Missy Elliott

[! M@ro@mD !]

 

 

Joy

 

 

 

[1:36 long skit precedes the actual song]

 

[Elliott] Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

[scratch] Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

[Elliott] Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

[speak'n'Spell] {*vowel sounds*}

[Elliott] Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

[scratch] Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh - so sick!

[Elliott] Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

[scratch] Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

[speak'n'Spell] {*vowel sounds*}

 

[Missy]

Timbo, what they do

They try to be like Missy but they have no clue

On how I'm spittin over beats the way I move

I move so smooth in my shell toe shoes

Now put the needle on the record, show'n'prove

Since ninety-two I came to win and never lose

They try to stop a chubby chick from comin through

My belly out and sellin out these venues

My skills, will fulfill, those who drink booze

My attitude is super cool like I'm subdued

And those who fake I take on you and your dudes

I rule the streets I break 'em down with no tools

And Misdemeanor give the finger to y'all fools (HOLLA!)

Whoever doubted that I'm 'bout it check the news

And if you snooze on me this year your ###### will lose

Cause I will bruise, my loose screws is like ooh

When I come out get your release dates moved

 

[Chorus: Missy]

This year y'all gon' all lose sleep

I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin

[scratched] This year y'all gon' all lose sleep

This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I

break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin (BIG SHOUT OUT TO TIMBERLAND)

This year you hear a real MC, when I

[slowed up] break break b-b-break break break...

 

[Missy]

I flow over a beat that make a chick weave blow

And those who try to compete to the wall I throw

So I drop it low, 808 kick low

Like oh oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Mr. Mos', this beat he compose

While I kill the track, leave your ears decomposed

Fake rappers, this year your lies will be exposed

Like oh oh-oh oh, oh Missy steal the show-ow-ow

Spit on breakbeats, make rappers lose sleep

Make labels unable drop they artists on leak

I keep 'em knee deep, need me, be me

Hardly, and basically, I do it nice and slow-ow-ow

 

[slowed]

I'm slowin, the track down, so you don't miss the ######

that Misdemeanor talkin like that chronic get you super high

 

[Chorus: Missy] + (Mike Jones)

This year y'all gon' all lose sleep

I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin

This year you hear a real MC

[scratch] Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I (MIKE JONES! WHO?)

break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin (MIKE JONES! WHO? MIKE JONES!)

This year you hear a real MC (GEYEAH!)

Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin

 

[Mike Jones]

See I'm a pimp that's on my grind, I hustle like all the time

I speak what's on my mind, my teeth'll make you blind

My heat'll lay you down, whenever you come around

Forsaken out there mistreated your life'll be deleted

Cause I don't play dat, you know I don't play dat

Wherever you talkin noise is where you gon' lay at

I'm "Supa Dupa Fly" like Missy Missy

Before the fame majors used to diss me

But now I'm on top, I'm hot I can't stop

Before my deal came my shows was sold out

House been on the hill, diamonds been in my grill

I'm trill like U.G.K., you know I keep it real

I'm who, Mike Jones, WHO? Mike Jones

WHO? Mike Jones and I can't be cloned

2-8-1, 3-3-oh, 8-zero-zero-fo'

That's my cell phone number, hit me on the low

I got

 

[Missy]

Hold up, I see a lot of folks in here sittin 'round like your shoes too tight

If you wear a size 10, don't cram yo' ###### up in a size 6 ladies

Be proud of yo' big-###### feet

We came to party up in this ######

[! M@ro@mD !]

Partytime

 

 

 

What time is it?

 

[Chorus]

Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight

Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight

Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight

Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight

 

[Verse 1]

Check this out, A lot of hip-hop but y'all just small talkers

Y'all could risk getting cut off like some knickerboxers

Y'all gone flop and y'all better off playin soccer

Misdemeanor my demeanor be the club rocker

My flow proper keep my goodies in a locker

Not a artist shocker but I am a shot of vodka

Private stalker number one game talker

When I start it up, there will be not one stopper

###### around and get your dome cracked like a cracker

Matter fact I'll break your bones like a chiropractor

Never slack up I rack up and leave you fractured

On the curb wicky word wicky leave you fractured

Haters all in my face can you please back up

Hater smilin in my face you need to be an actor

Beat jacker call for backup

Cuz I smick smick smack ya now tell me who's bad

 

[Chorus]

Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight (Say What!)

Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight (What Time Is It!)

Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight (True In Deed!)

Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight (Holla!)

 

[Verse 2]

Check it, most individuals swear they invincible

Guys think I'm more important than the superbowl

Rhymin is a ritual now pay me my resituals

Cuz everyday and all day you hear me on your stereo

I'm in the centerfold I make guys lose control

In the studio I'm droppin hits from my booty hole

Ya F'in mulio, y'all don't want to test me yo

cuz when I'm done ya hair look like Coolio

Now please cool it Joe, Misdemeanor real pro

ficky ficky real pro wit a ficky ill flow

I kick down doors and I rock many shows

I put a tag on your toe and call you John Doe

Missy be the name and M.E. is my initials

Forget about it like the world forgot Sisqo

Take it to the club pop lock it to the disco

Think you ought to know that it's bout to get physical

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse 3]

I don't care cause me do not fear

Boom ti boom ri straight to ya ear

Best beware when you come around here

Don't you dare come unprepared

Misdemeanor watch dem suckerz sleep sleep

Got dem keys to the jeep beep beep

Misdemeanor put it pon ya leak

Ride the beat on the 1 2 treat [bLAH]

 

[Chorus]

[! M@ro@mD !]

