Missy Elliott Album

[No lyrics]

(featuring Mary J. Blige)

Eh yo Mary, I need you to vibe wit me on this one, uh
Uh

[Missy Elliot]

Check it
As I grab my pad and pen and begin to talk from within
Oh God im hot as the water like a preacher whos sinned
Im only human but
The world has put me on a platform since the day I was born
To only wait for my downfall but like a brick wall im too hard to brake
Ok I do make mistakes but im the realest from the fake
Thats why im the hardest to hate
I live baby girl i've learned to love those while ther still awake
Sleep Sleep
And prepare a place for those who are good in the projects and hood
Give to those who are misunderstood
I know like Lisa, Pac and Biggie and Jay and Pun are still No1
There will be more of us to come
I am a leader a teacher I gotta, like a single parent provider
Put in back those hip hop dividers
Like a preist with a back slider
I've sinned ut I win
And anyone we've lost in life from 9-11
We'll be sure to see again

[Mary J. Blige]

What you hear is not a test, im rockin to the beat [x2]
See me and my crew, and my friends were gonna try to move our feet
See I am Mary Blige and i'll like to say hello
To the black to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow
First you gotta................first you gotta

[No lyrics]

Ft: Ludacris

[Intro]
Listen up everyone! we have been just informed
That there's an unknown virus that's attacking all clubs
Symptoms have been said to be - heaving breathing
Wild dancing, coughing
So when you hear the sound - WHO-DI-WHOOOO!
Run for cover..
WOOOOOO! Ahh daddy! Ooooo! Ah! oh, ooh!
Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ooh)
Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ah)
Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ah)
Pass that dutch (whoo), pass that dutch

[Verse 1]
Misdemeanor on the flow, pretty boy here I come
Pumps in the bunk make you wanna hurt something
I can take your man I don't have to sex em
Hang em out the window call me Micheal Jackson (hehehee!)
I'm a pain in your rectum, I am that bitch y'all slept on
Heavy hitter, rhyme spitter, call me Re-Run
Hey hey hey, I'm what's happ'nin
Now to get my drink (that's right!)
Shake ya ass till it stink (that's right!)
Mr. Mos' on the beat (that's right!)
Put it down for the streets (that's right!)

[Chorus]
(WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)
Pass that dutch, pass that dutch
Pass that dutch, pass that dutch, pass that dutch
Come on pass the dutch baby! (ahh!)
Shake-shake shake ya stuff baby!
(WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)
Pass that dutch, pass that dutch
Pass that dutch, pass that dutch
Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (ahh!)
Don't stop, get it till ya clothes get wet

[Verse 2]
Number one - drums go bump, bump, bump
This beat here will make you hoomp, boomp, jump
If you's a fat one, put your clothes back on
Before you start putting pot holes in my lawn
Oh my God, show em I'm large
Shove my beat up, attack like my name was Saddam
I am the bomb from New York to Milan
And I can write a song sicker than Jeffrey Dahm'
(Woop woop!) Don't touch my car alarm
Break in my car you will hear "Viper Armed"
I've been a superstar since Daddy Kane was raw
I'm live on stage, c'mon and give me some applause [applause]
"Thank you! oh thank you, you all are so wonderful!"

[Chorus]

[Interlude]
Listen up, you have five seconds to catch your breath
Five - four - three - two - one [alarm rings]

[Verse 3]
Pop that, pop that, make that money
Just keep it going, like the Energizer Bunny
Shake that, shake that, move it all around
Spank that, yank that, dutch back now
Freak him, freak her, whatever ya choice
Didn't come to judge, I came to get ya moist
Scream - (WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOO!) now my voice is lost
Can I get a ride on the white horse? [horse neighing]

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Pop that
Pass tha dutch baby!
Jiggle that fat
Don't stop, get it till ya clothes get wet

(featuring Jay-Z)

[Intro - Missy Elliott] {*w/ echoes*}
Hey yo Hov.. tell em
Hip-Hop better wake up

[Jay-Z]
Yeah! Turn the muh'fucking music up!
Breezy! Yeah! Turn the muh'fucking music up!

