' the early morn
[Chorus]
Y'all don't hear me (hot)
You got your guns but you don't scare me (ooooooh)
Originality is leary (ugh)
My only style and I ain't sharin' (back up, back up:easy now)
Hey Y'all (hot)
Let's turn it up and tear the club down (ugh)
Grab your drinks and give me two rounds (zooooo)
I'll break you off I'm goin' down down
Watch yourself, I'm about to turn it up
[Chorus]
[Music plays a little]
[Chorus]
[Music fades until end]
Writer: TIMOTHY MOSLEY, MISSY ELLIOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Get Ur Freak On
[MISSY:]
REMIX! with Nelly Furtado . . .
Come in and I landed [repeated in the background]
[MISSY:]
NELLY FURTADO!
Come in and I landed [repeated in the background]
[NELLY:]
She's a freak and I'm a cheif head banger with the top down low on the flow
cause your so fresh (fresh!) like b-boys with vests like runners' carved chests ? hehehehe
I run like the breeze to catch this life but sometimes get a need til I bleed!
There's truth, I go, there's around, I will tell it A story, on the planet
Missy come in and I landed! Well where did she come from?
This international goddess sun so get your hands up like this hun
until the party's just begun! So come over to my house and that's where
this song's from a less for the laugh from west coast version portugese
diva! And Missy's the woman who always be cooking, says somethin' for Neltado
who come dip her vibin from DC to DJ and all around the world come giddy up
giddy up back back up to my girl!
[MISSY:]
UN get ur freak on [repeated]
Get [scatted] Get ur freak on!
[MISSY:]
Who's that bitch?
[NELLY:]
Me me! Nelly Nelly Nelly Furtado all in your stereo
I'm pumpin louder please don't tell me you don't like the flow . . .
You got the means to put down so lemme step it -- YO!
[MISSY:]
It's a original flow, people better lay low, stick you up like velcro
cause me and Nelly say SO!
[NELLY:]
I'm doin how we do -- some strange loose thing and crew
Because my fire springs your head round right MISSY!
[MISSY:]
Get ur freak on! [repeated]
Get [scatted] get ur freak on! Get [scatted] ahhhh!
[MISSY:]
They want dance,
Everybody gettin freak-deaky want dance,
grab your partners tightly by the ass and want dance,
move your body swiftly to the beat and want dance!
They want dance, they want dance!
Everybody crunk in the club - they want dance!
Everybody hot and on the block - they want dance!
Everybody gettin freak-deaky want dance, they want dance!
[both:]
Get ur freak on! [repeated]
Get [scatted] get ur freak on! Get [scatted] yeah yeah! ahhhhhhh!
REMIX! with Nelly Furtado . . .
Come in and I landed [repeated in the background]
[MISSY:]
NELLY FURTADO!
Come in and I landed [repeated in the background]
[NELLY:]
She's a freak and I'm a cheif head banger with the top down low on the flow
cause your so fresh (fresh!) like b-boys with vests like runners' carved chests ? hehehehe
I run like the breeze to catch this life but sometimes get a need til I bleed!
There's truth, I go, there's around, I will tell it A story, on the planet
Missy come in and I landed! Well where did she come from?
This international goddess sun so get your hands up like this hun
until the party's just begun! So come over to my house and that's where
this song's from a less for the laugh from west coast version portugese
diva! And Missy's the woman who always be cooking, says somethin' for Neltado
who come dip her vibin from DC to DJ and all around the world come giddy up
giddy up back back up to my girl!
[MISSY:]
UN get ur freak on [repeated]
Get [scatted] Get ur freak on!
[MISSY:]
Who's that bitch?
[NELLY:]
Me me! Nelly Nelly Nelly Furtado all in your stereo
I'm pumpin louder please don't tell me you don't like the flow . . .
You got the means to put down so lemme step it -- YO!
[MISSY:]
It's a original flow, people better lay low, stick you up like velcro
cause me and Nelly say SO!
[NELLY:]
I'm doin how we do -- some strange loose thing and crew
Because my fire springs your head round right MISSY!
[MISSY:]
Get ur freak on! [repeated]
Get [scatted] get ur freak on! Get [scatted] ahhhh!
[MISSY:]
They want dance,
Everybody gettin freak-deaky want dance,
grab your partners tightly by the ass and want dance,
move your body swiftly to the beat and want dance!
They want dance, they want dance!
Everybody crunk in the club - they want dance!
Everybody hot and on the block - they want dance!
Everybody gettin freak-deaky want dance, they want dance!
[both:]
Get ur freak on! [repeated]
Get [scatted] get ur freak on! Get [scatted] yeah yeah! ahhhhhhh!
Writer: Melissa A. Elliott, Timothy Z. Mosley
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
Get Ur Freak On
Kore kara minna de mechakucha odotte.
Sawagou, sawagou*
headbanga
hit me, hit me
gimme some new shit
gimme some new shit
gimme some new shit
gimme some new shit
[Missy]
Missy be puttin it down
I'm the hottest round
Ill told yall mutha (skurt)
Yall can stop me now
Listen to me now
I'm lastin twenty rounds
And if you want me (nigga)
Then come and get me now (bounce)
Is you with me now (bounce)
The biggie biggie bounce (bounce)
I kno you dig the way i sw..sw...switched ma style
(Holla) People sing around
Now people gather round
Now people jump around
[Chorus]
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha freak on
[2x]
[Missy]
(who's that bitch?) (clean: Is that your chick)
People you know
Me and Timbaland been hot since twenty years ago
What da dilly yo
Now what da drilly yo
If you wanna battle me then (nigga) lemme know
(Holla) Got the feeling son
Lemme throw you some
(maut mujhko**)
People here I come
Now sweat me when I'm done
We got the radio shook like we got a gun
[Chorus]
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha freak on
[2x]
[Missy]
Quiet !!!
Shh, hush yo mouth
Silence when I, spit it out
In yo face
Open yo mouth, Give you a taste
(Holla) Aint no stoppin me
Copywritten so, dont copy me
Yall do it, sloppily
And yall cant come, close to me (yes)
I know you feel me now (yes)
I know you hear me loud (yes)
I scream it loud and proud (yes)
Missy gon blow it down (yes)
People gon play me now (yes)
In and outa town (yes)
Cuz im the best around (yes)
With the crazy style (go)
[Chorus]
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha freak on
[2x]
Ichi ni san shi***
(* Japanese translates to:
Everyone start dancing together wildly now.
Let's make some noise, let's make some noise.)
(** Hindi translates to: death to me)
(*** Japanese translates to: One, two, three, four.)
Sawagou, sawagou*
headbanga
hit me, hit me
gimme some new shit
gimme some new shit
gimme some new shit
gimme some new shit
[Missy]
Missy be puttin it down
I'm the hottest round
Ill told yall mutha (skurt)
Yall can stop me now
Listen to me now
I'm lastin twenty rounds
And if you want me (nigga)
Then come and get me now (bounce)
Is you with me now (bounce)
The biggie biggie bounce (bounce)
I kno you dig the way i sw..sw...switched ma style
(Holla) People sing around
Now people gather round
Now people jump around
[Chorus]
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha freak on
[2x]
[Missy]
(who's that bitch?) (clean: Is that your chick)
People you know
Me and Timbaland been hot since twenty years ago
What da dilly yo
Now what da drilly yo
If you wanna battle me then (nigga) lemme know
(Holla) Got the feeling son
Lemme throw you some
(maut mujhko**)
People here I come
Now sweat me when I'm done
We got the radio shook like we got a gun
[Chorus]
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha freak on
[2x]
[Missy]
Quiet !!!
Shh, hush yo mouth
Silence when I, spit it out
In yo face
Open yo mouth, Give you a taste
(Holla) Aint no stoppin me
Copywritten so, dont copy me
Yall do it, sloppily
And yall cant come, close to me (yes)
I know you feel me now (yes)
I know you hear me loud (yes)
I scream it loud and proud (yes)
Missy gon blow it down (yes)
People gon play me now (yes)
In and outa town (yes)
Cuz im the best around (yes)
With the crazy style (go)
[Chorus]
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha freak on
[2x]
Ichi ni san shi***
(* Japanese translates to:
Everyone start dancing together wildly now.
Let's make some noise, let's make some noise.)
(** Hindi translates to: death to me)
(*** Japanese translates to: One, two, three, four.)
Writer: Melissa A. Elliott, Timothy Z. Mosley
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Scream
Music..
Huh, huh.. ohhh..
Huh, huh.. ohhh..
Huh, huh.. ohhh..
I met him in the Bahamas, I love that nigga per-sona
Smoke that nigga marijuana, get freaky call me Madonna
Lay on the bed he follow, bone him until to-morrah
Make him sing high sopran-ah, AHHHHHHHH!!
Fifty-fo'-fifty-fifty, Mr. Act-Super-Kinky
Baby what you gon' get me, is some rings for my lil' pinkie
Money will multiply, 'fore you run up inside
Make me all weak and tired, mmhmmm..
[Chorus: Timbaland + Missy]
You got ta.. (scream)
If you up in the club, you think you tearin it up
You got ta, got ta.. (scream)
Well pour most of the liquor, then you watchin people buzz
You got ta, got ta.. (scream)
If you from out of town, you think you're holdin it down
You got ta, got ta.. (scream)
You got ta.. you got ta..