Irresistible Delicious

 

 

 

[over the melody of Slick Rick's song "Lick the Balls"]

 

[slick Rick]

It's entertainment time!!!! Wooo

Got Missy Elliott in the house, got Slick Rick in the house

We doin big things here kids

Hip-Hop's finest, Slick Slick Slick Rick an' M

[scratched] Slick Rick an' M

Go Missy, go Missy, go Missy, go Missy

[scratched] Slick Rick an' M

 

[Missy Elliott]

Excuse me Mr. Lawrence, you look nice

Simply delicious, Missy want some kisses

Let's go to the crib, get cozy in the nude

And "Treat Me Like a Prostitute"

Now pardon me sir, I'm such a real lady

Ride in Mercedes to make the ###### hate me

Cruise up and down one-two-fifth

Lookin for a guy like you to get with

{*beat changes*}

I seen this cutie pie, so I pulled beside him

Seen the size of his feet, so I couldn't deny him

Might as well try him, the freak that I am

M dot S-E always grindin'

 

[Missy - singing]

Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh)

But boy you are supa fine (do it to me, do it to me)

[slick Rick] Thank you Missy

Irresistible delicious (oooooh) HOLLA

Enough to make me lose my mind

[slick Rick] Yeah

Know I really want it

[scratched] Slick Slick Slick Rick an' M

Now I want it, yeah

Don't make me wait oh no - no don't make me wait oh no

[slick Rick] Missy

No longer will I pretend

[slick Rick] Slick Rick in the house

Let's get it on cause we both grown

 

[slick Rick]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

{*beat changes back*}

Intelligent, delicate, watch how the fella get

Bump into my homegirl in Miami, Missy Elliott

Green blush on her eyelid, hi Miss!

Gave honey a hug I feel her touchin my privates

Aw shuck I guess, main course is in I said

You know I'm married?

-- Yeah and what's that supposed to mean?

-- Proposition for you Ruler

Procede on

-- Well I got a track I need you spit a mean 16 on

-- You with it?

Down to bless one and I left one

The Hit Factory, later on around eleven

With my notebook, and pencil, I slides on in

I see her lookin mighty sexy and the lights all dim

-- Have a drink

The booze and the karmy go oddly

After havin a drink I start to feel unusually ######

Swellin stone, or well writ poems

Busy poundin like I'm tryin to break off pelvis bones

 

{*beat changes*}

 

[Missy - singing]

Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh)

[slick Rick] Slick Rick is in the house

But boy you are supa fine (do it to me, do it to me)

[slick Rick] Thank you Missy

Irresistible delicious (oooooh) HOLLA

Enough to make me lose my mind - lose my mind

Know I really want it - and now I want it

Don't make me wait oh no - no don't make me wait oh no

No longer will I pretend

[slick Rick] Boss of the females

Let's get it on cause we both grown

[slick Rick] Recognize, recognize

 

{*beat changes back*}

 

[Missy Elliott]

Excuse me sir, oh gosh you look young

But old enough to get it to get yo' head sprung

Sit down relax, it's soft here on my couch

Or give me hands strictly you might get turned out

Cutie pie, 'til I sit beside him

Nice shoe size, how could I deny him

Big bankroll to help me retire

Me and him together smell like big empire

Don't treat me like a prostitute

Unless you're givin me some money makin sure I look cute

But don't treat me like a prostitute

Unless you're givin me some money makin sure I look cute

 

[Missy - singing]

Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh)

[scratched] Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh)

[scratched] But boy you are supa fine (do it to me, do it to me)

[scratched] Fi-fi-fine

 

[beat slows and fades out]

[! M@ro@mD !]

Lose Control

 

 

 

(feat. Ciara, Fatman Scoop)

 

Music make u lose control

Music make u lose control

 

[Fatman Scoop]

Lets go

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Here we go now

Here we go now

Here we go now

Here we go now

Watch out now

(music make u lose control)

Misdemeanors in da house

Ciaras in da house

Misdemeanors in tha house

Fat man scoop man scoop man scoop

 

[Missy Elliott]

I've got a cute face

Chubby waist

Thick legs n shape

Rump shakin both wayz

Make u do a double take

Plan rocka show stopa

Flo froppa head knocka

Beat stalla tail droppa

Do ma thang muthafukas

Ma rose royce lamborghini

Blu madina alwayz beamin

Ragtop chrome pipes

Blu lights outta sight

No me sow it n

Set it n sow it n

Make dat money tho it n

Booty bouncin gon hit

 

[Missy Elliott & Ciara]