[Verse 1 - Missy Elliott]
Motherfuckers better wake up
Stop selling crack to the blacks
Hope ya brought a spare for ya flat
Cain has sent me talking real facts
Down the hill like Jill and Jack
Got speak what yo weak mind lacks
Ya heard that? I'm creative to the fullest
"Whachu talking bout Willis?"
Cause you talk it never kill it
I hear but don't feel it
Thou ain't realest, ya just sweet meat in the village
Yeah I'm a Don Diva Don Niva
Y'all not seen her, heater squeezed into a wife beater
Yep I'm a top leader, I got the Martin Luther King fever
I'm a feed ya whacha teacha' need to preach ya
It's time to get serious, black people all areas
Who gon carry us? It ain't time to bury us
Cause music be our first love, say 'I Do' let's cherish it

[Chorus - Missy Elliott]
If you don't got a gun (it's all right)
It you makin legal money (it's all right)
If you got to keep your clothes on (it's all right)
You ain't got a cellular phone (it's all right)
And your wheels don't spin (it's all right)
And you gotta wear them jeans again (it's all right)
Yeah, if you tried oh well (it's all right)
Emcees stop the beef, let's sell (it's all right)

[Verse 2 - Missy Elliott]
Hip-Hop better wake up, the bed to make ups
Some of y'all be faker than the dragon make up
Got issues to take up, before we break up
Like Electra let go, Missy need a baker
I love Jacob, but jewelry won't fix my place up
Gotta stay up, studio nights to cake up
Now check my flavor, rich folks is now my neighbors
I got cable, now check out how I made my paper
Hip-Hop don't stop, be my Lifesaver
Like Kobe and Shaq if they left Lakers
I'm like an elevator DJ on the crossfader
Black people wake up I'll see your ass later

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Jay-Z] + (Missy)
I need rims that don't listen and a booming system
First piece of change I see, I'm gon get one
7:45 - no lights to drive
I ain't even got a home, I guess I'll live in my ride
Fuck it!... ("rewind" - *echoes*)
"I can hear myself, but I can't feel myself
I'm wanna feel myself like Tweet"
7:45 - no lights to drive
I ain't even got a home, I guess I'll live in my ride
Fuck it, couple karats in the ear won't hurt
Need a nice chain, laying on this thousand dollar shirt
Ivizu Jeans cover the rectum, my kick game just like David Beckham
Anybody in my way, I wet them
I'ma be this way till the cops come catch 'em
Till detectives sketch em
On the sidewalk wit chalk, New York's infections
Till I got taught a lesson
Couple niggas gone, couple went Corrections, Hillary got ten
Till I got fifteen, nigga even my kin
Got five years bringin nineteen in
But just think I used to think like them
Now they gotta live through the pictures that I send them in the pen
Hope you don't start ya life where I end...
WAKE UP!

[*"Wake Up" - repeated to chorus*]

[Chorus]

(featuring Elephant Man)

[Missy Elliott]

Eh yo Timb, you know
Niggas like Dr Dre and the Neptunes and Just Blaze
They should be so hot they be keepin us workin yah feel me
But but that nigga R. Kelly
He got one of the illest lines when he say
"Is anybody feelin freaky"

[Elephant Man (Missy Elliott)]

Man up...yep, good to go
Ele-phant Man and Missy Elliott (yeah)
Ladies keep it movin (uh)
Gi dem di dance now
(Its like butter baby, its like butter)
Buss di dance now
(Its like butter baby, its like butter [x3])
Missy, Elliot
Ladies windin around
Tweet show dem kindly how fi do it
(Whoo) Come on

[Verse 1 Missy Elliott]

When you hear the song, role down yah window
Let the music thump yeah, thump thump thump thump
Take a walk in the club, thats how I role
You look so so down, so so so so
Now when you step out on the scene, so fresh so clean
Lookin like a wet dream, yo know what I mean
Its about that, what time would that be?
Wind yah waist line to the base line
Slow it down now get the beat right