[Missy]
He say he from Puerto Rico, he told me to call him Chico
Freakin up in the Nico, my ego got really negro
Throw the heat throw heat be bold, though I'm like dice in cee-lo
Makin heads scream and moan, AHHHHH!!! Send 'em back home
Boy is really worth it, just to get dirty dirty
Give me that liquor liquor, make me talk slurry slurry
Money will multiply, 'fore you run up inside
Get me all weak and tired, mmhmmm..
[Chorus]
[Missy]
He asked could he rock my body, he also asked could he buy me
a drink six-oh Ferrari, then ride up in my safari
Shit what a deal word up, how much it cost now
Shit what the deal word up how much it cost
Play your position listen, where is your pot to piss in
'Fore we start really kissin, hot as freaky kitchen
Hey what the deal word up how much it cost now
Hey what the deal word up how much it cost now
[Chorus - 2X]
Huh, huh.. ohhh..
Huh, huh.. ohhh..
Huh, huh.. ohhh..
I met him in the Bahamas, I love that nigga per-sona
Smoke that nigga marijuana, get freaky call me Madonna
Lay on the bed he follow, bone him until to-morrah
Make him sing high sopran-ah, AHHHHHHHH!!
Fifty-fo'-fifty-fifty, Mr. Act-Super-Kinky
Baby what you gon' get me, is some rings for my lil' pinkie
Money will multiply, 'fore you run up inside
Make me all weak and tired, mmhmmm..
[Chorus: Timbaland + Missy]
You got ta.. (scream)
If you up in the club, you think you tearin it up
You got ta, got ta.. (scream)
Well pour most of the liquor, then you watchin people buzz
You got ta, got ta.. (scream)
If you from out of town, you think you're holdin it down
You got ta, got ta.. (scream)
You got ta.. you got ta..
[Missy]
He say he from Puerto Rico, he told me to call him Chico
Freakin up in the Nico, my ego got really negro
Throw the heat throw heat be bold, though I'm like dice in cee-lo
Makin heads scream and moan, AHHHHH!!! Send 'em back home
Boy is really worth it, just to get dirty dirty
Give me that liquor liquor, make me talk slurry slurry
Money will multiply, 'fore you run up inside
Get me all weak and tired, mmhmmm..
[Chorus]
[Missy]
He asked could he rock my body, he also asked could he buy me
a drink six-oh Ferrari, then ride up in my safari
Shit what a deal word up, how much it cost now
Shit what the deal word up how much it cost
Play your position listen, where is your pot to piss in
'Fore we start really kissin, hot as freaky kitchen
Hey what the deal word up how much it cost now
Hey what the deal word up how much it cost now
[Chorus - 2X]
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
Scream
Music..
Huh, huh.. ohhh..
Huh, huh.. ohhh..
Huh, huh.. ohhh..
I met him in the Bahamas, I love that nigga per-sona
Smoke that nigga marijuana, get freaky call me Madonna
Lay on the bed he follow, bone him until to-morrah
Make him sing high sopran-ah, AHHHHHHHH!!
Fifty-fo'-fifty-fifty, Mr. Act-Super-Kinky
Baby what you gon' get me, is some rings for my lil' pinkie
Money will multiply, 'fore you run up inside
Make me all weak and tired, mmhmmm..
[Chorus: Timbaland + Missy]
You got ta.. (scream)
If you up in the club, you think you tearin it up
You got ta, got ta.. (scream)
Well pour most of the liquor, then you watchin people buzz
You got ta, got ta.. (scream)
If you from out of town, you think you're holdin it down
You got ta, got ta.. (scream)
You got ta.. you got ta..
[Missy]
He say he from Puerto Rico, he told me to call him Chico
Freakin up in the Nico, my ego got really negro
Throw the heat throw heat be bold, though I'm like dice in cee-lo
Makin heads scream and moan, AHHHHH!!! Send 'em back home
Boy is really worth it, just to get dirty dirty
Give me that liquor liquor, make me talk slurry slurry
Money will multiply, 'fore you run up inside
Get me all weak and tired, mmhmmm..
[Chorus]
[Missy]
He asked could he rock my body, he also asked could he buy me
a drink six-oh Ferrari, then ride up in my safari
Shit what a deal word up, how much it cost now
Shit what the deal word up how much it cost
Play your position listen, where is your pot to piss in
'Fore we start really kissin, hot as freaky kitchen
Hey what the deal word up how much it cost now
Hey what the deal word up how much it cost now
[Chorus - 2X]
Huh, huh.. ohhh..
Huh, huh.. ohhh..
Huh, huh.. ohhh..
I met him in the Bahamas, I love that nigga per-sona
Smoke that nigga marijuana, get freaky call me Madonna
Lay on the bed he follow, bone him until to-morrah
Make him sing high sopran-ah, AHHHHHHHH!!
Fifty-fo'-fifty-fifty, Mr. Act-Super-Kinky
Baby what you gon' get me, is some rings for my lil' pinkie
Money will multiply, 'fore you run up inside
Make me all weak and tired, mmhmmm..
[Chorus: Timbaland + Missy]
You got ta.. (scream)
If you up in the club, you think you tearin it up
You got ta, got ta.. (scream)
Well pour most of the liquor, then you watchin people buzz
You got ta, got ta.. (scream)
If you from out of town, you think you're holdin it down
You got ta, got ta.. (scream)
You got ta.. you got ta..
[Missy]
He say he from Puerto Rico, he told me to call him Chico
Freakin up in the Nico, my ego got really negro
Throw the heat throw heat be bold, though I'm like dice in cee-lo
Makin heads scream and moan, AHHHHH!!! Send 'em back home
Boy is really worth it, just to get dirty dirty
Give me that liquor liquor, make me talk slurry slurry
Money will multiply, 'fore you run up inside
Get me all weak and tired, mmhmmm..
[Chorus]
[Missy]
He asked could he rock my body, he also asked could he buy me
a drink six-oh Ferrari, then ride up in my safari
Shit what a deal word up, how much it cost now
Shit what the deal word up how much it cost
Play your position listen, where is your pot to piss in
'Fore we start really kissin, hot as freaky kitchen
Hey what the deal word up how much it cost now
Hey what the deal word up how much it cost now
[Chorus - 2X]
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Old School Joint
Flip da beat
Oh yeah I'm feelin this one
You remember back in the old school days
You used to have joints like this
and you'd be up in the club dancin like your moms and your pops
Hehe, I know y'all know what I'm talkin about
So we gon' flip it like this, ooh, ooh
[Verse 1]
Before you take me out let's, have a conversation
No touchy touchy cause it might lead to havin relations
Let's get to the point, boy, no abbreviations
Don't wanna give it up too quick, I wanna build up anticipation
[Chorus]
Once you get me will you know how to act
Will you do me right (Ooh, I need to know, I need to know)
Once you get me will you keep my pockets fat
Keep me lookin tight (Ooh, yeah)
[Verse 2]
I wanna give it some time and, get to know eachother
Let's be friends before we think about being lovers
Ain't no need to rush it, if this is forever
If you wait on this love, I promise it'll get mo' betta and betta
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Flashlights (flashlight)
Neon lights (neon light)
Party rides, all night
Love me right, keep me lookin tight (lookin tight)
So nice (so nice)
That's what I's like
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Oh yeah I'm feelin this one
You remember back in the old school days
You used to have joints like this
and you'd be up in the club dancin like your moms and your pops
Hehe, I know y'all know what I'm talkin about
So we gon' flip it like this, ooh, ooh
[Verse 1]
Before you take me out let's, have a conversation
No touchy touchy cause it might lead to havin relations
Let's get to the point, boy, no abbreviations
Don't wanna give it up too quick, I wanna build up anticipation
[Chorus]
Once you get me will you know how to act
Will you do me right (Ooh, I need to know, I need to know)
Once you get me will you keep my pockets fat
Keep me lookin tight (Ooh, yeah)
[Verse 2]
I wanna give it some time and, get to know eachother
Let's be friends before we think about being lovers
Ain't no need to rush it, if this is forever
If you wait on this love, I promise it'll get mo' betta and betta
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Flashlights (flashlight)
Neon lights (neon light)
Party rides, all night
Love me right, keep me lookin tight (lookin tight)
So nice (so nice)
That's what I's like
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Old School Joint
Flip da beat
Oh yeah I'm feelin this one
You remember back in the old school days
You used to have joints like this
and you'd be up in the club dancin like your moms and your pops
Hehe, I know y'all know what I'm talkin about
So we gon' flip it like this, ooh, ooh
[Verse 1]
Before you take me out let's, have a conversation
No touchy touchy cause it might lead to havin relations
Let's get to the point, boy, no abbreviations
Don't wanna give it up too quick, I wanna build up anticipation
[Chorus]
Once you get me will you know how to act
Will you do me right (Ooh, I need to know, I need to know)
Once you get me will you keep my pockets fat
Keep me lookin tight (Ooh, yeah)
[Verse 2]
I wanna give it some time and, get to know eachother
Let's be friends before we think about being lovers
Ain't no need to rush it, if this is forever
If you wait on this love, I promise it'll get mo' betta and betta
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Flashlights (flashlight)
Neon lights (neon light)
Party rides, all night
Love me right, keep me lookin tight (lookin tight)
So nice (so nice)
That's what I's like
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Oh yeah I'm feelin this one
You remember back in the old school days
You used to have joints like this
and you'd be up in the club dancin like your moms and your pops
Hehe, I know y'all know what I'm talkin about
So we gon' flip it like this, ooh, ooh
[Verse 1]
Before you take me out let's, have a conversation
No touchy touchy cause it might lead to havin relations