Everybody here

Get it outta control

Get yo backs off tha wall

Cuz misdemeanor said so

Everybody

Everybody

Everybody

 

[Missy Elliott]

Everybody

 

[Ciara]

Well ma name is ciara

4 all u fly fellaz

No 1 can do it betta

 

[Missy Elliott]

She'll sing on acapella

 

[Ciara]

Boy tha music

Makes me lose control

 

[Missy Elliott]

We gon make u lose control

And let it go 4 u kno

U gon hit tha flo

 

I rok 2 da beat till im tired (tired)

Walk n da club it's fiya (fiya)

Get it krunk and wired

Wave ya hands scream louda

If u smoke den fiya it up

Bring da roof down

Den holla

If u tipsy stand up

Dj turn it louda

Take sumbody by da waist den uh

Now tho it in dey face like uh

Hypnotic robotic

This here will rock yo bodies

Take sumbody by da waist den uh

Now tho it in dey face like uh

Systematica static

This hit be automatic

 

Work wait

Work work work wait

Work work work wait

Work work work wait

Do it right

 

[Fatman Scoop]

Hit tha floor hit tha floor

Hit tha floor hit tha floor

Hit tha floor hit tha floor

Hit tha floor

 

[Missy Elliott & Ciara]

Everybody here

Get it outta control

Get yo backs off tha wall

Cuz misdemeanor said so

Everybody

Everybody

Everybody

 

[Missy Elliott]

Everybody

 

[Fatman Scoop]

Lets go

 

[Missy Elliott]

Everybody here

Get it outta control

 

[Ciara]

Get yo backs off da wall)

[Missy Elliott]

Cuz misdemeanor said

 

[Ciara]

So

Everybody

Everybody

Everybody

 

[Missy Elliot]

Everybody

Get loose

 

[Fatman Scoop]

Put yo back on tha wall

Put yo back on tha wall

Putyo back on tha wall

Put yo back on tha wall

 

Misdemeanors in da house

Ciaras in da house

Misdemeanors in tha house

(music make u lose control)

We on fiya

We on fiya

We on fiya

We on fiya

Now tho it gurl

Tho it gurl

Tho it gurl

Tho it gurl

Yeah

Now move yo arm 2 tha left gurl

Now move yo arm 2 tha left gurl

Now move yo arm 2 tha right gurl

Now move yo arm 2 tha right gurl

Lets go now lets go now lets go now

Wooo lets go

Should i bring it back right now

Now bring it back now

Woooo oohhh

I see u c

Now ima iam do it like c did

Now shake it gurl

###### on and jus shake it gurl

###### on and jus shake it gurl

###### on and jus shake it gurl

###### on and let it pop right gurl

###### on and let it pop right gurl

###### on and let it pop right gurl

Now bak it up gurl

Bak it up gurl

Bak it up gurl

Bak it up gurl

Woooo woooo woooo

Go go

Bring it 2 da front gurl go go

Bring it 2 da front gurl go go

Bring it 2 da front gurl go go

Bring it 2 da front gurl lets go lets go lets go

Wooo

[! M@ro@mD !]

My Struggles

 

 

 

[Grand Puba]

Yeah, Missy Elliott, Grand Puba

 

[Missy Elliott]

Y'all don't really know who I am, God ######

I'm like grease in the frying pan cause I am

bacon, eggs, toast, butter

Smooth sexy lover more FRESH than {?}

Go ask your brother if y'all don't believe

I control the industry cause Missy in the lead

{*scratching*} Uhh, I'm talkin to you man

With my upper hand, the fans call me Dapper Dan

When I was young my pops, throw rocks

Always ###### talk to my moms and call the cops

Couldn't wait 'til I was nice and grown

Sick of daddy mouth 'til six in the morn'

On and on and on 'til the record scratch

And if I made a few scraps I would never come back (YES!)

Take moms with me and a few ADAT's

And make a song about dad and tell pops he's a rat (YES!)

Oah-KAYYYYY!

 

[scratched] hold up

 

[Chorus 2X: Missy Elliott]

Y'all don't really know my life

Y'all don't really know my struggles and how much liquor I guzzle (YES!)

Y'all don't really know my fears

And how many years to get here but I'm ready to rumble

 

[Grand Puba]

Yeah, I be that throwback cat, I throwback 'gnac

I spit hot raps, then I check my traps

Pockets stop the bulk, green up like the Hulk

Ram up in somethin like that nigga Marshall Faulk

I'm a low key nigga, a O.G. nigga

Entertain my guests in "The Basement" like Tigger

Grand Puba and the name ring bells

And if it ain't about paper I don't waste my sells

So the new school new school need to learn yo

I burn baby burn like a Hunt's Pointe ho

 

[Missy Elliott]

Yo yo Puba, hold up

Let's take 'em back on some "411" ######

MA-RYYYY!

