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Pass That Dutch : Missy Elliott {Hi-VDO}

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Pass That Dutch
by Missy Elliott

Song details
Name Pass That Dutch
Artist(s) Missy Elliott
Album(s) This Is Not A Test! (2003)
LSI rank -
Submitter Kat ([email protected])
Correcter sARRA ([email protected])
Submitted -
Corrected 23-12-2004 21:52



Song lyrics
[Spoken] Listen up everyone
We have been just informed that there's an unknown virus that is attacking all clubs
Symptoms have been said to be heavy breathin, wild dancin, coughin'
So when you hear da sound HOOLIHOO
Run for cover mothafucker

[Pass That Dutch x8]

Misdemeanor on da floor
pretty boy here i come
pumps in the bum make u wanna hurt somethin
i can take ur man, i dont have to sex em
hang em out the window, call me michael jackson
i'm a pain in your rectum
i am that bitch all slept on
heavy hitter ryhmes betta call me re-run
hey, hey, hey i'm whats happenen
hypnotic in my drink (that's right)
shake your ass to da sink (that's right)
mr.mose on da beat (that's right)
puttin down for da streets (that's right)

[Chorus]
Pass that Dutch x4
(Pass that Dutch) C'mon pass the dutch baby
shake shake shake your stuff ladies
Pass that Dutch x4
Pop dat, pop dat, jiggle dat fat
don't stop gettin til your clothes get wet

Numba one, drums go bump, bump, bump
this beat here will make you hump, pump, jump
if you's a fat one
put your clothes back on
before you start puttin potholes in my lawn
oh my god, show my lawd
i'm under attack like my name is saddam
i am the bomb from new york to milan
and i can write a song sicker than jeffrey john
who touched my car alarm
break in my car, you will hear viper arm
i've been a superstar since daddy king was raw
i'm live on stage c'mon and give me some applaude
(applause) thank you, oh thank you, you all are so wonderful

[Chorus]

Listen up mothafuckers
you have 5 seconds to catch your breath
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
pop dat, pop dat, make dat money
just keep it goin like the energizer bunny
shake that, shake that, move it all around
spank that, yank that, dutch back now
freak him, freak her, whateva your choice
didnt come to judge i came to get you moist
scream [hoolihoo] then my voice is lost
can i get a ride on a white horse

[Chorus]

Pop dat
Pass the dutch baby
Jiggle dat fat
 
Come Get Some : TLC ft. Lil Jon

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Come Get Some (Feat. Lil Jon Young_bloodz)
by TLC

Song details
Name Come Get Some (Feat. Lil Jon)
Artist(s) TLC
Album(s)
LSI rank -
Submitter CuteShorty69
Correcter
Submitted -
Corrected -



Song lyrics
We gon' start this thing alright (Say what)
We got the Dirty South in the house tonight (Yeah)
We gon' start this thing alright (Say what)
We got the ATL in the house tonight (Yeah)
We gon' start this thing alright (Say what)
There's some sexy ladies in the house tonight (Okay)
We gon' start this thing alright (Say what)
We got TLC in the house tonight

Baby, if I drop it down to the ground
Then put it in yo face
Now whatchu gon' do
Shawty, if I shake it and turn around
And back it up on ya
Whatchu gon' do

If you want some, come get some
If you want some, come get some
If you want some, come get some
If you want some, Shawty, come get some

Went to the club, you know I gotta gig it up
Make sure my hair looks right
Know I'm lookin' good, wanna throw my butt jeans on
Show me my ass look tight

Ooh, we look tough and we start doin' our strut
Move to the beat, get some
Don't think you really want none
But if you want some, get some

Baby, if I drop it down to the ground
Then put it in yo face
Now whatchu gon' do
Shawty, if I shake it and turn around
And back it up on ya
Whatchu gon' do

If you want some, come get some
If you want some, come get some
If you want some, come get some
If you want some, Shawty, come get some

Girls from the South know when I'm tryin' start out
Fellas know what it's all about
Shake it in the club, then take you out to grub
Down at the waffle house

