Missy Elliott Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics ) - Sayfa 3

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 23:11

Dats What I'm Talkin About

(Feat. R Kelly)

Missy:
Uhhhh
Ahhhh!

Have you ever been in the mind of a virgin?
It gets hot and curious (And ooaa)
Well let me take you there
Are you ready, boy?
Come on baby, strap up, cause it might get serious (uh ooaa)
Now there will be some heat and some friction
Don't get alarmed cause I'll put ice just to chill the night (I'm just being polite)
And I want to see if you're into it
Intimate kisses and huggings so sentiment (ohhh)
With you I might wanna spend my life

You make the freak come up out me
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
Go 'head like it's my birthday
Dat dats what I'm talking bout
You make me say oooaa 'til I can't speak
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
Baby dat-dats what I'm talking bout
Dat dats what I'm talkin' bout

You don't know just what you do, yea
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
When I'm rocking, slow dance with you
Dat-dats what I'm talking bout
Cause you put chills on my arm when we kiss, yea
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
Baby that-that's what I'm talking bout
Dat dats what I'm talking bout..
Alright

R. Kelly:
Now all I wanna do is, baby
Is make your dove cry and make your body scream like
Aaahhh
Bet your bottem dollar
Can make you believe that you can fly (Yea)
Well, one hit of this sex weed
Guaranteed to get you high
Like a mutha for ya (No, baby)
You won't even know what day it is
Cause after I come from downtown
Girl I'ma wanna go another round, yea
Until you tell me carrisley stop
Put it like this
It's like fresh up out the kitchen
The way I got your oven so hot, mama
I'ma hit from the back, and the front, then the side, then bounce it up
And down like this
And baby, everyone gonna say you're a pimp
Cause I'ma have ya walking with a limp

You make the freak come up out me
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
Go 'head like it's my birthday
Dat dats what I'm talking bout
You make me say oooaa! 'til I can't speak
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
Baby dat dats what I'm talking bout
Dat dats what I'm talking bout

You don't know just what you do, yea
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
When I'm rocking, slow dance with you
Dat-dats what I'm talking bout
Cause you put chills on my arm when we kiss, yea
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
Baby dat dats what I'm talking bout
Dat dats what I'm talking bout

Missy:
Sex me, like me
Kiss me, hold me
Touch me, feel me
Do me baby, yea

Cause
Sex me, like me
Kiss me, hold me
Touch me, feel me
Do me baby, yea
(R. Kelly: This is the greatest bridge I ever heard)

Alright

Yea, Fo shizzle my nizzle
You sho nuff the dizzle
And that's on the rizzle, ooo
Boy, you feel me sizzle (feel me sizzle)
So sweet helped me do almost anything...

Missy Elliott

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 23:13

Dog In Heat

Gimme that funk, mmm
Funk, mmm yo gimme that
Funk sho' nuff that
Funk

Yo, yo
Beware of the dogs, off the chain
**** 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 ****in 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 ****ed up, with one pump on
Get stomped on, I take the money and run
I'm a dog, shit I **** 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

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

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

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

Yo yo I wanna gangsta Boogie with my gansta 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 ****in 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

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...

Missy Elliott

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 23:14

Don't Be Comming (In My Face)

You never know a good thing till I'm gone
You spending many, many nights home alone
You won't be seing me around your way
No, No
And if you don't get it together
Baby I can't stay

Don't be commin' in my face
Tryin to tell me you love me
You shoulda thought once or twice
Sacrifice and make it right
It's the thing that you do
Make me not love you
Go this way and you'll see
Get no other love like me

You never know I'm for real till I leave
And when I pack up my clothes don't be calling me
You won't be seing me
Anymore
No, no
Cause when I'm long, long gone
I won't be back in this door

To my east side people to my west side
To all my bitches who sat home crying
Over these niggas and over these fellows
Shake em off like Jello
To my east side people to my west side
To all my bitches who sat home crying
Over these niggas and over these fellows
Shake em off like Jello

I used to stick closer to your side then a beeper
Till you smoked that cheaper reefer
Now you loony as fita, cheddar
Don't say a word
Yep I got tha word
Yeah I heard it from a little bird
Now I'm out the door
My four four
You don't know?
Get your bags and your things take the door
Don't take this shit no more
When you leave
You can leave out the back door

Missy Talking:
****er
Stupid niggas
Who always think they can play somebody
Ya'll know who ya'll are
Tryin to run about 3-4-5 women at one time
Now you wanna come back all in our faces
Tellin me how much you love me and all that bullshit
Whatever man
**** you
Alright, I'm out...