Let's get to the point, boy, no abbreviations
Don't wanna give it up too quick, I wanna build up anticipation
[Chorus]
Once you get me will you know how to act
Will you do me right (Ooh, I need to know, I need to know)
Once you get me will you keep my pockets fat
Keep me lookin tight (Ooh, yeah)
[Verse 2]
I wanna give it some time and, get to know eachother
Let's be friends before we think about being lovers
Ain't no need to rush it, if this is forever
If you wait on this love, I promise it'll get mo' betta and betta
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Flashlights (flashlight)
Neon lights (neon light)
Party rides, all night
Love me right, keep me lookin tight (lookin tight)
So nice (so nice)
That's what I's like
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Writer: TIMOTHY MOSLEY, KEVIN MCCORD, ALBERT HUDSON, WILLIAM EARL COLLINS, GEORGE JR CLINTON, BERNARD WORRELL, 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
Take Away
Flip da beat
Oh yeah I'm feelin this one
You remember back in the old school days
You used to have joints like this
and you'd be up in the club dancin like your moms and your pops
Hehe, I know y'all know what I'm talkin about
So we gon' flip it like this, ooh, ooh
[Verse 1]
Before you take me out let's, have a conversation
No touchy touchy cause it might lead to havin relations
Let's get to the point, boy, no abbreviations
Don't wanna give it up too quick, I wanna build up anticipation
[Chorus]
Once you get me will you know how to act
Will you do me right (Ooh, I need to know, I need to know)
Once you get me will you keep my pockets fat
Keep me lookin tight (Ooh, yeah)
[Verse 2]
I wanna give it some time and, get to know eachother
Let's be friends before we think about being lovers
Ain't no need to rush it, if this is forever
If you wait on this love, I promise it'll get mo' betta and betta
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Flashlights (flashlight)
Neon lights (neon light)
Party rides, all night
Love me right, keep me lookin tight (lookin tight)
So nice (so nice)
That's what I's like
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Oh yeah I'm feelin this one
You remember back in the old school days
You used to have joints like this
and you'd be up in the club dancin like your moms and your pops
Hehe, I know y'all know what I'm talkin about
So we gon' flip it like this, ooh, ooh
[Verse 1]
Before you take me out let's, have a conversation
No touchy touchy cause it might lead to havin relations
Let's get to the point, boy, no abbreviations
Don't wanna give it up too quick, I wanna build up anticipation
[Chorus]
Once you get me will you know how to act
Will you do me right (Ooh, I need to know, I need to know)
Once you get me will you keep my pockets fat
Keep me lookin tight (Ooh, yeah)
[Verse 2]
I wanna give it some time and, get to know eachother
Let's be friends before we think about being lovers
Ain't no need to rush it, if this is forever
If you wait on this love, I promise it'll get mo' betta and betta
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Flashlights (flashlight)
Neon lights (neon light)
Party rides, all night
Love me right, keep me lookin tight (lookin tight)
So nice (so nice)
That's what I's like
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Take Away
[Missy]
You're so incredible
Ever since the day we became, we became.. so personal
Everyday that I spend with you it gets.. unforgettable
Anything that I did with you, I don't.. regret at all
(I love everything about you)
Take away, your gold and platinum chains
(and I'm gonna love you baby)
'Cause I'm gon' love, love you anyway
(I ain't in it for the cheddar baby)
I'm not in it for, for the love of cash
(oh no no, you might go broke, but I'm)
'Cause if you go broke, I gotta make it last
(not goin nowhere, nowhere, nowhere..)
[Ginuwine]
Listen, let's make, it national
I want the whole world to know
I'm with you, and I'm.. in love
Ain't no girl in this world
can fill your shoes, none not at all
The things you do for me is so.. unbelievable
And you can take away all the platinum chains
[Missy] + (Ginuwine)
Take away, your gold and platinum chains
'Cause I'm gon love, love you anyway
(I'ma love you anyway, yes I am)
I'm not in it for, for the love of cash
(I'm only in it for the love of you)
'Cause if you go broke I gotta make it last
(I gotta make it last babyyy)
I just want to be the perfect match
You don't even have to ask..
I just want to be the perfect match
We become so attached..
(we become so attached baby that's all I ask)
I just want to be the perfect match
You don't even have to ask..
I just want to be the perfect match
We become so attached..
(be the perfect match baby, so attached, yeahyeaheyeahhh)
[Computer voice]
Now can you hold me, now can you feel me
Now can you get near me..
For once in your lifetime, for once in your lifetime
Now can you hold me, now can you feel me
Now can you get near me..
For once in your lifetime, for once in your lifetime
[Missy]
Take away, your gold and platinum chains
'Cause I'm gon' love, love you anyway
I'm not in it for, for the love of cash
'Cause if you go broke, I gotta make it last
You're so incredible
Ever since the day we became, we became.. so personal
Everyday that I spend with you it gets.. unforgettable
Anything that I did with you, I don't.. regret at all
(I love everything about you)
Take away, your gold and platinum chains
(and I'm gonna love you baby)
'Cause I'm gon' love, love you anyway
(I ain't in it for the cheddar baby)
I'm not in it for, for the love of cash
(oh no no, you might go broke, but I'm)
'Cause if you go broke, I gotta make it last
(not goin nowhere, nowhere, nowhere..)
[Ginuwine]
Listen, let's make, it national
I want the whole world to know
I'm with you, and I'm.. in love
Ain't no girl in this world
can fill your shoes, none not at all
The things you do for me is so.. unbelievable
And you can take away all the platinum chains
[Missy] + (Ginuwine)
Take away, your gold and platinum chains
'Cause I'm gon love, love you anyway
(I'ma love you anyway, yes I am)
I'm not in it for, for the love of cash
(I'm only in it for the love of you)
'Cause if you go broke I gotta make it last
(I gotta make it last babyyy)
I just want to be the perfect match
You don't even have to ask..
I just want to be the perfect match
We become so attached..
(we become so attached baby that's all I ask)
I just want to be the perfect match
You don't even have to ask..
I just want to be the perfect match
We become so attached..
(be the perfect match baby, so attached, yeahyeaheyeahhh)
[Computer voice]
Now can you hold me, now can you feel me
Now can you get near me..
For once in your lifetime, for once in your lifetime
Now can you hold me, now can you feel me
Now can you get near me..
For once in your lifetime, for once in your lifetime
[Missy]
Take away, your gold and platinum chains
'Cause I'm gon' love, love you anyway
I'm not in it for, for the love of cash
'Cause if you go broke, I gotta make it last
Writer: TIMOTHY MOSLEY, CRAIG BROCKMAN, MISSY ELLIOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
4 My People
Flip da beat
Oh yeah I'm feelin this one
You remember back in the old school days
You used to have joints like this
and you'd be up in the club dancin like your moms and your pops
Hehe, I know y'all know what I'm talkin about
So we gon' flip it like this, ooh, ooh
[Verse 1]
Before you take me out let's, have a conversation
No touchy touchy cause it might lead to havin relations
Let's get to the point, boy, no abbreviations
Don't wanna give it up too quick, I wanna build up anticipation
[Chorus]
Once you get me will you know how to act
Will you do me right (Ooh, I need to know, I need to know)
Once you get me will you keep my pockets fat
Keep me lookin tight (Ooh, yeah)
[Verse 2]
I wanna give it some time and, get to know eachother
Let's be friends before we think about being lovers
Ain't no need to rush it, if this is forever
If you wait on this love, I promise it'll get mo' betta and betta
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Flashlights (flashlight)
Neon lights (neon light)
Party rides, all night
Love me right, keep me lookin tight (lookin tight)
So nice (so nice)
That's what I's like
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Oh yeah I'm feelin this one
You remember back in the old school days
You used to have joints like this
and you'd be up in the club dancin like your moms and your pops
Hehe, I know y'all know what I'm talkin about
So we gon' flip it like this, ooh, ooh
[Verse 1]
Before you take me out let's, have a conversation
No touchy touchy cause it might lead to havin relations
Let's get to the point, boy, no abbreviations
Don't wanna give it up too quick, I wanna build up anticipation
[Chorus]
Once you get me will you know how to act
Will you do me right (Ooh, I need to know, I need to know)
Once you get me will you keep my pockets fat
Keep me lookin tight (Ooh, yeah)
[Verse 2]
I wanna give it some time and, get to know eachother
Let's be friends before we think about being lovers
Ain't no need to rush it, if this is forever
If you wait on this love, I promise it'll get mo' betta and betta
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Flashlights (flashlight)
Neon lights (neon light)
Party rides, all night
Love me right, keep me lookin tight (lookin tight)
So nice (so nice)
That's what I's like
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
4 My People
[Missy]
Uhh, yo
This is for my motherf*cking club heads, you feel me?
AAAAOOW!!
[Missy]
People, gangstas, and pimps and people
Smokin that deeper reefer
Up in the club wit speakers
I had some base and tweeters
DJ is jockin needle
Sweat till I catch a fever
Call me the illest diva
Yo I'm on FIRE!!!!!