We get crunk, we know how to show you love
Can't nobody do it like us
Don't think you really want none
If you want some, get some

Baby, if I drop it down to the ground
Then put it in yo face
Now whatchu gon' do
Shawty, if I shake it and turn around
And back it up on ya
Whatchu gon' do

If you want some, come get some
If you want some, come get some
If you want some, come get some
If you want some, Shawty, come get some

If y'all don't know in the South
We keep the party jumpin'
From dusk to dawn we keep it crunk
We keep the masses bumpin'

Y'all don't want none
Y'all don't want none
But if you think you can hang with the A
Don't front, come get some

What's happenin', Shawty, it's Sean Paul from the East
side
Wanna grab them thighs, baby, lots of grip applies
Love the way your jeans fit 'cause your hips wide
I know you from the South, I can tell from your
backside
From Sean, let me show you how to lay it right
Money ain't a thang baby, 'specially if you act right
A young Shawty, but I'm sure you got your own money
The only time you see me runnin', baby, if the po'
comin'
Shawty lookin' good, do that dance
I'm pretty sho' you know I know what's in them pants
I'mma G Shawty, give me a chance
And if you thinkin' I'm just poppin', I'll leave in
advance
Oh, no, Shawty, I don't play
I could tell from the shell you born and raised in the
A
So I'm pretty sure I know where you stay
Baby, if you hit me on the hip then I'll be in it to
way

Now right about now (What's up)
We gon' break this thang down (Well, break it down then)
If you know how to stomp (Stomp)
We need y'all to crank it on up (Let's go)
Like this (Like this)

Do the A-Town Stomp
Do the A-Town Stomp
Do the A-Town Stomp
Do the A-Town Stomp, hey

Baby, if I drop it down to the ground
Then put it in yo face
Now whatchu gon' do
Shawty, if I shake it and turn around
And back it up on ya
Whatchu gon' do

If you want some, come get some
If you want some, come get some
If you want some, come get some
If you want some, Shawty, come get some

Baby, if I drop it down to the ground
Then put it in yo face
Now whatchu gon' do
Shawty, if I shake it and turn around
And back it up on ya
Whatchu gon' do

If you want some, come get some
If you want some, come get some
If you want some, come get some
If you want some, Shawty, come get some

Baby, if I drop it down to the ground
Then put it in yo face
Now whatchu gon' do
Shawty, if I shake it and turn around
And back it up on ya
Whatchu gon' do

If you want some, come get some
If you want some, come get some
If you want some, come get some
If you want some, Shawty, come get some
 
Girl Talk : TLC

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Girl Talk
by TLC

Song details
Name Girl Talk
Artist(s) TLC
Album(s) 3D (2004)
LSI rank -
Submitter Ashleigh
Correcter
Submitted 15-01-2005 16:07
Corrected 15-01-2005 16:07



Song lyrics
You see I had this brother who was mad at me
Cuz I told my home girl that he was packin'
Told the truth so I really don't give a damn
That I spilled the beans on his little short stem man (oh)
Some of y'all be foolin' us
Big feet big hands just plain big
The sex ain't worth a damn
We women wanna know these things
If y'all got the bat but not the swang

Put in work
If you don't want the girl to talk
And you don't want your feelings hurt
Put in work
Cause if you don't
That girl's just gon' go spreadin' the word

Girls talkin' got ya all caught out there
Why you thinkin' that it's all about ya
Forget she told me everything about ya
But the girls are talkin'
The girls are talkin'
Girls talk about the booty too
About the way a brother is hangin' too
When you didn't think that nobody knew
You see the girls are talkin'
The girls are talkin'

Listen y'all need to know this
That we'll straight up go tell your business
So if you're gonna come you better come with it
If you ain't swingin' just put your tongue in it (oh)
Some of y'all be killin me
Thinkin' you got powers like Austin
But you're more like Mini-Me
And when you finally get your blood flowin'
It be lookin' like a pinky with a glove on it