[Chorus]

Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Buss yah (oh) grove (oh) n we gon' (oh )keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Shake shake (oh) yah body (oh) we gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Shake shake (oh) yah body (oh) they gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Buss yah (oh) grove (oh) n we gon' (oh )keep it (oh) movin (oh)

[Verse 2 Missy Elliott]

If you know you look good, say so say so
And you dont give a [ding], hell no hell no
Put yah hands in the air yeah, get yo hands up
Baby bounce baby bounce, get low get low
2 shots in yah club, yep just whats up
Get Timb to fill it up, yep just whats up
Its about that time, what time would that be
Wind yah waist line to the base line
Slow it down now get the beat right

[Chorus]

Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Buss yah (oh) grove (oh) n we gon' (oh )keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Shake shake (oh) yah body (oh) we gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Shake shake (oh) yah body (oh) they gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Buss yah (oh) grove (oh) n we gon' (oh )keep it (oh) movin (oh)

[Verse 3 Elephant Man]

Keep it movin love the way yah body groovin
Watch yah groovin, perspire sweat you losin
Put yah shoes in, dis ya dance a keep you movin
Its soodin, like dis yah ina di humma crusin
Take! di! dance! floor!, stop pretend like you nu hear
Mi see booty hear booty there booty shakin everywhere
Ina di club, ina di bar, ina di pool, ina di square
At di afta party mi see shakin booty i'll be der
Make! way!, move!, when big mamma appear
Just a back it up cock it up jock it up like she nuh care
Sai she was one a di chear leada fi Chigaco here
Everyting a dissappear when she appear
Come on

[Chorus]

Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Buss yah (oh) grove (oh) n we gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Shake shake (oh) yah body (oh) we gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Shake shake (oh) yah body (oh) they gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh)

[Elephant Man]

(featuring Fabolous)

[Missy Elliott]

Yeah!....OK!
Yall know how I do it
From old school rap to old school r&b
Yep thats me
We gon' do it one time like this
Oh...oh...come on

[Verse 1 Missy Elliott]

I remember when we first made love
It was so good
Nigga I was whipped n' all into it
Off of that good wood
And if I could I would persue it
But you wont let me do it
I like first time around wit playboy
You keep puttin me down...umm
I cant keep runnin away, from you
But the sex dont feel the same, no no no
You dont hold me nore kiss me like, you used to
I can tell your feelins changed
It must be some other bitch thats takin up, your time
If it is then let me know, oooohh
So I wont call you over to taste a piece of this good pie
Why you dont fuck me like before

[Chorus]

I like the first time [X2]
I like the first time [X2]
I like the first time talkin bout the, second time
I like the first time [X2]
I like the first time [X2]
I like the first time talkin bout the, second time

[Verse 2 Missy Elliott]

I remember when we first, made love
It felt so good you made me cry, uhm uhm uhm
But now you just ruch to get it, over
And it dont feel like the first time

[Chorus x1]

[Verse 3 Fabolous]

Yeah you probly the first girl im sprung on im hung on the spots yeah
Put yah lips and tongue on you make me a fan
I took the cards that you dealt and made me a hand
Its the feelins that I felt that made me a man
Now im fightin to get it back like Mike Tyson
I wanna grab my helmet and ride but you took bike license
I just wanna do it like we did it before
Cindarella you was wit it before
Now I wanna bring a slipper, you act like you dont fit it nomore
Like I got it but I cant get it nomore
And I aint useually chaser cause I write wit my pencil
But also how to use my eraser
And at the present time I think about the past
I think about yo ass and can I see it in the future
If I see you i'll salute yah
Cause for your lovin im a soldier, Mami I thought I told yah

[Missy Elliott]

Why you dogin me out
Is this our last time
Say it again
Why you dogin me out
Oh what shall I do, yeah
Tell me what i've done to you

Yeah...let the beat ride...huhh
Then work that work that work that work that uh
Yeah...let the beat ride
Come on and work that, come on and work that come on come on