Missy Elliott

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 23:16

Don't Be Cruel

Beenie Man:
zaga, zaganaga, U hear she moans? Boom
(come on)

Missy Elliott:
Aye yo Monica, won't U help me and Timb change dis shit up again, yea, hit'em

Monica:
Ooh u turn me on, so boy don't lye
I will never share you with no other bitches so don't try
U all I want, like when Prince made doves cry
And all I'm sayin to U is dont be cruel

Missy:
Yo baby pop, yea U, come and give me a kiss
Betta make it fast, or else I'm gonna get pissed
Don't U hear the music pumpin' hard, like I wish U would
Now push it (aww), push it, push it real good

Monica:
Don't get me wrong, that's just me,
I just want U to be all U can be like in the army,
Don't try to play me boy cuz I'm nobody's fool
And all I'm sayin' to U is don't be cruel

Missy:
Yo baby pop, yea U, come and give me a kiss
Betta make it fast, or else I'm gonna get pissed
Don't U hear the music pumpin' hard, like I wish U would
Now push it (aww), push it, push it real good

Talking Missy:
Now, now, now wait a minute ya'll,
this is for all the fly sexy people,
so when I say get out on the floor,
go to the floor,
dance I said

Beenie Man:
Gala
(yea)
Run to me one and only bed,
(yea)
Run man, run get ya rag
(yea)
Girls if ya holla give me head,
Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now
(yea)
Run to me one and only bed,
(yea)
Run man, run get ya rag
(yea)
never know me ever like that
Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now

Beenie Man:
Drop dem shings and let's get busy girl,
Hold on tight and don't get dizzy girl
Sorry for ya dizzy, got me on I be fizzy or a kizzy,
Just woke up in my bedroom wizzy,
While ya on break let yo kitty air,
Like magic song at 3rd, like a pier
Girl U bout to explode ya frontier
Cuz I got to direct this, a poonany engineer
See ya kno ya can olly wa
Early heard I came here wit cha,
Don't be mockin,ya not ordering me chalk
U got to learn a lesson, not a walk in the park, yo
Let's show'em how to punk dem out
Max'em out like mercurtic kwa
I'm talkin bout let me date me a frog
Burn U a ?

Beenie Man:
Gala
(yea)
Run to me one and only bed,
(yea)
Run man, run get ya rag
(yea)
Girls if ya holla give me head,
Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now
(yea)
Run to me one and only bed,
(yea)
Run man, run get ya rag
(yea)
every last said
Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now

Missy:
Yo baby pop, yea U come and give me a kiss
Betta make it fast, or else I'm gonna get pissed
Don't U hear the music pumpin' hard, like I wish U would
Now push it (aww), push it, push it real good...

Missy Elliott

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 23:18

Friendly Skies

(Feat. Ginuwine)

Missy:
Yeah
A little slow jam

Kiss me Hold me
The weatherman says it's gonna be
Cold tonight
Whatever man
Whatever whatever whatever whatever whatever
Whatever man you wanna do
I'll be the pilot
Don't miss your flight

I'm stewardess of the plane
Feel the turbulence and maintain
Please refrain stay in your seats
Until we reach the game

I'm stewardess of the plane
Feel the turbulence and maintain
Please refrain stay in your seats

Ginuwine:
Take me higher
Let's just go for a little
Joy Ride
Whatever man
Whatever whatever whatever whatever
Let's stay
Buckled up
And let's make love
Across the friendly skies

I'm passenger of this plane
I feel the turbulence I maintain
I will refrain Stay in my seat
Till I reach the game

I'm passenger of this plane
I feel the turbulence I maintain
I will refrain
I stay in my seat

I want you (I want you)
Baby, I want you (Baby you know I want)
I really really wanna (****) you
Sho nuff wanna (****) you

I want you
Yes I do (I want you)
Baby Baby, I want you
(I know you know what I want)
I really really wanna (****) you
I really wanna (****) you
Sho nuff wanna (****) you
Sho nuff wanna

Is there anything that you want
Is there anything that you need
Call on me (Ginuwine)
Call on me (Ginuwine)

Is there anything that you want
Is there anything that you crave
Call on me (Ginuwine)

Cuz I'm a passenger of your plane
Yeah

Electronic Voice:
Missy fly with me
Missy fly with me, fly with me
Missy drive with me
Missy drive with me, drive with me...