People go head and drink up
Get in the club get f*cked up
See me you got get lucked up
Someone to touch your rubber
Show me some love, strip off your clothes, and take off your socks
[Missy]
The party's jumpin, I see something fine
Boy I wanna kiss you, but I'm just too shy
Let me dance with you, let me wear you out
Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out
The music's bangin, way down in my soul
When you dance behind me, I lose all control
Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist
When the music comes on, you take my breath away
[HOOK:]
This is for my people, my party people
This is for my people, my motherf*cking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down
This is for my people, my party people
This is for my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down
[Missy]
I'm at the bar now, and I'm buying drinks
And I got this feeling, and it's all over me
I wanna dance with you, and lick your face
Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy
The vibe is right now, and I'm bout to score
Mr. DJ can you, play this joint once more
Cuz I see the man I want, I want him right away
I'm look him right in his face and say dance with me
[HOOK]
[Missy]
Freak that, come here baby, grab me from the back
Baby you the mack, and you know that
Put the needle on the track skip that, flip that, bring the beat back
Freak that, come here baby, grab me from the back
Baby you the mack, and you know that
Put the needle on the track, skip that, flip that, bring the beat back
Uno... dos... tres...
Uno... dos... tres...
Uno... dos... tres...
Uno... dos... tres...
[Eve]
Can't stand when a nigga f*ckin up my plans
All night liquored up while I'm tryin to dance
Drunk, and his breath stink, freaky with his hands
Cocky with his mouth please like he got a fan
Can't stand when a bitch all in my side
I don't even know her and she all up in my light
Givin me the side eye like she wanna fight
Philly known for boxing bitch better get it right
Can't stand when a DJ f*ckin up the song
Know I'm tryin to shake my ass all night long
Cuttin up the same shit all night long
High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown
Can't stand when it aint jumpin like I want
Bouncer try to stop my fun, take away my blunt
I don't give a f*ck he aint gon' take away my fun
See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run, uh
[HOOK]
Uhh, yo
This is for my motherf*cking club heads, you feel me?
AAAAOOW!!
[Missy]
People, gangstas, and pimps and people
Smokin that deeper reefer
Up in the club wit speakers
I had some base and tweeters
DJ is jockin needle
Sweat till I catch a fever
Call me the illest diva
Yo I'm on FIRE!!!!!
People go head and drink up
Get in the club get f*cked up
See me you got get lucked up
Someone to touch your rubber
Show me some love, strip off your clothes, and take off your socks
[Missy]
The party's jumpin, I see something fine
Boy I wanna kiss you, but I'm just too shy
Let me dance with you, let me wear you out
Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out
The music's bangin, way down in my soul
When you dance behind me, I lose all control
Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist
When the music comes on, you take my breath away
[HOOK:]
This is for my people, my party people
This is for my people, my motherf*cking people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down
This is for my people, my party people
This is for my people, my ecstasy people
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get on down
C'mon, c'mon, get down, get, get on down
[Missy]
I'm at the bar now, and I'm buying drinks
And I got this feeling, and it's all over me
I wanna dance with you, and lick your face
Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy
The vibe is right now, and I'm bout to score
Mr. DJ can you, play this joint once more
Cuz I see the man I want, I want him right away
I'm look him right in his face and say dance with me
[HOOK]
[Missy]
Freak that, come here baby, grab me from the back
Baby you the mack, and you know that
Put the needle on the track skip that, flip that, bring the beat back
Freak that, come here baby, grab me from the back
Baby you the mack, and you know that
Put the needle on the track, skip that, flip that, bring the beat back
Uno... dos... tres...
Uno... dos... tres...
Uno... dos... tres...
Uno... dos... tres...
[Eve]
Can't stand when a nigga f*ckin up my plans
All night liquored up while I'm tryin to dance
Drunk, and his breath stink, freaky with his hands
Cocky with his mouth please like he got a fan
Can't stand when a bitch all in my side
I don't even know her and she all up in my light
Givin me the side eye like she wanna fight
Philly known for boxing bitch better get it right
Can't stand when a DJ f*ckin up the song
Know I'm tryin to shake my ass all night long
Cuttin up the same shit all night long
High 'fore I got there, now my shit is blown
Can't stand when it aint jumpin like I want
Bouncer try to stop my fun, take away my blunt
I don't give a f*ck he aint gon' take away my fun
See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run, uh
[HOOK]
Writer: MELISSA A. ELLIOTT, EVE JEFFERS, DANTE NOLAN, NISAN STEWART
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
Bus-A-Bus Interlude
[Busta Rhymes]
Eh-hee-eh-hehehe, ehehehehe
Yes indeed, YES INDEED out this motherf*cker
Back with the right foot steppin in first
and the left foot steppin in after
I go by the divine attribute, of Bus-A-Bust-Down-Some'n
Otherwise known as Busta-motherf*ckin-Rhymes out this bitch
Yknahmean? Cause when I'm in the spot
[rapping]
I let a bitch start kissin up
And muh'f*ckers love the way that I be pissin up
on muh'f*ckers, muh'f*ckers need to chill, RELAX
What they need to do is listen up, muh'f*ckers
[talking]
So.. as we begin, to get you addicted
to the shit, that's "So Addictive"
Make sure you got your PEOPLES witchu
You know one of your PEOPLES, that stay sober
You know to make sure you get home safely
Cause we about to TAKE IT THERE muh'f*ckers
Miss-E, 'Misdemeanor' Elliott
Sooooooooooooooo ADDICTIVE!
Eh-hee-eh-hehehe, ehehehehe
Yes indeed, YES INDEED out this motherf*cker
Back with the right foot steppin in first
and the left foot steppin in after
I go by the divine attribute, of Bus-A-Bust-Down-Some'n
Otherwise known as Busta-motherf*ckin-Rhymes out this bitch
Yknahmean? Cause when I'm in the spot
[rapping]
I let a bitch start kissin up
And muh'f*ckers love the way that I be pissin up
on muh'f*ckers, muh'f*ckers need to chill, RELAX
What they need to do is listen up, muh'f*ckers
[talking]
So.. as we begin, to get you addicted
to the shit, that's "So Addictive"
Make sure you got your PEOPLES witchu
You know one of your PEOPLES, that stay sober
You know to make sure you get home safely
Cause we about to TAKE IT THERE muh'f*ckers
Miss-E, 'Misdemeanor' Elliott
Sooooooooooooooo ADDICTIVE!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Bus-A-Bus Interlude
[Busta Rhymes]
Eh-hee-eh-hehehe, ehehehehe
Yes indeed, YES INDEED out this motherf*cker
Back with the right foot steppin in first
and the left foot steppin in after
I go by the divine attribute, of Bus-A-Bust-Down-Some'n
Otherwise known as Busta-motherf*ckin-Rhymes out this bitch
Yknahmean? Cause when I'm in the spot
[rapping]
I let a bitch start kissin up
And muh'f*ckers love the way that I be pissin up
on muh'f*ckers, muh'f*ckers need to chill, RELAX
What they need to do is listen up, muh'f*ckers
[talking]
So.. as we begin, to get you addicted
to the shit, that's "So Addictive"
Make sure you got your PEOPLES witchu
You know one of your PEOPLES, that stay sober
You know to make sure you get home safely
Cause we about to TAKE IT THERE muh'f*ckers
Miss-E, 'Misdemeanor' Elliott
Sooooooooooooooo ADDICTIVE!
Eh-hee-eh-hehehe, ehehehehe
Yes indeed, YES INDEED out this motherf*cker
Back with the right foot steppin in first
and the left foot steppin in after
I go by the divine attribute, of Bus-A-Bust-Down-Some'n
Otherwise known as Busta-motherf*ckin-Rhymes out this bitch
Yknahmean? Cause when I'm in the spot
[rapping]
I let a bitch start kissin up
And muh'f*ckers love the way that I be pissin up
on muh'f*ckers, muh'f*ckers need to chill, RELAX
What they need to do is listen up, muh'f*ckers
[talking]
So.. as we begin, to get you addicted
to the shit, that's "So Addictive"
Make sure you got your PEOPLES witchu
You know one of your PEOPLES, that stay sober
You know to make sure you get home safely
Cause we about to TAKE IT THERE muh'f*ckers
Miss-E, 'Misdemeanor' Elliott
Sooooooooooooooo ADDICTIVE!
Writer: TIMOTHY MOSLEY, TIMOTHY Z. MOSLEY, TREVOR SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Whatcha Gon Do
[Timbaland]
Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-DUNN-dun
Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-DUNN-dun
Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-DUNN-dun
Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-DUNN-dun
I be dippin in clubs, girls screamin, "Do you want it Timb?"
Niggaz, playa hatin sayin, "Who the hell is him?"
I'm in the back, gleamin from all that virgin gem
Keep a bunch of pretty models surroundin Timb
I'm over capac'y when it come to makin them beats
Me and Missy makin Y'ALL, move y'all feets
Makin y'all dance and tango, make y'all legs get weak
That's only cause we drop a bunch of heat
That's whatcha gonna expect, comin from my crew
Bunch of dope beats, and a bunch of dope lyrics too
I know that's too much for you to handle dude
Now ask yourself what..
[Chorus: Timbaland]
Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?