 

{*beat changes*}

 

[Mary J. Blige]

I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don't rap

I'm known around the map to always make a comeback

I went through some struggles fightin with my ex-lovers

Stayed in lots of trouble, blessings then I had recovered

Had to pay them bills, the places I lived

Messin with them cats that's said to get I had to give

I had to tell them back up cause I was quick to smack 'em up

I didn't give a WHAT, Mary J. would act up

 

[Chorus: Missy] + (Mary)

Y'all don't really know my struggles

(I had two or three jobs I had to juggle)

And all them liquor shots from the pain I covered

(Strugglin from the break-ups with my lover)

(Y'all don't know the half) Don't know the half

(I'm better off now that was in the past)

I had to take the good stuff with the bad

Now I'm (thankful for the little things that I have)

 

[scratched] I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don't rap

[scratched] Grand Puba, and the name ring bells

[scratched] I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don't rap

[scratched] Grand Puba, and the name ring bells

[! M@ro@mD !]

Meltdown

 

 

 

Bet it, bet it taste like candy {*3X*}

 

[Missy]

I broke up wit my ex I couldn't take his sarcasm

Everytime we bone I had to fake an ######

Moanin and groanin tried to make him feel manly

I'd rather use my toys, plus my hands come in handy

I finally told him that my heart was somewhere else

Whenever we sexed I wished that he was someone else

That dude that approached me at the bar the other night

That be the mister right and hot enough to melt some ice

I think I'm in love like Beyonce be with Jigga

It's not his major figure that want him to be my nigga

He got that magic stick that make my little ###### quiver

Juices runnin like a river slowly down my kitty litter

Boy I'm so glad I found a nigga like you

A thug like you to make a girl say - oh

Hope he feel as strong as my po hah do

With you by my side its like I'm drunk off boo

 

If you be my man only my man I wouldn't mind tastin your magic stick, magic stick

If you don't cheat or sleep around aint nothing wrong wit tastin your magic stick

 

[Chorus]

I bet it taste like candy, meant to melt in my mouth

I know you got planet, baby you the ######

Now what you workin wit candy meant to melt in my mouth

I know you got planet, I like the way, I like the way

I like the way, I like the way

 

[interlude]

I like the way you work your stick boo

The way you work it like voodoo

The way you wind and you wind and you grind

Don't stop the way you work your stick

Baby the way you work your stick

Baby keep on and keep on and keep on keep goin

 

[Missy]

My ex boyfriend had to go

He didn't know how to work that magic stick

But I found a guy that sure do love

It's so true his love is cla-hassic yeah oohhh

 

[Chorus]

 

[interlude]

 

[Missy]

I could play gin and you could play J.D.

If you like Beyonce you could play Jay-Z

Check for them other chicks cos they not me

They're just some copy cats there's only one Missy

M-to the I double ss don't test

I'm hard as the cushion on a bullet proof vest

But you got me whipped like slaves in the days

You're cool as the shade and ice and lemonade

I think I wanna marry you baby I will carry

Guess it's necessary and on the contrary

You be mister right and mister legendary

The more I fall in love the more it gets scary

[! M@ro@mD !]

On And On

 

 

 

[Verse 1]

Missy be the name and yall should already know

I’ve been around long and Scarface so cold

Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy ya shi ya

Let me grab the microphone and I'ma take it away (ahh!)

Every time I spit I blow 1 or 2 speakers

Top model diva but my name not Eva

Yeah I bring fevah rockin classic Adidas

I’m straight off the heater rippin needles off the meter

Here I go, flip my flow

Back it up and den drop it low

It’s a must cuz I'm dangerous

I be a hustle on a bust they call me angel [?]

I talk [?] stunnas

2005 MC the [?]

Den run for cover, hide under your covers

Cuz you gon need more protection then a magnum [?]

 

[Chorus]

Uh uh uh, uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh uh uh

Den get uh uh uh, uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh uh uh

Uh uh uh

Say so, say, say so, say, say say say say so

 

[Verse 2]

Missy finish [?] simply raw

Misdemeanor always make MCs feel small

Stick you on the table with the plasctic cups

Say grace, then eat your [?] up

Yall jus rookies,

Virgins and nookies

Now my competition, you skip and play hooky

Ain’t nobody here that can tear the track off me

Nah I ain’t done rappin so shut the hell up (ahh!)

Keep it simple every time I flow

If you step to me yall don’t glows

Raise up like eyes [?] nose

I ain’t about talkin I lay em down slow

Fa sho yall know

Misdemeanor got em by the neck, hit em low

Ice cold heart like zero below

If you wanna battle me then playa say so

 

[Chorus]

Uh uh uh, uh uh uh (say so), uh uh uh (say) uh uh uh uh (say so)

Den get uh uh uh, uh uh uh (say), uh uh uh uh uh uh uh (say say say, say so)

Say, say, say, say so, say say say say s-s-s-s-s-s so

 

[Verse 3]

Let me tell you what I’m all about

I’m bout spittin hot rhymes on out (yes!)

Yeah Pharrell did the beat oh yes

And the way he put it down and make it sound so (fresh)

I be the best on second guess

Pretty cups as other rappers watch your boy get vexed

When I say, I’m tight as [?]