Missy Elliott

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 23:19

Funky Fresh Dressed

(Feat. Ms. Jade)

Intro Missy:
This is a Misdemeanor exclusive
If your radio is experiencing any kind of difficulties
Turn the volume up
Yes, turn the volume up
Yes, turn the volume up
This is an exclusive (Turn the volume up)

Missy:
It's very necessary, on the contray
No you do not scare me, is you drinkin' Bloody Mary?
But shit, you betta hurry, before I have to bury
My attitude is bitchy, cuz my period is heavy
I used to drive a Chevy, put twenties on that baby
My nigga was the shit, but then that stupid nigga left me
And now I'm lovin' Larry, but Larry go with Terri
And Terri is a freak, but it's his baby she will carry
The life he live's a fairy, cartoon like "Tom and Jerry"
My flow is legendary and your style is temporary
Yeah, you need to worry, like Jason, it gets scary
The words that I spit don't fit in that category
Is my vision blurry? My speech is very slurry
Me without Tim is like Jamaicans with no curry
And yes, it's necessary, so hurry, nigga, hurry
Cuz when this album drops, you whack MC's will all get burried

Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)
Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)
Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)
Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)

Missy:
Your style's very crummy, that's why you have no money
You always looking bummy, I don't care if you don't love me
Don't try to come before me, unless you are a dummy
Repeat, you'll lose your teeth and I would hate to call you gummy
Rainy or sunny, battle no way, honey
This is not a game of Hide and Seek, go call ya mummy
It's about get so ugly, and I'ma keep y'all runninHiding from me, cuz you know you are weak
You ain't sayin' nothin', I keep it jumpin' jumpinIn your Kenwoods, I'm bumpin' sumthin' in ya trunk'n
You can say I'm buggin', cuz when I come out bustin
That's why y'all be discussin' who I like and who I'm ****in

BreakTimbaland:
C'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon
Fickidy, uh, uh, uh
C'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon

Ms. Jade:
I had a little homie named Paul Revere
Smokes blunt after blunt, guzzled 40's of beer
He used to swear up and down every first of the year
He was gon' quit smokin', but he never did
Watch y'all huskey, it's about that time
Gettin' ready for the club 'round quarter til' nine
Couple bottles of hypnotic in the back of the ride
Might spit like a girl, but I hit like a guy
Me and Missy ballin' up the avenue
Funky fresh dressed to impress, we mackin' dudes
Music biz only reason I ain't jackin fools
You know bullshit walk and stackin' rules
Shit keeps drawin', the streets keep callin
Drink til' I'm nice and uh, uh uh, on'n
I'm bad luck, y'all mad cuz y'all suck
Please do not try to **** with young buck
Please do not try to **** with young buck...

Missy Elliott

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 23:22

Get Contact

(Feat. Busta Rhymes)

Missy:
When I through my uh in it I split it
Mess around, make you ask who did it
Forget your pride go admit
My stank butt make you wonder who shitted
Whoa there kitty
Got a fitty from the city got a minute now I'm chillin (Talk to me now)
No time you silly
Fakin me like you Milli Vanilli
When they play this in the club they go nuts
Sweat all night 'till it smell like must
So Busta whats to discust?
I don't know but boy whats up
(Throw it up, throw it up girl)
Boy you pretty
I got a bitty from the city and my hair looking pretty
Oh you didn't
No bullshit and you gonna get it

Busta Rhymes:
Yo, I'm a get it and give it to all y'all
Hopin' you niggas is ready for another free fall
Overall niggas need to get up off the wall
If they wanna brawl Missy give me a call
Yo, not at all everytime I raid the rift
Before we bust yo' ass better plead the 5th
Shut your mouth you niggas talk to much in my house
Me and Missy lets get this money thats what I'm talkin about
Then you come nigga wanna be down
Shootin' your load I hope you know we got the rebound
Real quick break fool know we blow your mind
Off the hook nigga fix your telephone line
When we come through tell me what you gonna do
Give me my money quick so then I can thank you
Word is born you knowin' I only get better
Everytime supafly dangerous elements get together

She's Mrs. Supafly
He's Mr. Dangerous
And if you bust then they gonna bust
And one of us gonna have to duck

Missy:
When I play this in my jeep you'll see
How this beat, rumble under my feet
(Under my feet, yeah)
Go ahead, you cute
If you cute then I get cute too
Go ahead Missy I got many so many men I got plenty (What what)
I ain't kindin, dance alone why don't you come dance wit me
When I bumped this one the left they go deaf
Bust yo ear drums until none left (Till none left)
Whoa there Busta, they don't like us, they don't love us well **** em
Oh you silly you don't kill me you don't feel me, boy you illin
We ain't dealin
If no drinks then we ain't chillin