Put in work
If you don't want the girl to talk
And you don't want your feelings hurt
Put in work
Cause if you don't
That girl's just gon' go spreadin' the word

Girls talkin' got ya all caught out there
Why you thinkin' that it's all about ya
Forget she told me everything about ya
But the girls are talkin'
The girls are talkin'
Girls talk about the booty too
About the way a brother is hangin' too
When you didn't think that nobody knew
You see the girls are talkin'
The girls are talkin'

What up papi
You think you got game?
(Well holla at me)
I know you're feelin' like my sexual tame
Can make ya happy
You'll remember me
Left Eye - TLC
You got to lick it before you stick it
And that's just me
I be killin' 'em with the Gucci fits and kicks
And you be hurtin' my ears with them lines so swift
You get a new approach
You're game's a joke
Co-signin' from the sidelines tryin' to poke
I'm bigger than that
You're small talk face the fact
You wanna rock the boat a little
Well earn your pass
And it's the last call for alcohol
Meet at the bar
Me and my girls doin' it big
We pop stars (yeah)

Girls talkin' got ya all caught out there
Why you thinkin' that it's all about ya
Forget she told me everything about ya
But the girls are talkin'
The girls are talkin'
Girls talk about the booty too
About the way a brother is hangin' too
When you didn't think that nobody knew
You see the girls are talkin'
The girls are talkin'

Girls talkin' got ya all caught out there
Why you thinkin' that it's all about ya
Forget she told me everything about ya
But the girls are talkin'
The girls are talkin'
Girls talk about the booty too
About the way a brother is hangin' too
When you didn't think that nobody knew
You see the girls are talkin'
The girls are talkin'

Girls talkin' got ya all caught out there
Why you thinkin' that it's all about ya
Forget she told me everything about ya
But the girls are talkin'
The girls are talkin'
Girls talk about the booty too
About the way a brother is hangin' too
When you didn't think that nobody knew
You see the girls are talkin'
The girls are talkin'
 
Damaged : TLC

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Damaged
by TLC

Song details
Name Damaged
Artist(s) TLC
Album(s) 3D (2004)
LSI rank -
Submitter Erica H ([email protected])
Correcter Rickey Wells Rickey17 ([email protected])
Submitted -
Corrected -



Song lyrics
I know I'm kind of strange
To you sometimes
Don't always say
What's on my mind
You know that I've been hurt
By some guy
But I don't wanna mess up this time

:BRIDGE:

And I really really really care
And I really really really want you
And I think I'm kinda scared
'Cause I don't want to lose you
If your really really really there
Then maybe you can hang through
I hope you understand
It's nothing to you

::CHORUS::

My heart's at a low
I'm so much to manage
I think you should know that
I've been damaged
I'm falling in love
There's one disadvantage
I think you should know that
I've been damaged

I might look through your stuff
For what I don't want to find
Or I might just set you up
To see if you're all mine
I'm a little paranoid
From what I've been through
Don't know what you got yourself into

::BRIDGE::

And I really really really care (I care about you so much)
And I really really really want you (I really do want you)
And I think im kinda scared (But I'm scared with every touch)
'Cause I don't want to lose you ('Cause I don't wanna lose you)
If your really really really there (If you care for me like you say)
Then maybe you can hang through (Maybe you can hang through)
I hope you understand (I hope you understand)
It's nothing to you (It's nothin' to you)

::CHORUS::

My heart's at a low (low)
I'm so much to manage
I think you should know that (I think you should know)
I've been damaged
I'm falling in love (I'm fallin' in love)
There's one disadvantage
I think you should know that (I think you should know that)
I've been damaged

::CHORUS::

My heart's at a low
I'm so much to manage (I'm so much to manage)
I think you should know that (I think you should know that)
I've been damaged (I've been damaged)
I'm falling in love (I love you so)
There's one disadvantage (I love you so)
I think you should know that
I've been damaged

::BRIDGE::