Missy bout to teach ya how to follow the leader

Hit the club in the blue two-seater

Looking like I feelin cockin 9 millimeter

Get out wit my high heel cones

Twistin my [?] cuz I know what gets [?]

Lickin ma lips like I’m takin him home

Teasing and teasing I’m fakin the foam

Shakin my ###### like I wanna bone

Bend ova slow then I tell him I’m gone

 

[Chorus]

Uh uh uh, uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh uh uh

Den get uh uh uh, uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh uh uh

Missy be the name yall should already know

Miss, Missy, miss, miss-miss

Missy be the name yall should shoulda shoulda should already-all-all-already know

[! M@ro@mD !]

We Run This

 

 

 

My style can’t be duplicated or recycled

This chick is a sick individual

 

Sick tape vol. 2

Believe it

 

Ho… Ho…

 

Let me switch up the game

 

[Verse 1]

 

I drink that cognac

Step back cause I might put it on ya

I go deep so deep till you sleep

Count sheep wake you from f***ing all week

You don’t to have to show ya

How freakish I act when im not sober

Whut up & tow up sho nuff

I ain’t scared to take it off (tell the freak to take it off)

Tipsy & I feel good (feel good)

Black dudes got big woods

Into I do it I dun it

If you really really want it then stop frontin (stop frontin)

Boy you know im your type (your type)

5’2 and wear my jeans real tight

My curves they swerve so superb

My word’s my word and I came to slurr it

 

[Chorus]

 

We run this (run this)

We run this (run this)

We run this (run this)

Oh, oh, oh,

It don’t matter where you from it’s where you at

& if you came to freak-a-leak you better bring your hat

East coast, west coast, down south

Represent your coast

Yea we run it

Yea we run it

Yall don’t want it

Cause my coast run it

Oh

We run this s***

We run this s***

 

[Verse 2]

 

Wanna pull my hair

Break my back

Put it right money might ??

Back to back you can’t even keep track

It’s a fact freaks like to get slap

Suck my toes & then a back rub

I don’t come to do it

I just wanna be touched

Look at how yall are makin me blush

got enough to go round ??

Wanna run that tush in a bush

Don’t my diamonds look real good

& they shine so hard that it glitters

Too many carats they look like critters

& we can do it all night

Take a flashlight you see up in my windpipe

I like the ? up in your height

I wanna know can you handle the might

 

[Chorus]

 

We run this (run this)

We run this (run this)

We run this (run this)

Oh, oh, oh,

It don’t matter where you from it’s where you at

& if you came to freak-a-leak you better bring your hat

East coast, west coast, down south

Represent your coast

Yea we run it

Yea we run it

Yall don’t want it

Cause my coast run it

Oh

We run this s***

We run this s***

 

[Verse 3]

 

Any hustlas in the party yall (hell yea)

If you a pimp let me see you party hard (hell yea)

Oh strippers take your clothes off (hell yea)

Yall superstars

You don’t need no bodyguards (hell yea)

 

I roll hard

a lot of rappers say I say im way too hard

Pull up to the club in a rental car

Where the freaks at

Them freaks at the bar

Where the hard the hard drinks are

Don’t start

You don’t want beef

Don’t take it that far

With a superstar

I got my foot on the clutch

See me bounce my butt

Misdemeanor too hype

& I don’t give a f***

 

[Chorus]

 

We run this (run this)

We run this (run this)

We run this (run this)

Oh, oh, oh,

It don’t matter where you from it’s where you at

& if you came to freak-a-leak you better bring your hat

We run this (run this)

We run this (run this)

We run this (run this)

Oh, oh, oh

Represent your coast

& act like you know

Know how to act before you step your two feet in the do’

 

[woman & missy]

 

[w] Oh, hello

Oh, you want your nails and the manicure

Oh, $5

$5 extra French tip

 

[m] $5 and extra for a French tip

You trippin

 

[w] oh, oh, no, no, no

You need a exfortiation

 

[m] what the hell is a exfortiation

 

[w] exfortiation for the feet

 

[m] exfortiation for my feet

Ain’t nothing wrong with my feet

 

[w] yes, the feet, the big toe

The hammer toe

 

[m] ain’t nothing wrong with my toe man

Look can I get my nails done please

 

[w] you want a chicken with your manicure

 

[m] chicken

look I don’t want no fried rice, no egg rolls, I want a manicure

 

[w] okay let me order

[speaks Chinese]

 

[m] listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen

I ain’t got time for this bulls**t

Im outta here

 

[w] you better pay me

I know you missy elliott

Ill call Wendy Williams

Ill call her tomorrow and tell her you cheap

cheap, Cheap, cheap, cheap

 

[m] you can call Oprah Winfrey and tell her to pay you’re a**

Playa I ain’t cheap either im icy

 

[w] So icy

You so icy

If your so icy why don’t you pay me on time

[! M@ro@mD !]