Busta Rhymes:
Yo Miss Supafly let me hit me and Missy we gonna get all up in it
All in a minute get wit it
When I was young gettin' babysitted
A nigga blow the spot up make you ask who did it
Contact everytime I touch a track
Freak out wiggle your funny bone and bounce back yo
Nigga see me in the back (Who dat?)
You don't know my name I'm knowin mother****er (True dat)
You wack you better improve your shit
When I bounce on beats lyrics might abuse your shit
Make music so I can lose your mind
So hide when I finish make you wanna press for wine
Nigga see the DJ cuttin' it up
Bringin' it back rippin' the track you know we ****in it up
Got you suckin it up
My nigga chill out, make you ill out
And watch all of the Moet spill out...

Missy Elliott

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 23:26

Get Ur Freak On

Head banger

(Hit me)
(Hit me)
(Hit me)
(Hit me)

(Hit me) it's that sum new shit
And its sum new shit
And it's sum new shit
And its sum new shit
Missy be puttin down I'm the hottest round
I told ya mothas (urrr)
Y’all cant stop me now
Listen to me now
I’m lastin twenty rounds
And if you want me (hippaah)
Then comon and get me now
Yes
İs you wit me now
Yes
The bige bige bounce
Yes
I know you dig the way u I swi swi switch my style
Holla
People sing around
Yes
Now people gather round
Yes
Now people jump around

Go
Get yo freak on
Go
Get' yo freak on
Go
Get' yo freak on
Go
Get' yo freak on
Go
Get yo freak on
Go
Get yo freak on
Go
Getcha getcha getcha getcha
Get yo freak on
Go

Who’s that bitch
People you don’t know
Me and timberlain' been high since 20 years ago
Yes
What the delio
Now what the drilio
Yes
You wanna battle me then (peeepahh) let me know
Yes
Holla
Got the feelin’ son
Let me throw u some

Yes
People here I come
Yes
Now sweat me when I'm done
We got the radio shook like we got a gun

Quiet
Shhh
Hush yo mouth
Sound is when I spit it out
In yo face
Open yo mouth
Give u a taste

Holla
Ain’t no stoppin’ me
Copywritten so don’t copy me
Y’all do it sloppily
And y’all cant come close to me
Yes
I know u feel me know
Yes
I know u hear me loud
Yes
I scream it loud and proud
Yes
Missy gon’ blow it down
Yes
People gon’ play me now
Yes
İn and out of town
Yes
Cause I’m the best around
Yes
Wit the crazy style

Bitch needs time shit...

Missy Elliott

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 23:31

Get Your Freak On (Remix)

(Feat. Nelly Furtado)

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 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! ahhhhh...

Missy Elliott

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 23:34

Gettaway

(Feat. Nicole, Space)

Close your eyes
Visualize
Space and I verbalize
You chastize
But can't stop my enterprise
Put your rhymes in a line
Put your raps in a stack
I'll break you and your singer like Jinga
I mean um
I spit like knee
On you this tight thing
Space nine enferno
One verbs be frightening
And for the sword fights tonight
My entourage is in camoflauge
Remove your mask
Let down your visage
But don't slip up
Cause when I was in my ship
That's when I get ripped up
The whole world
**** it
G S E committee
Got your panties shitty
Click you sick
Callosso with itty bitty
Space and Missy
Sip my style till your pissy
Virgina bitch galactic

I be writing, writing, writing rhymes everyday
Don't you say no more you don't want to battle
Said I'm writing rhymes, writing rhymes everyday
Don't you say no more you don't want to battle

Mama, Daddy, you ain't, ready
Act like you know me
Fly, as friends be
Sizzling, I'm chilling
Man, you twisting
You sissy, you dis me
You wish we was ****ing tight
Auntie, Papa, Smoke lala
Hallah, fala, don't bother to swalla
This bottle of remmy, got plenty
Of weed
So give me, give me, give me, give me, give me, please
See's, no one, fly like these
Bees from over seas, we scratch our knees
Please, little one, please
You know my rhymes get tight
When I smoke all night (chorus comes in)

We high tech like Timbo's
Slap faces of dirty hoes
NYMBA
Dirty combo when we play
Swirl like the milky way
Deep like my black hole
I oppose, to expose
Chemical gases up your nose
Fade away like ozone
Quazars, moves and shit
Hey yo Missy, where da clip?
I think I need a hit
Shitty bees up in da place
Wanna be down with whoever
Be all up in his face but aint even on the level
I pull your wig back
Let of steam like nasty pools
That heat be to hot
Melt down, now up in pot
Count down, 3-2-1, lift off
Now over tize, Venus we circlize
And mars we tantalize
Comatize like Hale Bopp
Smoking trees non stop
Then I send a televize from satelite on Nightline
Yeah, wouldn't you like to get away
To the moon
We shine like stars
Lock down like metal bars

My style is a one in a million
I flow on and on and on
My rhymes give you a really good feeling
All day long...