[Chorus x1]

[No lyrics]

[PRE-HOOK]
oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh
I'm,I'm,I'm,I'm,I'm really,really
Hot,Hot,Hot,Hot,Hot

[1st VERSE]
Let me holla' at the d.j.
Come on d.j. put that record on the replay
Don't you see how them bitches move they bootay
Everytime you play this record, smell like coochie
Follow dem',Screamin' like a groupay
Misdemeanor move my nookie like a hoochay
For them hatas fuck whatever you say
Because you know I'm too cool for you anyway
I'm just a bad bitch
M-I-S,Miss
I'm gonna' keep talkin' shit till you get this
I'm gonna' bust up in the club wit' no guest list
Them otha' artist, I keep em' all restless
I don't french kiss unless it's 50 cent
Vivica,we can share him like the president
Tabloids,I don't care,it's irrelevant,I'm heaven sent
Now watch how I do this shit

[PRE-HOOK]
[CHORUS]
I'm really,really hot
Everytime my records drop
Radio says I won't stop
Cus' I'm killin' em'

[2nd VERSE]
You don't know whatcha' talkin' bout
You would think I was Sug when I come out
My album hit hard when I roll out
Yall records make a bitch wanna' throw em out
And that's no doubt
See I rock bells
Fly as hell and cool as ?
Baby can't ya' tell
I lick my lips like I'm L.L.
And I'm doin' it,and doin' it,and doin' it well
Straight to the hotel
I'm cellabut so,boy,you gets no tell
Kiss,kiss and still you gets nowhere
Just two blue balls down in yo' underwear
I play unfair
I'm a hot gal
Hot cars and stars and strip bars
And ain't hot if I'm not there
I'm a true playa'
You can find me up in any record store
Hurry up and get chere

[PRE-HOOK]
[CHORUS]

Look,let me move to the left
Go head,let me fell myself
Touch my chest my sweat
Show that d.j. how I shake my breast
Jiggle,jiggle,jangle
Watch how my gludius dangle
I do a 1-2 step,STOP
No,I ain't done yet
Everybody in the club,go to work
Tight jeans,crop shirts,short skirts
I'm gonna' rock to the beat till' it hurt
I'm gonna' drop it on the streest
Yeah ya' heard
Hatas' I flip the bird
Got guns,so what,I ain't scurred
I came to boogie and swerve
I ain't lyin' folk that's my word

[PRE-HOOK]
[CHORUS]

Really-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-hot-hot-hot-hot-hot
Really-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-hot-hot-hot-hot-hot

(featuring R. Kelly)

[Missy]
Uhhhh
Ahhhh!

Have you ever been in the mind of a virgin?
It gets hot and curious (And ooaaa)
Well let me take you there
Are you ready, boy?
Come on baby, strap up, cause it might get serious (uh ooaaa!)
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 (ohhhhh!)
With you I might wanna spend my life

[Chorus 1]
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
AAHHHHH!
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

[Chorus 2]
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

[BRIDGE: 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, ooooo
Boy, you feel me sizzle (feel me sizzle)
So sweet helped me do almost anything

[CHORUS 2] w/ad-libs

[MUSIC FADES]

[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 ?? 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

[Chorus-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 (awww), 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

[Chorus-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 (awww), 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

[Bridge-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

[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 ?

[bridge-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

[Chorus-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 (awww), push it, push it real good

[No lyrics]

[INTRO]
Whatchu mean I don't need you no more?
Cause I don't!
I gotta bag full of toys and I don't need none of your boys
So you can hit every chick on the block
Cause I'm gone be alright once I turn this power on, ya dig?

[VERSE 1]
Toys!
You don't get the job done when I need a little loving
So I gotta do it myself if I wanna feel something
So I grab me a toy, 'lil boo ain't buggin'
Now I want some affection and you ain't giving me nothing

[CHORUS]
A toy, every girl must have a toy
The way it make you feel
Every girl has a toy now, baby!
A toy, every girl must have a toy
The way it make you feel (Uh, c'mon!)