Remember When

 

 

 

Know i may act stubborn boy

But that dont mean i dont love you boy

Please forgive me for my attitude

When it seems like im takin all my ###### out on you

I know i never said this here

Lemme make myself loud and clear

I appreciate the way you treat me

I've done a lot of things you still don't hate me

 

[CHORUS]

Remember when you caught me cheatin (cheatin)

You said i stopped your heart from breathin (stopped ya hearttt) (breathin)

But you loved me so you forgave me (gave me)

When you coulda ran out and played me (played me)

 

Am i a dissappointment- to ya baby

Most of the time im wrong

Makin excuses for the abusesive donestepping out on the lawn?

But ya never let me baby, say im sorry all the time

Any other guy would be gone but you stay hear right by my side

 

[CHORUS]

 

And the love like this

I cant play no games

Cuz its hard to forgive it

But you didnt neva complain

Neva rub it in my face- juss lemme slide on by

I know every girl- wish she had you as a guy

 

No no no no- no nooo no

Cuz a love like thi

Cant play no games

And its hard to forgive i did to you

Lemme slide on by

Yea

 

[rap]...

When i cheated you said you couldnt breathe (said you couldnt breathe)

Now im sitting here beggin on my knees

Take me back, i'll do anything including please

I didnt mean to burn a bridge third degree

Like fantasia said let yourself be free

The truth be, without me you'll succeed

Im sorry baby please believe in you and me

C'mon

 

Aint no love better than you

With all the pain i put you through

?

Without you here what would i do [x2]

[! M@ro@mD !]

4 My Man

 

 

 

(feat. Fantasia)

 

[spoken-Fantasia]

Like yo name is Missy Elliott

My name is Fantasia Barrino

And what I can give you

Is Fantasia Barrino

Holla at ya girl

 

[shouted-Missy]

2005

Wooh!

 

[Verse 1-Missy (Fantasia)]

Wake up in the morning with my man next to me

Up all night like we on that extacy

Mix with that hennessy

He got the remedy, yeah my nigga into me

Can't say ya simply we

Take a quick shower for the hour conversation

Time to have relations

Love making in the basement

Smack it for the pressure (ooooohhhh yeah)

One minute, two minute, I was no questions

Who would ever think that I'd be giving up the goodies

Walk around naked in a pair of pink footies

Just like them hos at the shows

Half-dressed clothes, doing whatever who knows

Okay (okay)

Nah I only get freaky wit him

No menag¨ trois, not freaky with him

Its just me and my man

Simply me and my man

 

[Chorus-Fantasia]

For my man, I'd do whatever

Cause what I feel, this love it make me do things, make me do things

For my man, my loves forever, my loves forever

Cause what I feel, this love it won't ever change

 

[Verse 2-Missy & Fantasia]

I'm never insecure when we're not together

Even though he told me he in love with Ciara

I'm from a new era and I bring terror to ay chick who check my fella when we together

So he treat me like Cinderella

Protect me from the storm like he my umbrella

This fella deserve from a stella

He be a Rockefeller, not Jay-Z and Dame

But the charm on a chain

He platinum (oooh)

Jacob Rolly lick his Forty (He packin)

He stackin, keep trackin and I'll fax em

If I can't find his ###### then his ###### outta gas

He only getting one past (Okaaay!)

Cuz my man (my man) he's my man and he nobody else's

###### right

I've never felt this

Old ladies trying to coast us

You better get focus before you ever try to approach him

 

[Chorus-Fantasia]

For my man, I'd do whatever

Cause what I feel, this love it make me do things, make me do things

For my man, my loves forever, my loves forever

Cause what I feel, this love it won't ever change

 

[Verse 3-Missy (Fantasia)]

See when you in love you might have to fight

Don't ever say you won't (ever say you won't)

You might get real mad

Wanna act all bad

Act up in the street, few chicks ya gotta beat cause the disrespect

Clockin ya man from his feets to his neck

Uh!

You gotta let her know that's a no-no

Slap her real slow with her right blow

Whichever way you go and keep it gangsta (gangsta)

Show these ###### that aint gon (aint gon)

Yank a point, blank a top, rank her

I ride for my nigga and I'm happy with the trigger

Scared how you figure?

My man

Said time again that's my man (my man)

My man again, I say that's my man (that's my maaan!)

Its just me and my man, simply me and my man

 

[Chorus-Fantasia]

For my man, I'd do whatever

Cause what I feel, this love it make me do things, make me do things

For my man, my loves forever, my loves forever

Cause what I feel, this love it won't ever change

 

[Outro-Fantasia]

That's my man!

Yes! That's my man!

This love!

Ohhhhhhh!

[! M@ro@mD !]

Can't Stop

 

 

 

[Missy Elliott]

Rich Nice

WOO! C'mon

SICK! Uh-huh

YES! WOO!

HOLLA!