[Missy]
When me come in the spot, dem wannn' jock
Dem nasty boy lookin around, with big cocks
Them girls be plottin on how to get the rocks
So I beat that ass to the ground like I'm the cops
AHH, what they gon' say, AHH, don't wan' play
RRR, get 'em in the club, AHH, smokin on hay, HEY
AHH, when I'm in my ride, OH AHH, people walkin by
AH AHH, pistol by my side, B-BRRR, in case dem wan' try
[Chorus]
[Timbaland]
I be gettin in girls clothes, make 'em buy my whole wardrobe
Better get all my dough, pluckin the hair in my nose
It's official I'm a pimp, cause my name glows
If (?) I'm back to the Yugos
[Missy]
Talkin that junk, you get BURRIED
You don't wanna end up in the cemeTARRRRY
Me and Timbaland got tracks that will KILL YOU
Any other hen I got gats that will PEEL YOU
Whatcha gon' say, RRR, whatcha gon' do, RRR
When I'm in the club, RRR, comin for you
I'm just a smooth motherf*cker (aww yeah baby)
(Y'all heard me?!) Ahhh
Whatcha gon' say, RRR, whatcha gon' do, RRR
When I'm in the club, RRR, and comin for you
I'm just a smooth motherf*cker
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-DUNN-dun
Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-DUNN-dun
Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-DUNN-dun
Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-DUNN-dun
I be dippin in clubs, girls screamin, "Do you want it Timb?"
Niggaz, playa hatin sayin, "Who the hell is him?"
I'm in the back, gleamin from all that virgin gem
Keep a bunch of pretty models surroundin Timb
I'm over capac'y when it come to makin them beats
Me and Missy makin Y'ALL, move y'all feets
Makin y'all dance and tango, make y'all legs get weak
That's only cause we drop a bunch of heat
That's whatcha gonna expect, comin from my crew
Bunch of dope beats, and a bunch of dope lyrics too
I know that's too much for you to handle dude
Now ask yourself what..
[Chorus: Timbaland]
Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?
[Missy]
When me come in the spot, dem wannn' jock
Dem nasty boy lookin around, with big cocks
Them girls be plottin on how to get the rocks
So I beat that ass to the ground like I'm the cops
AHH, what they gon' say, AHH, don't wan' play
RRR, get 'em in the club, AHH, smokin on hay, HEY
AHH, when I'm in my ride, OH AHH, people walkin by
AH AHH, pistol by my side, B-BRRR, in case dem wan' try
[Chorus]
[Timbaland]
I be gettin in girls clothes, make 'em buy my whole wardrobe
Better get all my dough, pluckin the hair in my nose
It's official I'm a pimp, cause my name glows
If (?) I'm back to the Yugos
[Missy]
Talkin that junk, you get BURRIED
You don't wanna end up in the cemeTARRRRY
Me and Timbaland got tracks that will KILL YOU
Any other hen I got gats that will PEEL YOU
Whatcha gon' say, RRR, whatcha gon' do, RRR
When I'm in the club, RRR, comin for you
I'm just a smooth motherf*cker (aww yeah baby)
(Y'all heard me?!) Ahhh
Whatcha gon' say, RRR, whatcha gon' do, RRR
When I'm in the club, RRR, and comin for you
I'm just a smooth motherf*cker
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
Writer: MELISSA A. ELLIOTT, FELA ANIKULAPO KUTI
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Whatcha Gon Do
[Busta Rhymes]
Eh-hee-eh-hehehe, ehehehehe
Yes indeed, YES INDEED out this motherf*cker
Back with the right foot steppin in first
and the left foot steppin in after
I go by the divine attribute, of Bus-A-Bust-Down-Some'n
Otherwise known as Busta-motherf*ckin-Rhymes out this bitch
Yknahmean? Cause when I'm in the spot
[rapping]
I let a bitch start kissin up
And muh'f*ckers love the way that I be pissin up
on muh'f*ckers, muh'f*ckers need to chill, RELAX
What they need to do is listen up, muh'f*ckers
[talking]
So.. as we begin, to get you addicted
to the shit, that's "So Addictive"
Make sure you got your PEOPLES witchu
You know one of your PEOPLES, that stay sober
You know to make sure you get home safely
Cause we about to TAKE IT THERE muh'f*ckers
Miss-E, 'Misdemeanor' Elliott
Sooooooooooooooo ADDICTIVE!
Eh-hee-eh-hehehe, ehehehehe
Yes indeed, YES INDEED out this motherf*cker
Back with the right foot steppin in first
and the left foot steppin in after
I go by the divine attribute, of Bus-A-Bust-Down-Some'n
Otherwise known as Busta-motherf*ckin-Rhymes out this bitch
Yknahmean? Cause when I'm in the spot
[rapping]
I let a bitch start kissin up
And muh'f*ckers love the way that I be pissin up
on muh'f*ckers, muh'f*ckers need to chill, RELAX
What they need to do is listen up, muh'f*ckers
[talking]
So.. as we begin, to get you addicted
to the shit, that's "So Addictive"
Make sure you got your PEOPLES witchu
You know one of your PEOPLES, that stay sober
You know to make sure you get home safely
Cause we about to TAKE IT THERE muh'f*ckers
Miss-E, 'Misdemeanor' Elliott
Sooooooooooooooo ADDICTIVE!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Step Off
[Busta Rhymes]
Eh-hee-eh-hehehe, ehehehehe
Yes indeed, YES INDEED out this motherf*cker
Back with the right foot steppin in first
and the left foot steppin in after
I go by the divine attribute, of Bus-A-Bust-Down-Some'n
Otherwise known as Busta-motherf*ckin-Rhymes out this bitch
Yknahmean? Cause when I'm in the spot
[rapping]
I let a bitch start kissin up
And muh'f*ckers love the way that I be pissin up
on muh'f*ckers, muh'f*ckers need to chill, RELAX
What they need to do is listen up, muh'f*ckers
[talking]
So.. as we begin, to get you addicted
to the shit, that's "So Addictive"
Make sure you got your PEOPLES witchu
You know one of your PEOPLES, that stay sober
You know to make sure you get home safely
Cause we about to TAKE IT THERE muh'f*ckers
Miss-E, 'Misdemeanor' Elliott
Sooooooooooooooo ADDICTIVE!
Eh-hee-eh-hehehe, ehehehehe
Yes indeed, YES INDEED out this motherf*cker
Back with the right foot steppin in first
and the left foot steppin in after
I go by the divine attribute, of Bus-A-Bust-Down-Some'n
Otherwise known as Busta-motherf*ckin-Rhymes out this bitch
Yknahmean? Cause when I'm in the spot
[rapping]
I let a bitch start kissin up
And muh'f*ckers love the way that I be pissin up
on muh'f*ckers, muh'f*ckers need to chill, RELAX
What they need to do is listen up, muh'f*ckers
[talking]
So.. as we begin, to get you addicted
to the shit, that's "So Addictive"
Make sure you got your PEOPLES witchu
You know one of your PEOPLES, that stay sober
You know to make sure you get home safely
Cause we about to TAKE IT THERE muh'f*ckers
Miss-E, 'Misdemeanor' Elliott
Sooooooooooooooo ADDICTIVE!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Step Off
I know your not my man
That you belong to someone else (nah)
Now come on in, an shut the door
I make sure you enjoy yourself
If you give me a try, before you deny
I'm still in love wit you
Or maybe obsessed wit you
Aaaoooo
We don't make love no more (umm hmm)
We don't kiss and we hug like we used to (used to)
But I'm still in love with you
Wait
Wait a minute
Now if I drive by your house (house)
And see some bitch in your bed, under the spreads
Giving you.....head
Then I'm gonna turn it out (hhaay)
[Chorus]
I'm the only one who keep you satisfied
And though were not together I remember what you like
So tell them chicks to step off cause I fill your appetite
And I'm the only women who gon do it like you like
(Hey uh)
What part don't you get?
(hey hey)
Even though I'm not your girl anymore
And you don't want me no more
I deserve to know who you sleepin' wit
(ooooh yyeeaah)
Is she better then me? (me me)
Do she cook, do she clean?
Do she sew, do she sting?
Can she do these things?
Cause I...
[Chorus]
I still love ya baby
Makes no difference to me
And I still wantcha baby
Want to be the one you need
The one you call on (umm umm)
Cause I'm the only one that makes you feel good (umm umm)
Sing it to me
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
That you belong to someone else (nah)
Now come on in, an shut the door
I make sure you enjoy yourself
If you give me a try, before you deny
I'm still in love wit you
Or maybe obsessed wit you
Aaaoooo
We don't make love no more (umm hmm)
We don't kiss and we hug like we used to (used to)
But I'm still in love with you
Wait
Wait a minute
Now if I drive by your house (house)
And see some bitch in your bed, under the spreads
Giving you.....head
Then I'm gonna turn it out (hhaay)
[Chorus]
I'm the only one who keep you satisfied
And though were not together I remember what you like
So tell them chicks to step off cause I fill your appetite
And I'm the only women who gon do it like you like
(Hey uh)
What part don't you get?
(hey hey)
Even though I'm not your girl anymore
And you don't want me no more
I deserve to know who you sleepin' wit
(ooooh yyeeaah)
Is she better then me? (me me)
Do she cook, do she clean?
Do she sew, do she sting?
Can she do these things?
Cause I...