[VERSE 2]
I keep my butterfly close when you ain't wanna be bothered
Don't come waking me up, cause I ain't giving you nada
Cause I got me a toy (Tooooy)
And it works for me and it lasts longer than the battery
So you best believe that

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 3]
I used to wish that you would love me
And fantasize on how we used to be
Until I discovered something better than you
I don't need, no need, your loving
You wanna come home late at night touchin' and feelin' all over me
But I don't need no help in pleasing me
Oh!

[CHORUS]

[OUTRO]
How could I miss you baby, I didn't even know you was gone
It's obvious you aren't needed in the bedroom anymore
I'm just keeping myself occupied like all women do when they are taking a bath
And when you leave, make sure you don't slam the door because you fuck up my
concentration

Tooooy!

(featuring Timbaland)

[Timbaland]
Gotta cut the music up man

[Missy Elliott]
AAhhhh

[Timbaland]
Gotta cut the music up man

[Verse 1 - Missy Elliott]
I'm-I'm-I'm Mi-Mi-Mi-Missy
Radio play m all the time
Write my own rhymes and I swear I'm fly
This flow here form 83
From a to z you can't fuck wit me
Me and Timbaland man I'll be damn
Remember when Lyte was in love wit Sam
I used to be in love wit this guy name Sam
But to me oh my Gosh he was one in a million
I came through cause I rock the show
Wack MC's get kicked in the throat
Keep on sleepin cause you think I'm a joke
Uh, Uh, Uh
Let it bump (Let it bump)

[Chorus 2x] [Missy] (Timbaland)
I'm Missy
I'm-I'm
Let it bump (Let it bump)
I'm Missy
Let it bump (Let it bump)
I'm Missy
I'm Missy on the microphone (Gotta cut the music up man)

[Verse 2 - Missy Elliott]
I'm Missy on the microphone
I'm stupid fresh that's the shit I'm on {come on}
Sucka MC's come new in the game
Swear ya hip-hop you just a new jack swing {uh)
Remember when Shantay was live on stage
Shantay was live on stage
Let me back that shit up
For ya for ya no hip-hoppers
I'm Missy on the microphone
I'm stupid fresh that's the shit I'm on
Sucka MC's come new in the game
Swear ya hip-hop but don't know Daddy Kane
This time Missy rhyme crazy though
Haters wanna know my antidote
Try to catch up cause ya mind is slow

[Chorus 2x] [Missy] (Timbaland)

[Break] Missy & (Timbaland)
(Gotta cut the music up man)
Me and Timba-Timba-Timba-Timba Timbaland
Me and Timbaland man I'll be damn
(Cut Cut Cut-cu-cu cut the music up man)
(Cut Cut Cut-cu-cu cut the music up man)

[Verse 3 - Timbaland]
Me and Missy come fresh on tracks {oh}
5 albums deep can ya handle that {that}
We came from the basement to platinum plaques {plaques}
We sittin on something this black on black {oh}
Jimmy Dean, he's the engineer {neer}
A nigga been down for about 10 years {years}
Fixin that stuff to make it sound so clear {clear}
Uh, Uh, Uh
Let it bump (Let it bump)

[Chorus 2x] [Missy] (Timbaland)

(featuring Nelly)

[Missy Elliott] {Nelly}

Hey yo, Nelly! This is fire
{What you talkin' about, girl?}
Let's make it hot for the clubs
{Missy!} Wooooo!

(*"This is fire!" cut and scratched*)

[Verse 1 - Missy Elliott]
Down South girls got them real BIG BUTTS
Real big butts make ya man wanna look (OH!)
Back it up, flip it up, skinny girls - eugh!
Love my guts, so fuck a tummy tuck
(Oh yeaaah?) Yeah! I shakes my butt
I shakes my gut like "yeah, bitch what?"
Yeah I likes it rough, tough
Ask your man how I'm good in handcuffs
Me and Nelly came to rock the club
Pack the place, don't push or shove
Out of the club, straight to the crib
I'll let you know if the sex was good