Missy Elliott

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15.11.08, 23:11	#21 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Dats What I'm Talkin About Dats What I'm Talkin About (Feat. R Kelly) Missy: Uhhhh Ahhhh! Have you ever been in the mind of a virgin? It gets hot and curious (And ooaa) Well let me take you there Are you ready, boy? Come on baby, strap up, cause it might get serious (uh ooaa) Now there will be some heat and some friction Don't get alarmed cause I'll put ice just to chill the night (I'm just being polite) And I want to see if you're into it Intimate kisses and huggings so sentiment (ohhh) With you I might wanna spend my life You make the freak come up out me Dats what I'm talkin' bout Go 'head like it's my birthday Dat dats what I'm talking bout You make me say oooaa 'til I can't speak Dats what I'm talkin' bout Baby dat-dats what I'm talking bout Dat dats what I'm talkin' bout You don't know just what you do, yea Dats what I'm talkin' bout When I'm rocking, slow dance with you Dat-dats what I'm talking bout Cause you put chills on my arm when we kiss, yea Dats what I'm talkin' bout Baby that-that's what I'm talking bout Dat dats what I'm talking bout.. Alright R. Kelly: Now all I wanna do is, baby Is make your dove cry and make your body scream like Aaahhh Bet your bottem dollar Can make you believe that you can fly (Yea) Well, one hit of this sex weed Guaranteed to get you high Like a mutha for ya (No, baby) You won't even know what day it is Cause after I come from downtown Girl I'ma wanna go another round, yea Until you tell me carrisley stop Put it like this It's like fresh up out the kitchen The way I got your oven so hot, mama I'ma hit from the back, and the front, then the side, then bounce it up And down like this And baby, everyone gonna say you're a pimp Cause I'ma have ya walking with a limp You make the freak come up out me Dats what I'm talkin' bout Go 'head like it's my birthday Dat dats what I'm talking bout You make me say oooaa! 'til I can't speak Dats what I'm talkin' bout Baby dat dats what I'm talking bout Dat dats what I'm talking bout You don't know just what you do, yea Dats what I'm talkin' bout When I'm rocking, slow dance with you Dat-dats what I'm talking bout Cause you put chills on my arm when we kiss, yea Dats what I'm talkin' bout Baby dat dats what I'm talking bout Dat dats what I'm talking bout Missy: Sex me, like me Kiss me, hold me Touch me, feel me Do me baby, yea Cause Sex me, like me Kiss me, hold me Touch me, feel me Do me baby, yea (R. Kelly: This is the greatest bridge I ever heard) Alright Yea, Fo shizzle my nizzle You sho nuff the dizzle And that's on the rizzle, ooo Boy, you feel me sizzle (feel me sizzle) So sweet helped me do almost anything... Missy Elliott

15.11.08, 23:13	#22 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Dog In Heat Dog In Heat Gimme that funk, mmm Funk, mmm yo gimme that Funk sho' nuff that Funk Yo, yo Beware of the dogs, off the chain ** 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 in 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 ed up, with one pump on Get stomped on, I take the money and run I'm a dog, shit I 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 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 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 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 Yo yo I wanna gangsta Boogie with my gansta 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 **in 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 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... Missy Elliott

15.11.08, 23:14	#23 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Don't Be Comming (In My Face) Don't Be Comming (In My Face) You never know a good thing till I'm gone You spending many, many nights home alone You won't be seing me around your way No, No And if you don't get it together Baby I can't stay Don't be commin' in my face Tryin to tell me you love me You shoulda thought once or twice Sacrifice and make it right It's the thing that you do Make me not love you Go this way and you'll see Get no other love like me You never know I'm for real till I leave And when I pack up my clothes don't be calling me You won't be seing me Anymore No, no Cause when I'm long, long gone I won't be back in this door To my east side people to my west side To all my bitches who sat home crying Over these niggas and over these fellows Shake em off like Jello To my east side people to my west side To all my bitches who sat home crying Over these niggas and over these fellows Shake em off like Jello I used to stick closer to your side then a beeper Till you smoked that cheaper reefer Now you loony as fita, cheddar Don't say a word Yep I got tha word Yeah I heard it from a little bird Now I'm out the door My four four You don't know? Get your bags and your things take the door Don't take this shit no more When you leave You can leave out the back door Missy Talking: **er Stupid niggas Who always think they can play somebody Ya'll know who ya'll are Tryin to run about 3-4-5 women at one time Now you wanna come back all in our faces Tellin me how much you love me and all that bullshit Whatever man ** you Alright, I'm out... Missy Elliott