[Chorus]
I still love ya baby
Makes no difference to me
And I still wantcha baby
Want to be the one you need
The one you call on (umm umm)
Cause I'm the only one that makes you feel good (umm umm)
Sing it to me
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
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
X-Tasy
[Busta Rhymes]
Eh-hee-eh-hehehe, ehehehehe
Yes indeed, YES INDEED out this motherf*cker
Back with the right foot steppin in first
and the left foot steppin in after
I go by the divine attribute, of Bus-A-Bust-Down-Some'n
Otherwise known as Busta-motherf*ckin-Rhymes out this bitch
Yknahmean? Cause when I'm in the spot
[rapping]
I let a bitch start kissin up
And muh'f*ckers love the way that I be pissin up
on muh'f*ckers, muh'f*ckers need to chill, RELAX
What they need to do is listen up, muh'f*ckers
[talking]
So.. as we begin, to get you addicted
to the shit, that's "So Addictive"
Make sure you got your PEOPLES witchu
You know one of your PEOPLES, that stay sober
You know to make sure you get home safely
Cause we about to TAKE IT THERE muh'f*ckers
Miss-E, 'Misdemeanor' Elliott
Sooooooooooooooo ADDICTIVE!
Eh-hee-eh-hehehe, ehehehehe
Yes indeed, YES INDEED out this motherf*cker
Back with the right foot steppin in first
and the left foot steppin in after
I go by the divine attribute, of Bus-A-Bust-Down-Some'n
Otherwise known as Busta-motherf*ckin-Rhymes out this bitch
Yknahmean? Cause when I'm in the spot
[rapping]
I let a bitch start kissin up
And muh'f*ckers love the way that I be pissin up
on muh'f*ckers, muh'f*ckers need to chill, RELAX
What they need to do is listen up, muh'f*ckers
[talking]
So.. as we begin, to get you addicted
to the shit, that's "So Addictive"
Make sure you got your PEOPLES witchu
You know one of your PEOPLES, that stay sober
You know to make sure you get home safely
Cause we about to TAKE IT THERE muh'f*ckers
Miss-E, 'Misdemeanor' Elliott
Sooooooooooooooo ADDICTIVE!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
X-Tasy
[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]
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]
Writer: TIMOTHY MOSLEY, CHARLENE KEYS, CRAIG BROCKMAN, MISSY ELLIOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Slap! Slap! Slap!
[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 muthaf*cka'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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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
F*ck 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 muthaf*ckin 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
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 muthaf*cka'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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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
F*ck 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 muthaf*ckin 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
Writer: TIMOTHY MOSLEY, SHAWNTAE HARRIS, MISSY ELLIOTT
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
Slap! Slap! Slap!
[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 muthaf*cka'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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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
F*ck 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 muthaf*ckin 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
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 muthaf*cka'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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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
F*ck 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 muthaf*ckin 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
Writer: TIMOTHY MOSLEY, SHAWNTAE HARRIS, MISSY ELLIOTT
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
Ive Changed
Yes I've changed again, baby
Changed.. changed..
Changed, the games, that I, used to play
Play.. leavin when I stay
Woo! Ohhh, ooooh, baby
I've changed - I said that I've changed
I said I've changed - the games, ain't the same
They ain't the same
I've changed - the pressure wasn't greatener
on the, other, siiiiide-ide-ide-ide
[Missy + (Mo)]
Aight aight aight Mo chill (cause I know I've changed)
Yo Mo (I know I've changed, baby I swear I'm changed)
Yo Mo chill (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yo chill, you singin like you
You singin like you in church raisin money (I've changed)
for some choir rows or somethin (I've changed, I've changed)
You changed? I'm bout to change to a new track (ohhh-oooh)
Changed.. changed..
Changed, the games, that I, used to play
Play.. leavin when I stay
Woo! Ohhh, ooooh, baby
I've changed - I said that I've changed
I said I've changed - the games, ain't the same
They ain't the same
I've changed - the pressure wasn't greatener
on the, other, siiiiide-ide-ide-ide
[Missy + (Mo)]
Aight aight aight Mo chill (cause I know I've changed)
Yo Mo (I know I've changed, baby I swear I'm changed)
Yo Mo chill (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yo chill, you singin like you
You singin like you in church raisin money (I've changed)
for some choir rows or somethin (I've changed, I've changed)
You changed? I'm bout to change to a new track (ohhh-oooh)
Writer: CRAIG XAVIER BROCKMAN, MELISSA A. ELLIOTT
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
Ive Changed
[Busta Rhymes]
Eh-hee-eh-hehehe, ehehehehe
Yes indeed, YES INDEED out this motherf*cker
Back with the right foot steppin in first
and the left foot steppin in after
I go by the divine attribute, of Bus-A-Bust-Down-Some'n
Otherwise known as Busta-motherf*ckin-Rhymes out this bitch
Yknahmean? Cause when I'm in the spot
[rapping]
I let a bitch start kissin up
And muh'f*ckers love the way that I be pissin up
on muh'f*ckers, muh'f*ckers need to chill, RELAX
What they need to do is listen up, muh'f*ckers
[talking]
So.. as we begin, to get you addicted
to the shit, that's "So Addictive"
Make sure you got your PEOPLES witchu
You know one of your PEOPLES, that stay sober
You know to make sure you get home safely
Cause we about to TAKE IT THERE muh'f*ckers
Miss-E, 'Misdemeanor' Elliott
Sooooooooooooooo ADDICTIVE!
Eh-hee-eh-hehehe, ehehehehe
Yes indeed, YES INDEED out this motherf*cker
Back with the right foot steppin in first
and the left foot steppin in after
I go by the divine attribute, of Bus-A-Bust-Down-Some'n
Otherwise known as Busta-motherf*ckin-Rhymes out this bitch
Yknahmean? Cause when I'm in the spot
[rapping]
I let a bitch start kissin up
And muh'f*ckers love the way that I be pissin up
on muh'f*ckers, muh'f*ckers need to chill, RELAX
What they need to do is listen up, muh'f*ckers
[talking]
So.. as we begin, to get you addicted
to the shit, that's "So Addictive"
Make sure you got your PEOPLES witchu
You know one of your PEOPLES, that stay sober
You know to make sure you get home safely
Cause we about to TAKE IT THERE muh'f*ckers
Miss-E, 'Misdemeanor' Elliott
Sooooooooooooooo ADDICTIVE!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
One Minute Man (Remix)
Kore kara minna de mechakucha odotte.
Sawagou, sawagou*
headbanga
hit me, hit me
gimme some new shit
gimme some new shit
gimme some new shit
gimme some new shit
[Missy]
Missy be puttin it down
I'm the hottest round
Ill told yall mutha (skurt)
Yall can stop me now
Listen to me now
I'm lastin twenty rounds
And if you want me (nigga)
Then come and get me now (bounce)
Is you with me now (bounce)
The biggie biggie bounce (bounce)
I kno you dig the way i sw..sw...switched ma style
(Holla) People sing around
Now people gather round
Now people jump around
[Chorus]
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha freak on
[2x]
[Missy]
(who's that bitch?) (clean: Is that your chick)
People you know
Me and Timbaland been hot since twenty years ago
What da dilly yo
Now what da drilly yo
If you wanna battle me then (nigga) lemme know
(Holla) Got the feeling son
Lemme throw you some
(maut mujhko**)
People here I come
Now sweat me when I'm done
We got the radio shook like we got a gun
[Chorus]
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha freak on
[2x]
[Missy]
Quiet !!!
Shh, hush yo mouth
Silence when I, spit it out
In yo face
Open yo mouth, Give you a taste
(Holla) Aint no stoppin me
Copywritten so, dont copy me
Yall do it, sloppily
And yall cant come, close to me (yes)
I know you feel me now (yes)
I know you hear me loud (yes)
I scream it loud and proud (yes)
Missy gon blow it down (yes)
People gon play me now (yes)
In and outa town (yes)
Cuz im the best around (yes)
With the crazy style (go)
[Chorus]
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha freak on
[2x]
Ichi ni san shi***
(* Japanese translates to:
Everyone start dancing together wildly now.
Let's make some noise, let's make some noise.)
(** Hindi translates to: death to me)
(*** Japanese translates to: One, two, three, four.)
Sawagou, sawagou*
headbanga
hit me, hit me
gimme some new shit
gimme some new shit
gimme some new shit
gimme some new shit
[Missy]
Missy be puttin it down
I'm the hottest round
Ill told yall mutha (skurt)
Yall can stop me now
Listen to me now
I'm lastin twenty rounds
And if you want me (nigga)
Then come and get me now (bounce)
Is you with me now (bounce)
The biggie biggie bounce (bounce)
I kno you dig the way i sw..sw...switched ma style
(Holla) People sing around
Now people gather round
Now people jump around
[Chorus]
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha freak on
[2x]
[Missy]
(who's that bitch?) (clean: Is that your chick)
People you know
Me and Timbaland been hot since twenty years ago
What da dilly yo
Now what da drilly yo
If you wanna battle me then (nigga) lemme know
(Holla) Got the feeling son
Lemme throw you some
(maut mujhko**)
People here I come
Now sweat me when I'm done
We got the radio shook like we got a gun
[Chorus]
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha freak on
[2x]
[Missy]
Quiet !!!
Shh, hush yo mouth
Silence when I, spit it out
In yo face
Open yo mouth, Give you a taste
(Holla) Aint no stoppin me
Copywritten so, dont copy me
Yall do it, sloppily
And yall cant come, close to me (yes)
I know you feel me now (yes)
I know you hear me loud (yes)
I scream it loud and proud (yes)
Missy gon blow it down (yes)
People gon play me now (yes)
In and outa town (yes)
Cuz im the best around (yes)
With the crazy style (go)
[Chorus]
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcho freak on..(go)
Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha Getcha freak on
[2x]
Ichi ni san shi***
(* Japanese translates to:
Everyone start dancing together wildly now.