And I really really really want you
And I think I'm kinda scared
'Cause I don't want to lose you (you)
If you're really really really there (If you really care)
Then maybe you can hang through
I hope you understand
It's nothing to you (It's nothin' to you)

::CHORUS::

My heart's at a low
I'm so much to manage
(Oh, I think you)
I think you should know that
(I've been damaged)
I've been damaged (I've been damaged, baby)
I'm falling in love (Fallin' in love with you, baby)
There's one disadvantage (Yeah)
I think you should know that
I've been damaged

::CHORUS::FADES::

My heart's at a low (Yeah, yeah)[Yeah, yeah]
I'm so much to manage (Yeah ee Yeh eh eh)[Yeah, yeah]
I think you should know that (Yeah ee yeh)[Yeah, yeah]
I've been damaged (Ay Yeah)
I'm falling in love [Yeah, yeah](Yeah, yeah)
There's one disadvantage [Yeah, yeah](Yeah ee Yeh eh eh)
I think you should know that [Yeah, yeah]
I've been damaged
 
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Hands Up : TLC

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Hands Up
by TLC

Song details
Name Hands Up
Artist(s) TLC
Album(s) 3D (2004)
LSI rank -
Submitter meikjuh ([email protected])
Correcter erica ([email protected])
Submitted -
Corrected -



Song lyrics
Rollin' to the club
Stop to get my grub on
Nothin' like those Krispy Kremes
Soon as I was done
It was time to get my groove on
Find a place that's happenin'
And I knew that it was on

From the moment that I walked into the spot
It was bangin'
It was swangin' oh
Till somethin' turned me off
I wasn't sure
Coulda swore I saw you with someone
And at much to my surprise (whoa)

Chorus:
You were right there with your hands up in the air
You had hoochies everywhere
All on you
It's like I almost didn't know you
Tryin' to shake that ass
Playa you don't even dance
Sup wit' you
It's like I don't even know you

Left you at the crib
Cause I know you get your game on
Happens every Tuesday night
You said that you was cool
Your boys was comin' by
(Go baby have yourself a real good time)
So I knew I could be wrong

I was thinkin' there's no way it could be you
Not my baby
He ain't crazy nooooooooo
Then my girlfriends tipped me off
When I got closer I could tell that it was you
You was bangin'
You was swangin' oh

Chorus

Chorus

Mindin' my own business
My pager's goin' off
My girlfriends tryin' to tell me
You're doin' wrong
I needed confirmation
I knew you was a dog
I just can't believe what I saw

Chorus

Chorus

Chorus
 
Let's Go (Remix) : Lil' Jon, Trick Daddy, Twista

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Let's Go(edited version)
by Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz

Song details
Name Let's Go(edited version)
Artist(s) Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz
Album(s)
LSI rank -
Submitter Dawn (mod) ([email protected])
Correcter Dawn (mod) ([email protected])
Submitted 25-03-2005 21:06
Corrected 25-03-2005 21:10



Song lyrics
[Lil Jon:]
Yeah (Yeaaaahhhh!)
Theres a lotta f**k ni**as in the club tonight,
(f**k em, f**k em, f**k em)
But its gonna be aight, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Cuz me and my clique we dont give a f**k ni**a.
Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil Jon

[Hook:]
Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!)
If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know),
I'm bout to f**k a ni**a up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!)
If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know),
I'm bout to f**k a ni**a up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!)

[Trick Daddy:]
If you want some, come get some,
Cuz where I'm from we tote big guns,
And everybody know somebody that
Know somebody that know somethin bout it,
And I want answers now who, what, where,
When and why,
See, a lotta dudes like to act a fool
And all get all loud but that aint my style,
And he who he gonna get and what he gonna do,
Run up on me if he want to,
Out there impressin his homies,
But he stood up in front of his mama,
I mop up the flo wit em,
And I kick in the door and let the .44 get em,
I got fools that'll go get em,
This for him, the crew and the dudes that run wit em.