15.11.08, 23:16	#24 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Don't Be Cruel Don't Be Cruel Beenie Man: zaga, zaganaga, U hear she moans? Boom (come on) Missy Elliott: Aye yo Monica, won't U help me and Timb change dis shit up again, yea, hit'em Monica: Ooh u turn me on, so boy don't lye I will never share you with no other bitches so don't try U all I want, like when Prince made doves cry And all I'm sayin to U is dont be cruel Missy: Yo baby pop, yea U, come and give me a kiss Betta make it fast, or else I'm gonna get pissed Don't U hear the music pumpin' hard, like I wish U would Now push it (aww), push it, push it real good Monica: Don't get me wrong, that's just me, I just want U to be all U can be like in the army, Don't try to play me boy cuz I'm nobody's fool And all I'm sayin' to U is don't be cruel Missy: Yo baby pop, yea U, come and give me a kiss Betta make it fast, or else I'm gonna get pissed Don't U hear the music pumpin' hard, like I wish U would Now push it (aww), push it, push it real good Talking Missy: Now, now, now wait a minute ya'll, this is for all the fly sexy people, so when I say get out on the floor, go to the floor, dance I said Beenie Man: Gala (yea) Run to me one and only bed, (yea) Run man, run get ya rag (yea) Girls if ya holla give me head, Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now (yea) Run to me one and only bed, (yea) Run man, run get ya rag (yea) never know me ever like that Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now Beenie Man: Drop dem shings and let's get busy girl, Hold on tight and don't get dizzy girl Sorry for ya dizzy, got me on I be fizzy or a kizzy, Just woke up in my bedroom wizzy, While ya on break let yo kitty air, Like magic song at 3rd, like a pier Girl U bout to explode ya frontier Cuz I got to direct this, a poonany engineer See ya kno ya can olly wa Early heard I came here wit cha, Don't be mockin,ya not ordering me chalk U got to learn a lesson, not a walk in the park, yo Let's show'em how to punk dem out Max'em out like mercurtic kwa I'm talkin bout let me date me a frog Burn U a ? Beenie Man: Gala (yea) Run to me one and only bed, (yea) Run man, run get ya rag (yea) Girls if ya holla give me head, Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now (yea) Run to me one and only bed, (yea) Run man, run get ya rag (yea) every last said Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now Missy: Yo baby pop, yea U come and give me a kiss Betta make it fast, or else I'm gonna get pissed Don't U hear the music pumpin' hard, like I wish U would Now push it (aww), push it, push it real good... Missy Elliott

15.11.08, 23:18	#25 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Friendly Skies Friendly Skies (Feat. Ginuwine) Missy: Yeah A little slow jam Kiss me Hold me The weatherman says it's gonna be Cold tonight Whatever man Whatever whatever whatever whatever whatever Whatever man you wanna do I'll be the pilot Don't miss your flight I'm stewardess of the plane Feel the turbulence and maintain Please refrain stay in your seats Until we reach the game I'm stewardess of the plane Feel the turbulence and maintain Please refrain stay in your seats Ginuwine: Take me higher Let's just go for a little Joy Ride Whatever man Whatever whatever whatever whatever Let's stay Buckled up And let's make love Across the friendly skies I'm passenger of this plane I feel the turbulence I maintain I will refrain Stay in my seat Till I reach the game I'm passenger of this plane I feel the turbulence I maintain I will refrain I stay in my seat I want you (I want you) Baby, I want you (Baby you know I want) I really really wanna (**) you Sho nuff wanna () you I want you Yes I do (I want you) Baby Baby, I want you (I know you know what I want) I really really wanna () you I really wanna () you Sho nuff wanna (**) you Sho nuff wanna Is there anything that you want Is there anything that you need Call on me (Ginuwine) Call on me (Ginuwine) Is there anything that you want Is there anything that you crave Call on me (Ginuwine) Cuz I'm a passenger of your plane Yeah Electronic Voice: Missy fly with me Missy fly with me, fly with me Missy drive with me Missy drive with me, drive with me... Missy Elliott