Let's make some noise, let's make some noise.)
(** Hindi translates to: death to me)
(*** Japanese translates to: One, two, three, four.)
Writer: David Pomeranz, Timothy Mosley, Chris Bridges, Missy Elliott
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Capitol CMG Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Capitol CMG Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
One Minute Man (Remix)
[Missy]
Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man
Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand
I don't want no minute man
Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH
Ohh, ohh..
Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH
Ohh, ohh..
[Missy]
Boy I'ma make you love me, make you want me
And I'ma give you some attention, tonight
Now follow my intuitions, what you're wishin
See I'ma keep you all night, for a long time
Just start countin the ways
[Chorus]
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no..
[Missy]
Tonight I'ma give it to you, throw it to you
I want you to come prepared, ohhh yeah (oh yes)
Boy it's been a long time, a crazy long time
And I don't want no minute man, and that's real
Give it to me some more
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Fifty grand I get this on one take (Hova)
Look, I'm not tryin to give you love and affection (uh-huh)
I'm tryin to give you sixty seconds of perfection (uh-huh)
I'm tryin to give you cabfare and directions
Get your +Independent+ ass out of here - QUESTION?
I'm not your man, not Ralph Tresvant
Not Ronnie Romance.. no ma
I'm tryin to hit you then put you in the middle of the round
like I'm Roberto Duran.. no mas
Six A.M. another chick in the house (put your hands up)
6:15 another chick kicked you out (put your hands up)
Spend one minute tryin to dig her out
The other fourteen tryin to "put it in her mouth"
The dick too chubby, too much'll make you love me
Now be a nice wifey and run home to your hubby
Cause we, both knowin what we doin is wrong
Don't forget to put your ring back on {*quiet laughter*}
[Missy]
Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man
Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand
I don't want no minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break-break me off, break break me off
Break break me off, show me what you got
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, break break me off
Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man
Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand
I don't want no minute man
Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH
Ohh, ohh..
Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH
Ohh, ohh..
[Missy]
Boy I'ma make you love me, make you want me
And I'ma give you some attention, tonight
Now follow my intuitions, what you're wishin
See I'ma keep you all night, for a long time
Just start countin the ways
[Chorus]
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no..
[Missy]
Tonight I'ma give it to you, throw it to you
I want you to come prepared, ohhh yeah (oh yes)
Boy it's been a long time, a crazy long time
And I don't want no minute man, and that's real
Give it to me some more
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Fifty grand I get this on one take (Hova)
Look, I'm not tryin to give you love and affection (uh-huh)
I'm tryin to give you sixty seconds of perfection (uh-huh)
I'm tryin to give you cabfare and directions
Get your +Independent+ ass out of here - QUESTION?
I'm not your man, not Ralph Tresvant
Not Ronnie Romance.. no ma
I'm tryin to hit you then put you in the middle of the round
like I'm Roberto Duran.. no mas
Six A.M. another chick in the house (put your hands up)
6:15 another chick kicked you out (put your hands up)
Spend one minute tryin to dig her out
The other fourteen tryin to "put it in her mouth"
The dick too chubby, too much'll make you love me
Now be a nice wifey and run home to your hubby
Cause we, both knowin what we doin is wrong
Don't forget to put your ring back on {*quiet laughter*}
[Missy]
Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man
Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand
I don't want no minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break-break me off, break break me off
Break break me off, show me what you got
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, break break me off
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Im Movin On
[Missy]
Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man
Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand
I don't want no minute man
Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH
Ohh, ohh..
Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH
Ohh, ohh..
[Missy]
Boy I'ma make you love me, make you want me
And I'ma give you some attention, tonight
Now follow my intuitions, what you're wishin
See I'ma keep you all night, for a long time
Just start countin the ways
[Chorus]
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no..
[Missy]
Tonight I'ma give it to you, throw it to you
I want you to come prepared, ohhh yeah (oh yes)
Boy it's been a long time, a crazy long time
And I don't want no minute man, and that's real
Give it to me some more
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Fifty grand I get this on one take (Hova)
Look, I'm not tryin to give you love and affection (uh-huh)
I'm tryin to give you sixty seconds of perfection (uh-huh)
I'm tryin to give you cabfare and directions
Get your +Independent+ ass out of here - QUESTION?
I'm not your man, not Ralph Tresvant
Not Ronnie Romance.. no ma
I'm tryin to hit you then put you in the middle of the round
like I'm Roberto Duran.. no mas
Six A.M. another chick in the house (put your hands up)
6:15 another chick kicked you out (put your hands up)
Spend one minute tryin to dig her out
The other fourteen tryin to "put it in her mouth"
The dick too chubby, too much'll make you love me
Now be a nice wifey and run home to your hubby
Cause we, both knowin what we doin is wrong
Don't forget to put your ring back on {*quiet laughter*}
[Missy]
Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man
Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand
I don't want no minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break-break me off, break break me off
Break break me off, show me what you got
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, break break me off
Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man
Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand
I don't want no minute man
Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH
Ohh, ohh..
Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH
Ohh, ohh..
[Missy]
Boy I'ma make you love me, make you want me
And I'ma give you some attention, tonight
Now follow my intuitions, what you're wishin
See I'ma keep you all night, for a long time
Just start countin the ways
[Chorus]
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no..
[Missy]
Tonight I'ma give it to you, throw it to you
I want you to come prepared, ohhh yeah (oh yes)
Boy it's been a long time, a crazy long time
And I don't want no minute man, and that's real
Give it to me some more
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Fifty grand I get this on one take (Hova)
Look, I'm not tryin to give you love and affection (uh-huh)
I'm tryin to give you sixty seconds of perfection (uh-huh)
I'm tryin to give you cabfare and directions
Get your +Independent+ ass out of here - QUESTION?
I'm not your man, not Ralph Tresvant
Not Ronnie Romance.. no ma
I'm tryin to hit you then put you in the middle of the round
like I'm Roberto Duran.. no mas
Six A.M. another chick in the house (put your hands up)
6:15 another chick kicked you out (put your hands up)
Spend one minute tryin to dig her out
The other fourteen tryin to "put it in her mouth"
The dick too chubby, too much'll make you love me
Now be a nice wifey and run home to your hubby
Cause we, both knowin what we doin is wrong
Don't forget to put your ring back on {*quiet laughter*}
[Missy]
Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man
Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand
I don't want no minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break-break me off, break break me off
Break break me off, show me what you got
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, break break me off
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Im Movin On
[Missy]
See, I had to make a record that
Give thanks to my Lord Savior in Jesus Christ
A lot of people are quick to criticize me
for the kind of music I sing but
See they don't change the belief
hat I have an God, yaknowhatI'msayin?
Cause when my friends forsake me
who's there to listen to me without complaining?
Nobody but Him, uhhh
[singing]
Please don't judge me
Cause I'm not perfect (I'm not perfect)
And please don't judge me if I'm not in church on Sunday
I'm movin' (I'm movin' on)
And I'm pressin' (I'm pressin' on)
To the other way (To the other way)
Ohhhh (to, higher, ground)
I'm pressin' (I'm movin' on)
I'm movin' (I'm pressin' on, yea)
Tooooo (to the other way)
(to, higher, ground)
See, I had to make a record that
Give thanks to my Lord Savior in Jesus Christ
A lot of people are quick to criticize me
for the kind of music I sing but
See they don't change the belief
hat I have an God, yaknowhatI'msayin?
Cause when my friends forsake me
who's there to listen to me without complaining?
Nobody but Him, uhhh
[singing]
Please don't judge me
Cause I'm not perfect (I'm not perfect)
And please don't judge me if I'm not in church on Sunday
I'm movin' (I'm movin' on)
And I'm pressin' (I'm pressin' on)
To the other way (To the other way)
Ohhhh (to, higher, ground)
I'm pressin' (I'm movin' on)
I'm movin' (I'm pressin' on, yea)
Tooooo (to the other way)
(to, higher, ground)
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Higher Ground
Mmmhmmmm.. mmmmmm..
Ohh yea yea yea
Ohhhh.. mmmm-mmmhmmmm
I'm movin.. higher ground..
(Ohh) I'm movin on (mmhmm) can't nothin stop me now
(Mmm-yeah) I'm pressin on (higher ground) to higher ground
(MMMM!) Each step I take (oooooh) is a new dawning of
(Ohh, oh-ohh) A brand new day (higher ground) for higher ground
Obstacles and situations, people places and things
I must overcome, cause there's a battle to be won
With my mind set on higher things
These things have become my footstool
I'm determined to reach my goal
I need peace for my soul
(Ohh) I'm movin on (that's why I'm movin on) can't nothin stop me now
(I'm pressin on) I'm pressin on (to higher ground) to higher ground
(MMMM!) Each step I take (each step I take) is a new dawning of
(For my higher place) A brand new day
(On my higher ground) for higher ground
I'm pressin on, the upward way
Brand new heights I'm gaining, eeeeeveryday
No higher place, that I really have found
(Lord plant my feet on) plant my feet on (On higher ground)
Forgetting what (forgetting what, is already behind me)
Is alread be, ohhhh-oooooh-ohhhhohwhoahhhhh
(I'm moving forward) Moving yahyeahh (for what's ahead)
I'm moving on.. can't nothin stop me now (nothing's gonna stop me)
I'm pressing on.. to higher ground (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Each step I take (ohhhh hohhhh) is a new dawning of (yes it is)
A brand new day (yeahhhh) for higher ground
The race is not given to the swift
Nor the battle to the strong only
But instead (??? ???)