[Hook - Missy Elliott] + {Timbaland}
Pump it up! {Show me love, G}
Pump it up! {Let me see what you working wit'}
Pump it up! {Let me see those big-ass hips}
Pump it up! {Pump it up}
This is how me and Nelly pump it up
Pump it up! {Show me love, G}
Pump it up! {Let me see what you workin wit'}
Pump it up! {Let me see those big-ass hips}
Pump it up! {Pump it up}
C'mon

[Verse 2 - Missy Elliott]
DOWN SOUTH PLAYERS! WE GOT THAT FIRE MADE!
Get up on my booty, tutti-fruiti on the rooty
I'm a thick chick, skinny girls act snooty
No matter what your size, my big thighs'll do my duty
Look at the way my rump shake like a movie (SAY WHAAAT?)
See my tight jeans and the coochie
Spend a little looty, you gotta WORK for the booty (Yup)
Me and Nelly HOT ON THE TRACK (Track!)
Nelly, can't no-one EVER TOP THAT (Top that!)
Niggaz we came to rock the club (C'mon!)
DJs better Pump It Up
Motherfuckers need to back it up
'Cause we gon' tear the roof off the club

[Hook]

(*beat stops, needle crackling*)

[Missy] *talking*
You know, Down South chicks got big asses
and we a little heavy sometime, but when
you're from the South, we don't call that
"fat". We call that "big-boned". Fo' sho

(*scratching, beat starts again*)

[Verse 3 - Nelly]
Yeah, ma! I heard you like the magic stick
Me? I got the gadget stick, it's like "Go, go, gadget dick"
You know, make you climb the walls and shit
I make her wanna press pause and shit
Walk up in the party, girls swingin' they panties
They was doing that before I had them brandys
I get a little freaky when I'm in my yammy
I may act a little freaky but I still got manners
It's Nelly, felony, and Missy Misdemeanor
Both going down, there's just to many heaters
Check the records, we got records that broke records in record time
I ain't talkin' about the records that they buyin'
Lyin', can a nigga keep up with me?
You see I, still standin VI stackin' the "Ride Wit Me"
You struggle to recoup
I struggle on which Coup' to ride in
[Missy] See how we be stylin'?

[Hook]

(*"This is fire!" cut and scratched to fade*)

[Intro]
Yeah, ohhh-ohh
Yeaahhh, yeaaa
I love you more then my mouth can say
I'll take a flight to kingston, anyplace
Just to be in yo face

[Verse 1]
From new york city to japan
I'll be there ba-by
Just call my phone and I'll come flying
On the next plane to you
Never worry cause I'm ya woman
And I promise ba-by
I promise you will be my man

[Chorus]
Cause baby it's real (real)
So real (so real)
Can't you tell by the look in my face, yeah
Oh baby it's real (it's real)
So real (so real)
I hope your feeling the same
Cause baby it's real

[Verse 2]
I'll follow you right to the moon
It could happen yeah
Just so we can be close as cousins
With my heart out to you
I love you more then words can offer
Pay attention ba-by
I hope this never ends my lover

[Chorus]
Cause baby it's real (it's real)
So real (so real)
Can't you tell by the look in my face, yeah
Oh baby it's real (it's real)
So real (so real)
I hope your feeling the same
Cause baby it's real

[Bridge]
I don't wanna spend a day without you
I don't get tired of being by you
I don't care bout the things about you
Boy it's real

[Chorus]
So real, so real (so real)
Can you tell by the look in my face, yeah
Oh baby it's real (it's real)
So real (so real)
I hope your feeling the same
Cause baby it's real

What's up motherfuckers?
I need to know is V-A up in this bitch?
New York, St. Louis, Chicago, Philly, LA, Atlanta
I'm diggin' that
But how about the ladies that got a head full of fake weave or braids
Holla at ya peoples
Oh! C'mon

Ooh baby let me fix my weave
Touch me up and let me fix my weave
You could pick me up about a quarter to 3
Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave
(Oh) Baby fix my weave
Baby baby let me fix my weave
On the highway I do above 90
(woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID

I met a guy named Tommy
Very charming
He was on me like cheese be on macaroni
His game real tight making me so horny
Fine enough for us to fuck and be his baby mommy
You really don't know me
So I moves it slowly
Brush up and let him hold me
Let me spit some baloney
Baby you could call me
If you go down on me
But you got to back up off me
Wearing cubic zirconia
I told him, "Baby let me fix my weave
I got a hair out of place and use a fake ID."
Pepe LePew voulez vous ooh oui
You want to misdemeanor me
You gotta spend more G's (ohhwee)

Ooh baby let me fix my weave
Touch me up and let me fix my weave
You could pick me up about a quarter to 3
Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave
(Oohwee) Baby fix my weave
Baby baby let me fix my weave
On the highway I do above 90
(woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID

I used to date a guy named Chris
Sloppy with his kiss
But he was good with his tongue
I called him Mr. Young One
Mr. Young One had a big ding-dong
Balls the size of ping-pong
I had him souped like won-ton
I put the beat on
And on my ass he skeet on
I put the heat on young gun
Fresh meat he season
Yes, yes we used to creep down the beach
He was insane like Rick James
And with a mask he's Superfreak
I told him, "Gimme cash to fix my weave
And I don't want no excuses 'bout your baby mommy
'cause your child support money don't fix my weave
and you know nigga please me no fuck for free."

Ooh baby let me fix my weave
Touch me up and let me fix my weave
You could pick me up about a quarter to 3
Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave
(Oh) Baby fix my weave
Baby baby let me fix my weave
On the highway I do above 90
(woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID

I got a call from Joe
He used to call me J.Lo
Hey-lo, how you doing?
Used to ask who I was screwing
Joe was pursuing
Sex was good all "ooh-in"
Moan he was grown
He would fuck me 'til the mo'nin'
I used to get vex when he would sex another bitch
Said "Baby don't trip, just like Ben I'm rich"
Jen don't bitch, then Miss don't bitch
Lopez get rich, call me Miss Affleck
I tell him, "Baby I need a new weave
Because my tracks feel whack, I want to hit the party
You want to play like Ben then give me your keys
'cause even Jen drive a Benz to go fix a weave."

Ooh baby let me fix my weave
Touch me up and let me fix my weave
You could pick me up about a quarter to 3
Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave
(Oh) Baby fix my weave
Baby baby let me fix my weave
On the highway I do above 90
(woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID

To the heavy weave cities
Miami, Jersey, D.C., the Carolinas, Detroit, Louisville, Ohio, to all the
projects
To the beauty salons, and curling irons stitching in that ? hair
Okay, oohwee yeah fix your weave
Straight up like a perm you heard

[No lyrics]

[Chorus]
I hope you can s-p-e-l-l
Nigga please you don't know me that well
I got a truck sittin on sprewells
My flow tight as h-e-l-l

[Verse One]
If you is a h-o-e get a j-o-b
I'm h-o-t on the t-o-p
Mister Mosely get the b-a-t
Dont copy this here cause I done d-i-d
It could get h-e-c-t-i-c
f-i-s-t in your f-a-c-e
Y'all don't know how crazy Missy be
Don't toy me I'm outta y'all leauge
Yes I'm bulletproof
Bitches I ain't foolin' you
You better learn a thing or two
You don't really want it boo

[Chorus]
I hope you can s-p-e-l-l
Nigga please you don't know me that well
I got a truck sittin on sprewells
My flow tight as h-e-l-l
S-p-e-l-l
Nigga please you don't know me that well
I got a truck sittin on sprewells
My flow tight as h-e-l-l

[Verse Two]
You just crazy if you think you Jay-Z
Sure ain't me cause I r-a-p
I'm v-i-p not we that's me
Timmy this beat is a h-i-t
Listen to the t-r-a-c-k
On the M-i-say from the motherfuckin VA
Y'all know k-i-g-e-r-ty
If y'all ask me y'all style booty
I hope you can s-p-e double L
I'm double XL y'all can all kiss tail
Y'all motherfuckers don't know me that well
My level came next and I'm not RL
And yes I'm bulletproof
Bitches I ain't foolin you
You better learn a thing or two
You dont really want it boo