[Hook]

[Twista:]
Gotta spit for the murderas,
And the killas,
And the thugstas,
That be f**kin up the ballas,
And the dealas,
And the hustlas,
Got me comin at you bogus in the V.I.
While they bumpin lil jon I'm a brush ya,
Its the psycho ni**a twista from
Chicago rollin with the Miami ni**a that'll crush ya,
We already been lookin for drama
If a ni**a try to get it to, but what if, still gotta get em,
Feelin fury from my tough sh*t that cant never be true
And no penicillin
I'm telling you Trick I'm fitna steal em
Got me swingin crysie and hennessy bottles,
In the club with my thug homies goin for the skrilla,
Don't get it twisted with that
Overnight celebrity you better be scared
Of me in my city I'm a killa.

[Hook]

[Trick Daddy:]
I ain't that rappin type arright,
And I that actin type arright,
This sulphane in my script,
I'm a play on you and you just a square,
See, once that hennessy into
Me the whole industry is my enemy,
If you aint no ten to me or friend to me,
B***h don't pretend to be,
I'm strictly for the thugs,
I'm part of the streets and straight out the hood,
That moments ghetto (ghetto),
Got me deep in gats for you wheezly cats,
I'm straight out the county of Dade,
Played on fire ni**a M-I-A,
Never gone south of the border,
Americas most wanted you gonna get slaughtered.

[Hook 2x]

[Trick Daddy:]
The AK go chop, chop, chop, chop
The SK go fire, fire, fire, fire
The AK go chop, chop, chop, chop
The SK go fire, fire, fire, fire
 
Damn! : East Side Boyz ft. Lil Jon

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Crazy In Love : Beyonce Knowles ft Jay Z {Hi VDO}

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Crazy in Love
by Beyonce feat. Jay-Z

Song details
Name Crazy in Love
Artist(s) Beyonce feat. Jay-Z
Album(s) Dangerously in Love (2003),
Live at Wembley [DVD Concert] (2004)
LSI rank -
Submitter Moi :)
Correcter Chingy Baby [Feb. 23/05]
Submitted -
Corrected 23-02-2005 23:52



Song lyrics
[Jay Z]
Yes, it's so crazy right now
Most incredibly, it's ya girl, Bee
It's ya boy, Young

[Beyonce]
You ready
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no

[Jay Z]
Yeah, history in the making
Part two, it's so crazy right now

I look and stare so deep in your eyes
I touch on you more and more every time
When you leave I'm begging you not to go
Call your name two or three times in a row
Such a funny thing for me to try to explain
How I'm feeling and my pride is the one to blame
Cause I know I don't understand
Just how your love your doing no one else can

[chorus]
Got me looking so crazy right now, your love's
Got me looking so crazy right now (in love)
Got me looking so crazy right now, your touch
Got me looking so crazy right now (your touch)
Got me hoping you'll page me right now, your kiss
Got me hoping you'll save me right now
Looking so crazy in love's
Got me looking, got me looking so crazy in love

Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no

When I talk to my friends so quietly
(Who he think he is) Look at what you did to me
Tennis shoes, don't even need to buy a new dress
If you ain't there ain't nobody else to impress
The way that you know what I thought I knew
It's the beat my heart skips when I'm with you
But I still don't understand
Just how the love your doing no one else can

[chorus]
Got me looking so crazy right now, your love's
Got me looking so crazy right now (oh crazy)
Got me looking so crazy right now, your touch (you're in love)
Got me looking so crazy right now (love!)
Got me hoping you'll page me right now, your kiss (hey!)
Got me hoping you'll save me right now
Looking so crazy in love's (hey)
Got me looking, got me looking so crazy in love

I'm Looking so crazy in love's
Got me looking, got me looking so crazy in love

[Jay Z (Beyonce)]
Check it, let's go
Young Hov, y'all know when the flow is loco
Young B and the R-O-C, uh oh (oh)
Ol' G, big homie, the one and only
Stick bony, but the pocket is fat like Tony Soprano (oh no)
The ROC handle like Van Axel
I shake phoneys man, you can't get next to
The genuine article I go, I do not sing though
I sling though, if anything I bling yo