15.11.08, 23:19	#26 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Funky Fresh Dressed Funky Fresh Dressed (Feat. Ms. Jade) Intro Missy: This is a Misdemeanor exclusive If your radio is experiencing any kind of difficulties Turn the volume up Yes, turn the volume up Yes, turn the volume up This is an exclusive (Turn the volume up) Missy: It's very necessary, on the contray No you do not scare me, is you drinkin' Bloody Mary? But shit, you betta hurry, before I have to bury My attitude is bitchy, cuz my period is heavy I used to drive a Chevy, put twenties on that baby My nigga was the shit, but then that stupid nigga left me And now I'm lovin' Larry, but Larry go with Terri And Terri is a freak, but it's his baby she will carry The life he live's a fairy, cartoon like "Tom and Jerry" My flow is legendary and your style is temporary Yeah, you need to worry, like Jason, it gets scary The words that I spit don't fit in that category Is my vision blurry? My speech is very slurry Me without Tim is like Jamaicans with no curry And yes, it's necessary, so hurry, nigga, hurry Cuz when this album drops, you whack MC's will all get burried Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up) Missy: Your style's very crummy, that's why you have no money You always looking bummy, I don't care if you don't love me Don't try to come before me, unless you are a dummy Repeat, you'll lose your teeth and I would hate to call you gummy Rainy or sunny, battle no way, honey This is not a game of Hide and Seek, go call ya mummy It's about get so ugly, and I'ma keep y'all runninHiding from me, cuz you know you are weak You ain't sayin' nothin', I keep it jumpin' jumpinIn your Kenwoods, I'm bumpin' sumthin' in ya trunk'n You can say I'm buggin', cuz when I come out bustin That's why y'all be discussin' who I like and who I'm **in BreakTimbaland: C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon Fickidy, uh, uh, uh C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon Ms. Jade: I had a little homie named Paul Revere Smokes blunt after blunt, guzzled 40's of beer He used to swear up and down every first of the year He was gon' quit smokin', but he never did Watch y'all huskey, it's about that time Gettin' ready for the club 'round quarter til' nine Couple bottles of hypnotic in the back of the ride Might spit like a girl, but I hit like a guy Me and Missy ballin' up the avenue Funky fresh dressed to impress, we mackin' dudes Music biz only reason I ain't jackin fools You know bullshit walk and stackin' rules Shit keeps drawin', the streets keep callin Drink til' I'm nice and uh, uh uh, on'n I'm bad luck, y'all mad cuz y'all suck Please do not try to with young buck Please do not try to ** with young buck... Missy Elliott

15.11.08, 23:22	#27 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Get Contact Get Contact (Feat. Busta Rhymes) Missy: When I through my uh in it I split it Mess around, make you ask who did it Forget your pride go admit My stank butt make you wonder who shitted Whoa there kitty Got a fitty from the city got a minute now I'm chillin (Talk to me now) No time you silly Fakin me like you Milli Vanilli When they play this in the club they go nuts Sweat all night 'till it smell like must So Busta whats to discust? I don't know but boy whats up (Throw it up, throw it up girl) Boy you pretty I got a bitty from the city and my hair looking pretty Oh you didn't No bullshit and you gonna get it Busta Rhymes: Yo, I'm a get it and give it to all y'all Hopin' you niggas is ready for another free fall Overall niggas need to get up off the wall If they wanna brawl Missy give me a call Yo, not at all everytime I raid the rift Before we bust yo' ass better plead the 5th Shut your mouth you niggas talk to much in my house Me and Missy lets get this money thats what I'm talkin about Then you come nigga wanna be down Shootin' your load I hope you know we got the rebound Real quick break fool know we blow your mind Off the hook nigga fix your telephone line When we come through tell me what you gonna do Give me my money quick so then I can thank you Word is born you knowin' I only get better Everytime supafly dangerous elements get together She's Mrs. Supafly He's Mr. Dangerous And if you bust then they gonna bust And one of us gonna have to duck Missy: When I play this in my jeep you'll see How this beat, rumble under my feet (Under my feet, yeah) Go ahead, you cute If you cute then I get cute too Go ahead Missy I got many so many men I got plenty (What what) I ain't kindin, dance alone why don't you come dance wit me When I bumped this one the left they go deaf Bust yo ear drums until none left (Till none left) Whoa there Busta, they don't like us, they don't love us well ** em Oh you silly you don't kill me you don't feel me, boy you illin We ain't dealin If no drinks then we ain't chillin Busta Rhymes: Yo Miss Supafly let me hit me and Missy we gonna get all up in it All in a minute get wit it When I was young gettin' babysitted A nigga blow the spot up make you ask who did it Contact everytime I touch a track Freak out wiggle your funny bone and bounce back yo Nigga see me in the back (Who dat?) You don't know my name I'm knowin motherer (True dat) You wack you better improve your shit When I bounce on beats lyrics might abuse your shit Make music so I can lose your mind So hide when I finish make you wanna press for wine Nigga see the DJ cuttin' it up Bringin' it back rippin' the track you know we **in it up Got you suckin it up My nigga chill out, make you ill out And watch all of the Moet spill out... Missy Elliott