 

I be thinkin 'bout that big - O

The way you used to rock it to me nice and slow

You used to do it 'til my back felt broke

You used to say give it to me - I'd say no

You used to talk that kinky ###### up in my earrrs

And you would buy me pink pretty under-wearrrs

And I would moan cause you would make me feel nice

And you would make me feel like makin love twice

What I'm sayin, you the man, I'm in love

And I like when you do it rough

Hey shorty I can't get enough

Can't stop, won't stop - call me Puff

Hold me down to the ground, pick me up

Now move it 'round, break it down, hold up

Scream loud, black and proud, let's ######

Nine to five, do it live, sho' nuff

I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good

I like it cause you raised in the hood

Uhh, you put your back into it

I tell you no, change my mind, then I do it

You cute, you fine, you fire

I'm the boss, do the job, you hired

Heather Hunter must of got me inspired

To work for hours, fall asleep, get you tired cause

 

[Chorus]

I can't stop thinkin 'bout you

Or the way you do what you do

With you I can not lose

I put it down like some brand new shoes

I can't stop thinkin 'bout you

The way you do what you do

With you I can not lose

Now let me put it down

 

[scratched] I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good

[scratched] I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good (YES!!)

[scratched] I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good

 

[Missy Elliott]

He wan' take me to a ho-tale, see if it's good

If the nigga sm-ale, when I put it down

He like OH YEAHURR

Taste like apples and a bag of PEARS

Right here, right dere, everywhere

To the bed, to the kitchen, in the wooden chair

He like to hear me moan like MMM-YEAH

Boy's in the zone and I don't care

Sittin on his lap, pullin on my track

He piggidy piggidy piggidy piggy my back

In fact no slack, ###### he the mack

He ain't got to work me like dat

 

[Chorus]

 

[scratched repeatedly] I'm the boss

[scratched] I'm the boss, do the job, you hired

[scratched] I'm the boss, do the job, you hired

 

[Missy Elliott]

What I'm sayin, you the man, I'm in love

And I like when you do it rough

Hey shorty I can't get enough

Can't stop, won't stop - call me Puff

Hold me down to the ground, pick me up

Now move it 'round, break it down, hold up

Scream loud, black and proud, let's ######

Nine to five, do it live, sho' nuff

[! M@ro@mD !]

Teary Eyed

 

 

 

[Verse 1]

You're the reason i don't trust no one

And i don't love no one

From the places i've come

Sad songs i've sung

All the times i've been stung

For you bring the worst out of me

(HOLLA!)

And i can't down these tears i've cried

The heaviness inside

Left me so petrified

Tried ta keep love alive

But i became too tired

Cuz you bring the worst out of me

 

(Eh, eh, eh, ehehay)

 

[Refrain]

I wish i could change the way things have gone

And start life anew and now maybe once again

I don't know anywhere but sumthin must've went wrong

And all i can say.......

 

[Chorus]

Is when i sing this song

I get so teary eyed

Cuz you get under my skin

Can't let you suck me dry

I was gonna marry you, have kids for you,

stay true to you, live life wit you

But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee)

 

[Verse 2]

And I compromised all my time

And rearranged my life

To make sure you was fine

Cuz our love was on the line

And i became so unkind

Cuz you brought the worst out of me

(You brought the worst out of me)

This is (this is) how the story goes

Those ones who know

when its out of control

You work (work) and you work (work)

And sumone gets hurt

And i guess that be me.....

 

(When I sing)

When i sing this song

I get so teary eyed

Cuz you get under my skin

Can't let you suck me dry

I was gonna marry you, have kids for you,

stay true to you, live life wit you

But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee)

 

(Eh, eh, eh, ehehay)

 

[Refrain]

I wish i could change the way things have gone

And start life anew and now maybe once again

I don't know anywhere but sumthin must've went wrong

And all i can say.......

 

(When I sing)

Is when i sing this song

I get so teary eyed

Cuz you get under my skin

Can't let you suck me dry

I was gonna marry you, have kids for you,

stay true to you, live life wit you

But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee)

[! M@ro@mD !]

Mommy

 

 

 

[Missy Elliott]

Please stand UP!

In 2005, the industry will be ######-whipped

It won't be EA-SY

 

[scratched] Mommy look good yeah mommy look right

 

[Missy Elliott]

They like mommy with the cute face, can I get a date

Mommy got a cool shake, mommy make 'em wait

Papi havin trouble tryin to keep up the pace

Mommy got a hook I let my ###### be the bait

Mommy got that good ######, that really good ######

The type of chick you get with, that really good ######

Mommy got them niggaz goin crazy for the ######

Call me Flash, make a dash, get a nigga for his cash

Mommy nuck and buck with a quick uppercut

Mommy sport shell toes, I put my Nikes up

I used to dress D-boy, now I dress girly

Wake up real early with my brais lookin curly

Mommy let 'em know who she is, what she 'bout

Yeah she 'bout money, mommy turnin niggaz out

Mommy got bills, car sit on big wheels

In the club mommy chill while them haters ice grill

 

[Chorus: Missy Elliott]

Mommy cute like Fendi suits

Mommy fresh these my real breasts

Mommy sex cause mommy groan

Mommy be that good ###### at home

Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy

###### mommy, roll like armies

Mommy ###### like a Cadillac

Mommy give 'em heart attacks

 

[Missy Elliott]