But we gotta stay strong and fight on
Sometimes you feel like your foot might slip
Cause it's too much goin on
Just realize your goal is greater than your struggle
Just hold on and be strong
I'm moving on.. (I'm moving on) can't nothin stop me now
(nothing, no-no-no)
I'm pressing on.. (ooohooohooh) to higher ground (oahhyeahyeahh)
Each step I take (oh is the dawning of a new day)
Is the new dawning of (???)
A brand new day (yeahhyeahh) for higher ground
I'm moving on.. can't nothin stop me now
I'm pressing on.. to higher ground
Each step I take.. is a new dawning of
A brand new day.. for higher ground
Be strong, and fight on
But by all means, keeeeeeeeeeep moving
[Missy] I'm a witness (I'm a witness) for Jesus (nobody but Jesus)
[Missy] When I was down, and no one was there
[Missy] He picked me up, and he carried me
[Missy] I'm a witness (I'm a witness) for Jesus (nobody but Jesus)
[Missy] When I was down, and no one was there
[Missy] He picked me up, and he carried me
Ohh yea yea yea
Ohhhh.. mmmm-mmmhmmmm
I'm movin.. higher ground..
(Ohh) I'm movin on (mmhmm) can't nothin stop me now
(Mmm-yeah) I'm pressin on (higher ground) to higher ground
(MMMM!) Each step I take (oooooh) is a new dawning of
(Ohh, oh-ohh) A brand new day (higher ground) for higher ground
Obstacles and situations, people places and things
I must overcome, cause there's a battle to be won
With my mind set on higher things
These things have become my footstool
I'm determined to reach my goal
I need peace for my soul
(Ohh) I'm movin on (that's why I'm movin on) can't nothin stop me now
(I'm pressin on) I'm pressin on (to higher ground) to higher ground
(MMMM!) Each step I take (each step I take) is a new dawning of
(For my higher place) A brand new day
(On my higher ground) for higher ground
I'm pressin on, the upward way
Brand new heights I'm gaining, eeeeeveryday
No higher place, that I really have found
(Lord plant my feet on) plant my feet on (On higher ground)
Forgetting what (forgetting what, is already behind me)
Is alread be, ohhhh-oooooh-ohhhhohwhoahhhhh
(I'm moving forward) Moving yahyeahh (for what's ahead)
I'm moving on.. can't nothin stop me now (nothing's gonna stop me)
I'm pressing on.. to higher ground (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Each step I take (ohhhh hohhhh) is a new dawning of (yes it is)
A brand new day (yeahhhh) for higher ground
The race is not given to the swift
Nor the battle to the strong only
But instead (??? ???)
But we gotta stay strong and fight on
Sometimes you feel like your foot might slip
Cause it's too much goin on
Just realize your goal is greater than your struggle
Just hold on and be strong
I'm moving on.. (I'm moving on) can't nothin stop me now
(nothing, no-no-no)
I'm pressing on.. (ooohooohooh) to higher ground (oahhyeahyeahh)
Each step I take (oh is the dawning of a new day)
Is the new dawning of (???)
A brand new day (yeahhyeahh) for higher ground
I'm moving on.. can't nothin stop me now
I'm pressing on.. to higher ground
Each step I take.. is a new dawning of
A brand new day.. for higher ground
Be strong, and fight on
But by all means, keeeeeeeeeeep moving
[Missy] I'm a witness (I'm a witness) for Jesus (nobody but Jesus)
[Missy] When I was down, and no one was there
[Missy] He picked me up, and he carried me
[Missy] I'm a witness (I'm a witness) for Jesus (nobody but Jesus)
[Missy] When I was down, and no one was there
[Missy] He picked me up, and he carried me
Writer: TIMOTHY MOSLEY, CRAIG BROCKMAN, KIM BURRELL, MISSY ELLIOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Higher Ground
Mmmhmmmm.. mmmmmm..
Ohh yea yea yea
Ohhhh.. mmmm-mmmhmmmm
I'm movin.. higher ground..
(Ohh) I'm movin on (mmhmm) can't nothin stop me now
(Mmm-yeah) I'm pressin on (higher ground) to higher ground
(MMMM!) Each step I take (oooooh) is a new dawning of
(Ohh, oh-ohh) A brand new day (higher ground) for higher ground
Obstacles and situations, people places and things
I must overcome, cause there's a battle to be won
With my mind set on higher things
These things have become my footstool
I'm determined to reach my goal
I need peace for my soul
(Ohh) I'm movin on (that's why I'm movin on) can't nothin stop me now
(I'm pressin on) I'm pressin on (to higher ground) to higher ground
(MMMM!) Each step I take (each step I take) is a new dawning of
(For my higher place) A brand new day
(On my higher ground) for higher ground
I'm pressin on, the upward way
Brand new heights I'm gaining, eeeeeveryday
No higher place, that I really have found
(Lord plant my feet on) plant my feet on (On higher ground)
Forgetting what (forgetting what, is already behind me)
Is alread be, ohhhh-oooooh-ohhhhohwhoahhhhh
(I'm moving forward) Moving yahyeahh (for what's ahead)
I'm moving on.. can't nothin stop me now (nothing's gonna stop me)
I'm pressing on.. to higher ground (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Each step I take (ohhhh hohhhh) is a new dawning of (yes it is)
A brand new day (yeahhhh) for higher ground
The race is not given to the swift
Nor the battle to the strong only
But instead (??? ???)
But we gotta stay strong and fight on
Sometimes you feel like your foot might slip
Cause it's too much goin on
Just realize your goal is greater than your struggle
Just hold on and be strong
I'm moving on.. (I'm moving on) can't nothin stop me now
(nothing, no-no-no)
I'm pressing on.. (ooohooohooh) to higher ground (oahhyeahyeahh)
Each step I take (oh is the dawning of a new day)
Is the new dawning of (???)
A brand new day (yeahhyeahh) for higher ground
I'm moving on.. can't nothin stop me now
I'm pressing on.. to higher ground
Each step I take.. is a new dawning of
A brand new day.. for higher ground
Be strong, and fight on
But by all means, keeeeeeeeeeep moving
[Missy] I'm a witness (I'm a witness) for Jesus (nobody but Jesus)
[Missy] When I was down, and no one was there
[Missy] He picked me up, and he carried me
[Missy] I'm a witness (I'm a witness) for Jesus (nobody but Jesus)
[Missy] When I was down, and no one was there
[Missy] He picked me up, and he carried me
Ohh yea yea yea
Ohhhh.. mmmm-mmmhmmmm
I'm movin.. higher ground..
(Ohh) I'm movin on (mmhmm) can't nothin stop me now
(Mmm-yeah) I'm pressin on (higher ground) to higher ground
(MMMM!) Each step I take (oooooh) is a new dawning of
(Ohh, oh-ohh) A brand new day (higher ground) for higher ground
Obstacles and situations, people places and things
I must overcome, cause there's a battle to be won
With my mind set on higher things
These things have become my footstool
I'm determined to reach my goal
I need peace for my soul
(Ohh) I'm movin on (that's why I'm movin on) can't nothin stop me now
(I'm pressin on) I'm pressin on (to higher ground) to higher ground
(MMMM!) Each step I take (each step I take) is a new dawning of
(For my higher place) A brand new day
(On my higher ground) for higher ground
I'm pressin on, the upward way
Brand new heights I'm gaining, eeeeeveryday
No higher place, that I really have found
(Lord plant my feet on) plant my feet on (On higher ground)
Forgetting what (forgetting what, is already behind me)
Is alread be, ohhhh-oooooh-ohhhhohwhoahhhhh
(I'm moving forward) Moving yahyeahh (for what's ahead)
I'm moving on.. can't nothin stop me now (nothing's gonna stop me)
I'm pressing on.. to higher ground (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Each step I take (ohhhh hohhhh) is a new dawning of (yes it is)
A brand new day (yeahhhh) for higher ground
The race is not given to the swift
Nor the battle to the strong only
But instead (??? ???)
But we gotta stay strong and fight on
Sometimes you feel like your foot might slip
Cause it's too much goin on
Just realize your goal is greater than your struggle
Just hold on and be strong
I'm moving on.. (I'm moving on) can't nothin stop me now
(nothing, no-no-no)
I'm pressing on.. (ooohooohooh) to higher ground (oahhyeahyeahh)
Each step I take (oh is the dawning of a new day)
Is the new dawning of (???)
A brand new day (yeahhyeahh) for higher ground
I'm moving on.. can't nothin stop me now
I'm pressing on.. to higher ground
Each step I take.. is a new dawning of
A brand new day.. for higher ground
Be strong, and fight on
But by all means, keeeeeeeeeeep moving
[Missy] I'm a witness (I'm a witness) for Jesus (nobody but Jesus)
[Missy] When I was down, and no one was there
[Missy] He picked me up, and he carried me
[Missy] I'm a witness (I'm a witness) for Jesus (nobody but Jesus)
[Missy] When I was down, and no one was there
[Missy] He picked me up, and he carried me
Writer: TIMOTHY MOSLEY, CRAIG BROCKMAN, KIM BURRELL, MISSY ELLIOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC