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Work It Work It DJ please Pick up your phone I'm on the request line This is a Missy Elliott one time exclusive Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it It's (I put thing down, flip and reverse it)Backwards If you got a big (elephant), let me search it To find out how hard I gotta work ya It's (I put thing down, flip and reverse it)Backwards I'd like to get to know ya, so I can show ya Put the pussy on ya, like I told ya Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya Your girl acting stank than call me ova Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa Call before you come, I need to shave my chocha You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha Go downtown and eat it like a vulcha See my hips and my tips don't cha See my ass and my lips don't cha Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya This the kinda beat that go bha ta ta Ra ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta Sex me so good I say blah blah blah Work it, I need a glass of wata Boy oh boy its good to know ya If you're a fly gyal, then get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy lift it up, lets make a toasta Lets get drunk, its gon bring us closa Don't I look like a HalleBerry posta? See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya Girlfriend wanna be like me neva You won't find a bitch that's even betta I make it hot as Las Vegas weatha Listen up close while I take you backwards (Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards)Backwards I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want I love your braids and your mouth full of fonts Love the way my ass bump bump bump bump bump bump Keep your eyes on my bump bump bump bump bump And think you can handle this ga dunk ga dunk dunk Take my thong off and my ass go boom Cut the lights off so you see what I can do Boys, boys, all type of boys Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys thanga thang, thanga thang Girls, girls, get that cash If its not a foul shakin that ass Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang Just make sure you ahead of tha game Just cuz I got a lot of fame supa Prince couldn't get me change my name howpa Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no se Picture black sayin oh yesa massa Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor Minute man big red can outlast ya Who is the best, I don't have to ask ya When I come out, you won't even matta Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh So you act dumb like ughhh, duh And the drummer boy go pa rum pum pum pum Give ya some some, some of this in a bun To my fellas, ooooh Good God, I like the way you work that (scratching) To my ladies, woo You sure know how to work that, good God... Missy Elliott |
X-Tasy 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 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 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 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 ahhh) Ecstaacyy, everybody jump in and do something Feel so free, I feel like making love to you So what you wanna do? (Ahhh ahhhh ahhh) Missy Elliott |
You Don't Know You Don't Know (Feat. Lil' Mo) Missy: Now see, the one thing I like about the niggas Is that they can fess up to one of they boys That they been sleepin' wit' the same chick, and laugh about it But see, a woman, could never admit to another woman That she been sleepin' wit' her man Cuz if that ever happened to me I would call your house and be like, yo Don't you gotta man Why you ****in' wit' mine See, I been through bad times Get yo' mind off mines You must be lonely Why you messin' wit' me But it won't be easy To get my baby Missy & Lil' Mo: You don't know who you messin' with Most of them leave with they car doors bent I'm so pissed, you gon' make me flip I'mma teach you not to touch my shit Above While: Missy: Hello? Mo: Hello? Missy: Who dis? Mo: It's Mo Missy: For Real? Mo: Hello? Lil' Mo: I be callin' his house, when you're not around Don't make me warn you, you know how I get down, down Somebody told me, but I ain't trippin' off you, no If you were doing your thang, he'd still be wit' you While: Mo: Hello? Missy: You know who this is bitch, heh, yeah Mo: Yo, who dis for real, man, hello? Missy: You know who it is Lil' Mo: I can't believe you would ever do that Can't you show me some respect Is it cuz you jus' a reject Gotta keep your ass in check While: Mo: Hello? Missy: Hello? Mo: What Missy: Yo who dis for real, man Mo: Yo, this is Mo', this is Mo Missy: You playin' a little bit too much, you knowumsayin'? Mo: Yo, this ain't no game This is not a game Missy: Oh, ok Mo: Yeah, what? Missy: You on some real bullshit now You know, you know what? Why don't you just come to my house, bitch, you know? Mo: Yeah, I come through, yo, where you live at? Missy: Ask your nigga where I stay at Mo: Please, he ain't got nutin' to do with this Missy: He know Mo: He ain't got nutin' to do with this Missy: He know Ask him where I live at, aight? Mo: You on that same stuff you was on last year When I hadda come through there last year, what And I'd do it again, cuz I want, I, I got comin Missy: You ain't keepin nutin' in check And keep him from around my house, bitch Mo: Please, I'mma beat that ass, you know I will Missy: You don't know who you messin' with Most of them leave with their car doors bent Blow out you like I'mma air vent I'ma teach you not to touch my shit While: Missy: Hello? Mo: Trick, you know who this is, dont' front Missy: Yeah, I'mma teach you not to touch my shit Missy - Timbaland: You done took it too far (Uh oh) I'mma hop in my car and I'mma you up bitch You done took it too far (Uh oh) I'mma hop in my car and I'mma you up bitch You done took it too far (Uh oh) I'mma hop in my car and I'mma you up bitch You done took it too far (Uh oh) Lil' Mo: Cuz I'm that chick yo, that same chick But I ain't wit' playin' that game shit Start callin' that name shit And I'ma get on that same shit That new shit, that call your crew shit That what you wanna do shit That boy is yours, keep that nigga Beat my ass? Prove it Missy: You been suckin' his dick Tastin' my clit Just a side chick, on the side bitch I'm the prize bitch, keep it silent Don't make me violent You be dialin' 911 to tell the family Lil' Mo: Around yo' crew, you's a bad bitch Yo ass be talkin' mad ish Toe to toe shoot the five Girl you get yo ass kicked What you think I'm gaming? Shit is real, I aint playin (No more "Have My Baby") Yo, I got yo' moms prayin Missy: It's gonna get risky **** wit' Missy I'mma shoot you where your ribs be So you can feel me Ain't it real B? And you filthy and you mildy Not appealin', drum roll Timbaland: Uh oh, heh heh heh You done done it now Uh oh, you done done it now She's mad, what She's mad, I'mma let them two girls fight While I'm out... Missy Elliott |
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