[Chorus]
I hope you can s-p-e-l-l
Nigga please you don't know me that well
I got a truck sittin on sprewells
My flow tight as h-e-l-l
S-p-e-l-l
Nigga please you don't know me that well
I got a truck sittin on sprewells
My flow tight as h-e-l-l

[Verse Three]
I run yo block
I run them block
(Hah) Crack your windows cause I'm just that hot
That you forgot I got a big knot
(Cha-Ching) I must of hit the jackpot
I must of hit the jackpot cause my purse dont lie
The checks don't stop 'till they get writers block
Besta call the cops cause it'll put you in shock
Like the mind of Tupac I'ma rock 'till I drop
A-B-C-D-E-F-G
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P u-s-s-y thats pussy
for the fake MC who test ME
And yes I'm bulletproof
Bitches I ain't foolin you
You better learn a thing or two
You dont really want it boo

[Chorus]
I hope you can s-p-e-l-l
Nigga please you don't know me that well
I got a truck sittin on sprewells
My flow tight as h-e double l

(feat. The Clark Sisters)

We've been through things, feels like we've been to hell and back
And the ones you've lost, I'd give my life if I could bring them back
(bring them back, I'd give my life)
And your self esteem might be low from what people say (keep holding on)
Hold your head up high, I promise it's gonna be ok (ay, oh hey)

I'm not perfect just like you (I'm not perfect)
So come on let me give you a hug (come on let me give you a hug)
I got problems just like you (I got problems)
So don't nobody sit here and judge (just like you)
I'm not perfect just like you (we're gonna stick together)
So come on let me give you a hug (let's stick together)
I got problems just like you (woo, ooh, yeah)
And everybody needs some love

When you're feeling bad, some friends they can't be found
(look around, look around, be found)
Cause some people love it just to see you when you're down (down, yeah)
But it's ok, pick yourself up, start over again (that's what you gotta do)
If you try you will, you will succeed in the end
(the end, I know you will, oh yeah)

I'm not perfect just like you
So come on let me give you a hug (come on and let me give you)
I got problems just like you (I got problems)
So don't nobody sit here and judge (oh, yeah)
I'm not perfect just like you (no, no, no, no)
So come on let me give you a hug (come on and let me give you a hug)
I got problems just like you
And everybody needs some love

Shake a hand, shake a hand y'all, come on (oh shake somebody's hand)
To every woman, every man y'all, come on (oh, to every woman, every man)
Tell a friend, tell a friend y'all (ooh, shake a hand with someone)
Cause united we stand y'all (united we stand, by body we fall)

I'm not perfect just like you
(I'm not perfect, I've been through some things too)
I'm not perfect just like you
I'm not perfect just like you (ohh)
I'm not perfect just like you (ohh)

Ohh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(feat. Mary J. Blige)

[Missy Elliott]

Check it

See I don't want to say that this is the end
I'll end by saying this is where we'll begin
Hip hop is a freedom of expression, not a freedom of depression
Can I make my one suggestion?
Look at how we're labeled gangsta rappers
Is that their only impression? WAKE UP!!!!!
Rappers are craft art in a rapper's sport
Someone like a game of basketball can't be taught
But yet we accept the name thug
Like that's fly
See how they covered our eyes?
Give us names to separate us
Sit back and watch us beef and make us hate us! SAY WHAT!?!?!
I'm done talking
Mary J. Blige, let ‘em know this is not a test
I hear you calling

[Mary J. Blige]

What you hear is not a test (Oooh!)
I'm rocking to the beat (I'm rocking to the beat)
See me and my crew and my friends
We're gonna try to move your feet (Move around, move around)
See I am Mary Blige and I'd like to say, “Hello” (Thank you for inviting me)
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow.
But first you gotta…
But first you gotta…