A star like Ringo, worn like a green beret
Crazy bring ya whole set
Jay Z in the range, crazy and deranged
They can't figure them out they like, "Hey is he insane" (oh no)
Yes sir, I'm cut from a different cloth
My texture is the best fur, of chinchilla
(Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no)
Been dealing with chain smokers
But how you think I got the name Hova
(Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no)
I been realer, the game's over
(Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no)
Fall back young, ever since the label changed over
(Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no)
To platinum, the game's been wrap, One

[Beyonce]
Got me looking, so crazy, my baby
I'm not myself, lately I'm foolish, I don't do this
I've been playing myself, baby I don't care
Cause your love's got the best of me
And baby, you're making a fool of me
You got me sprung and I don't care who sees
Cause baby, you got me, you got me, so crazy baby
HEY!

[chorus]
Got me looking so crazy right now, your love's (oh love)
Got me looking so crazy right now (lookin' crazy)
Got me looking so crazy right now, your touch
Got me looking so crazy right now
Got me hoping you'll page me right now, your kiss (baby)
Got me hoping you'll save me right now (baby)
Looking so crazy in love's (whoa!)
Got me looking, got me looking so crazy in love (whoa!)

Got me looking so crazy right now, your love's
Got me looking so crazy right now (your love)
Got me looking so crazy right now, your touch
Got me looking so crazy right now (your touch)
Got me hoping you'll page me right now, your kiss
Got me hoping you'll save me right now
Looking so crazy in love's
Got me looking, got me looking so crazy in love
 
Just A Lil Bit : 50 cent

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Just A Lil Bit
by 50 Cent

Song details
Name Just A Lil Bit
Artist(s) 50 Cent
Album(s) The Massacre (2005)
LSI rank 28
Submitter Boosted3si
Correcter Dylan
Submitted 26-02-2005 13:56
Corrected 21-06-2005 14:03



Song lyrics
Yeah... Shady....Aftermath.. G-Unit

Damn baby all I need is a lil' bit...
A lil bit o' dis a lil bit o' dat...
Get crackin' in the club when you hear the shit..
Drop it like it's hot when you're workin' that back....
Girl shake that thing yeah work that thing,
Let me see it go up and down...
Rotate that thing, I wanna touch that thing when you make it go round and round...
I step up in the club I'm like who you with
G-Unit in the house yeah that's my clique
Yeah I'm young but a nigga from the old school,
On a dance floor nigga doing old moves...
I don't give a **** I do what I wanna do,
I hit your ass up boy I done warned you,
Better listen when I talk nigga don't trip,
Your heat in the club, mine's in this bitch,
I ain't tryin' to beef I'm tryin' to get my drink on.
I got my diamonds, my fitted, and my mink on..
I'm gonna kick it at the bar til it's time to go,
Then I'm gonna get shorty here and I'm gonna let her know...

[chorus]

All a nigga really need is a lil bit,
not a lot baby girl just a lil bit..
we can head to the crib in a lil bit..
I can show you how I live in a lil bit,
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit,
take 'em off pull em down just a lil bit,
get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit...
get to lickin', a lil bit...
[verse 2]

This is 50 comin' out your stereo..
Hard to tell tho cuz I switch the flow,
Eyes a little low cuz I twist tha dro
Pockets on swoll cuz I move the o's..
My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze
Come get your bitch she on me dawg,
She must a heard about the dough,
Now captain c'mon and save a hoe.

I get crunk in the club I'm off the chain
#1 on the chart all the time mayne
When the kid in the house I turn it out
Keep the dance floor packed that's without a doubt
Shorty shake that thing like a pro mayne
She back dat up on me I'm like oh man
I get close enough to her so I know she could hear
System thumpin' party's jumpin I say it loud and clear.

[chorus]

All a nigga really need is a lil bit,
not a lot baby girl just a lil bit..
we can head to the crib in a lil bit..
I can show you how I live in a lil bit,
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit,
take 'em off pull em down just a lil bit,
get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit...
get to lickin', a lil bit...