They call me lil' momma lookin big in my Hummer

Momma on the corner, lil' momma be a stunner

Fly to the Hummer quick faster than a runner

Foot on the gas, VROOOM, engine gunner

Mommy look good, yeah mommy look right

Mommy stay hood, mommy be yo' type

Mommy get excited, mommy ask you to bite it

Mommy know you like it, tell papi don't fight it

Capital M-O-M-M-Y

Mommy got 'em pussed, take any chick guy

Mommy got a deal, mommy spit ###### real

Mommy give 'em chills when she wear high heels

Mommy get the money get the money get the money

Mommy find a man who can go and get it for me

Mommy look fresh in Respect Me sweats

Stay best dressed, showin off my breasts

 

[Chorus]

 

{*beat changes*}

 

[scratched] Mommy get the money {*repeat 4X*}

 

[Missy Elliott]

Yeah mommy get buck like whoa lil' momma

Back it up like whoa lil' momma

When she shake it like whoa lil' momma

She get naked like HOLD UP MOMMA

Mommy be a freak, mommy let the world know

Mommy want 'em lickin from her head to her toe

If papi say no then lil' papi gotta go

If he broke no no mommy kick him out the do'

 

[Chorus]

[! M@ro@mD !]

Click Clack

 

 

 

Music...

 

WOOO

 

When I walk up in the club, they be pushin'

Misdemeanor got that ice that keep'em lookin'

(Uh-huh)

Crop top, drop tops on my Phantom, mang.

They be trippin' and them haters just ######.

(Woo)

 

Feelin' on me, feelin' on me like a pornstar,

I drive a fast car, still shave my chocha.

(Uh-huh)

Get the cash, get the cheddar, get the beans mean,

(Uhhh)

Ching-a-ling, bling bling, my money real green

 

[CHORUS]

Who dat?

Who dat?

Player better fall back,

st-step back, player better fall back.

Click-Clack, ###### back

Semi-automatic track

Drink a lot of Similac,

Shorty better fall back.

 

(WOO)

I fall down, get up

then I gotta dust it off

(Uh-huh)

(Say you got to dust it off?)

Yeah, I quickly dust it off.

I'm off the wall,

I do brawl, don't stall

Yes it's on,

Said it's on, I can't be cloned

You can call me Mike Jones.

 

305-212-804, My cell

(WOO)

Y'all must be dumb as hell

If y'all think that is my cell.

 

Hotel, motel, Holiday-

Don't play-

round the way, OJ

Yeah, I'm so icey.

(AAH)

 

What them haters say?

Misdemeanor OK.

(Uh)

Call me foreplay,

Position more than 40 ways.

(Uh-huh)

Like a chocolate glaze,

I'm hotter than a summer day.

Stingray, Sugar Ray,

Knuckles all up in your face.

 

[CHORUS]

 

I block-a block-a,

Straight jocker,

Matter fact, a face snapper.

Money stacker, no slacker,

Hit rapper, gun strapper.

I click, click

hear my--

Click-click.

 

2 snaps, you hit, then I--

click-click.

I make cash, pay them bills,

I pay them bills that buy new wheels.

I wear high heels,

I touch and feel,

catch me in your man grill.

 

My record deal, my movie deal

Is super sick-sick.

I click-click, and if you doubt me then I--

Click - click.

(Uh-huh)

 

Smack them boys,

I will destroy-

Hit, hit, straight down and

split-split ya boy.

 

I kick-kick like Karate flick-flicks

You get your ###### bit,

Don't make me have to-

Click-click

 

[CHORUS]

 

[FADE]

[! M@ro@mD !]

Time And Time Again

 

 

 

The things you said to me

Can't make or break me

Everything you've bought I give back

absolutely everything

And, I am through with you

You and your crazy moods

You be trippin' and slippin' and givin' attitudes

I deserve the finer things

The joy that love brings

And you'll be missin' my kisses'

And makin' love, see

I'm better off alone

Can't wait 'til you get gone

Ain't no need to keep hoping 'cause it's over and done

 

[Hook x 2]

Why do you keep coming back time and time again?

You promised me you'd change your ways time and time again

I heard the same old lyin' from you time and time again

And why I take you back? because I cannot change a man

 

No use in talkin', better get to walkin'

Better get them chicks who turn tricks

'Cause I'm just too smart, man

I hate men who lies who looks me in my eyes

Come up with alibis for the thousandth time

I won't take bullshit

Leave ya ###### with the quickness

Because I'm stable and able to live my life alone

Boy I'm through with you

No more to say or do

'Cause you're too confused

And it's over and done

 

[Hook x 2]

 

(Rap)I be comin' with a rap on a ballad

You should vote Misdemeanor on your ballots

'Cause you know I blow ya mind anytime that I rhyme

And I be down for a challenge

I'm wicked I-C-K icked

And I twist a twisted

>From coast to coast I brag and boast

I'm better than most insufficient

I got that good love

That goody goody good love

That poody poody pusha

Slick talkin' sista to any nigga that wanna get with her

Don't ever diss her M dot S E

(Talks) And let me stop playin' with y'all motha fuckas

This aint no rap record get back to the hook

 

[Hook x 2]