15.11.08, 23:26	#28 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Get Ur Freak On Get Ur Freak On Head banger (Hit me) (Hit me) (Hit me) (Hit me) (Hit me) it's that sum new shit And its sum new shit And it's sum new shit And its sum new shit Missy be puttin down I'm the hottest round I told ya mothas (urrr) Y’all cant stop me now Listen to me now I’m lastin twenty rounds And if you want me (hippaah) Then comon and get me now Yes İs you wit me now Yes The bige bige bounce Yes I know you dig the way u I swi swi switch my style Holla People sing around Yes Now people gather round Yes Now people jump around Go Get yo freak on Go Get' yo freak on Go Get' yo freak on Go Get' yo freak on Go Get yo freak on Go Get yo freak on Go Getcha getcha getcha getcha Get yo freak on Go Who’s that bitch People you don’t know Me and timberlain' been high since 20 years ago Yes What the delio Now what the drilio Yes You wanna battle me then (peeepahh) let me know Yes Holla Got the feelin’ son Let me throw u some Yes People here I come Yes Now sweat me when I'm done We got the radio shook like we got a gun Quiet Shhh Hush yo mouth Sound is when I spit it out In yo face Open yo mouth Give u a taste Holla Ain’t no stoppin’ me Copywritten so don’t copy me Y’all do it sloppily And y’all cant come close to me Yes I know u feel me know Yes I know u hear me loud Yes I scream it loud and proud Yes Missy gon’ blow it down Yes People gon’ play me now Yes İn and out of town Yes Cause I’m the best around Yes Wit the crazy style Bitch needs time shit... Missy Elliott

15.11.08, 23:31	#29 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Get Your Freak On (Remix) Get Your Freak On (Remix) (Feat. Nelly Furtado) 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 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! ahhhhh... Missy Elliott

15.11.08, 23:34	#30 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Gettaway Gettaway (Feat. Nicole, Space) Close your eyes Visualize Space and I verbalize You chastize But can't stop my enterprise Put your rhymes in a line Put your raps in a stack I'll break you and your singer like Jinga I mean um I spit like knee On you this tight thing Space nine enferno One verbs be frightening And for the sword fights tonight My entourage is in camoflauge Remove your mask Let down your visage But don't slip up Cause when I was in my ship That's when I get ripped up The whole world ** it G S E committee Got your panties shitty Click you sick Callosso with itty bitty Space and Missy Sip my style till your pissy Virgina bitch galactic I be writing, writing, writing rhymes everyday Don't you say no more you don't want to battle Said I'm writing rhymes, writing rhymes everyday Don't you say no more you don't want to battle Mama, Daddy, you ain't, ready Act like you know me Fly, as friends be Sizzling, I'm chilling Man, you twisting You sissy, you dis me You wish we was **ing tight Auntie, Papa, Smoke lala Hallah, fala, don't bother to swalla This bottle of remmy, got plenty Of weed So give me, give me, give me, give me, give me, please See's, no one, fly like these Bees from over seas, we scratch our knees Please, little one, please You know my rhymes get tight When I smoke all night (chorus comes in) We high tech like Timbo's Slap faces of dirty hoes NYMBA Dirty combo when we play Swirl like the milky way Deep like my black hole I oppose, to expose Chemical gases up your nose Fade away like ozone Quazars, moves and shit Hey yo Missy, where da clip? I think I need a hit Shitty bees up in da place Wanna be down with whoever Be all up in his face but aint even on the level I pull your wig back Let of steam like nasty pools That heat be to hot Melt down, now up in pot Count down, 3-2-1, lift off Now over tize, Venus we circlize And mars we tantalize Comatize like Hale Bopp Smoking trees non stop Then I send a televize from satelite on Nightline Yeah, wouldn't you like to get away To the moon We shine like stars Lock down like metal bars My style is a one in a million I flow on and on and on My rhymes give you a really good feeling All day long... Missy Elliott

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