[bridge]
You really got me feelin' right.. (ya heard me)
My mama gone you can spend the night (ya heard me)
I ain't playin' I'm tryin' to **** tonight (ya heard me)
Clothes off, face down, ass up, c'mon (haha).

[chorus 2x]

All a nigga really need is a lil bit,
not a lot baby girl just a lil bit..
we can head to the crib in a lil bit..
I can show you how I live in a lil bit,
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit,
take 'em off pull em down just a lil bit,
get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit...
get to lickin', a lil bit...
 
Trapped In The Closet (Chapter 4 of 5) : R. Kelly

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Trapped In The Closet [Chapter 4]
by R. Kelly

Song details
Name Trapped In The Closet [Chapter 4]
Artist(s) R. Kelly
Album(s)
LSI rank 668
Submitter adriana colon
Correcter Gerald's Wife 4lyfe
Submitted 03-06-2005 18:15
Corrected 14-06-2005 08:24



Song lyrics
Now I'm dashing home
Doing 85
Swerving lane to lane
With fire in my eyes
I got a million thoughts going through my mind

I’m thinking about what I’m do and who Im'ma do it to when I get home
How could I have been so blind
And then I look in my rear view
I cannot believe this
Woo woo woo
Damn, here comes a policeman

He drove right up on me then flashed his lights
Then I pulled over without thinking twice
He hops out the car
Walks over to me and says
License and registration, please

I looked up at him and said officer is there something wrong
He said no, except you were doing 85 in a 60 mile zone
Then I said officer, let me explain please

You see the truth of the matter is
Is that I got an emergency
He said no excuses and no exceptions
I said this is some bullshit as he gave me the ticket

He said have a nice day and walked away
I said yea right and drove away
And then I turned my radio on
And did 70 on the way home

I pulled up in the drive way hopped out and slammed the car door
Then go around the back bust up in the house
And she screaming what's all that for

Then I’m like woman I called this house and a man picked up my phone
She says calm down did you forget my brother Twon came home
O (o) and that's all I could say o (o)

With a stupid look on my face (face)
Said I forgot he came home today (day)
And she says that's okay (kay) because honey I understand (stand)

She’s says you don't have to explain (plain)
Then I took her by the hand (hand)
I kissed her then we went to the room
Then I turned some music on

Apologized one more time
Then went down and started gettin' it on
Then she started biting her lips grabbing me and making noise

Now were making love and she's in my ear whispering its all yours
I said I love you
She said I love you too

Then a tear fell up out my eye
Then I called her my sunshine
And then she looked at me and said baby go deeper please

That’s when I started going crazy like I was tryna give her a baby
The room feels like its spinning
Cause we keep turning and turning

As if we were in a whirlwind
The way our toes are curling
Then next thing you know
She starts going real wild and screaming my name
Then i said baby we must slow down before I bust a vessel in my vain
She said please no don't stop
And I said I caught a cramp

She said please keep on going
I said my leg is about to crack
Then she cries out o my goodness Imma bout to climax
And I say cool climax just let go my leg

She’s says your the perfect lover
I said I can’t go no further
Then I flipped back the cover

O my god a rubber.....................................
 
Trapped In The Closet (Chapter 5 of 5) : R. Kelly

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Trapped In The Closet [Chapter 5]
by R. Kelly

Song details
Name Trapped In The Closet [Chapter 5]
Artist(s) R. Kelly
Album(s)
LSI rank 501
Submitter 411_on_lyrics
Correcter
Submitted 06-06-2005 13:44
Corrected 15-06-2005 21:02



Song lyrics
And now I'm like
Well, Well, Well
What the **** is this?
A condom in my bed?
You better start talkin bitch
Before I take a match and burn this motherfucka down
I said you better start talkin and start talkin right goddamn now
Then she said baby, I'm so speechless
Then I said my baby, your gonna be breathless
If you don't start talkin quick
Woman I'm gon have a fit
You don't know what your fucking with
Girl you better cut the bullshit
Now it's obvious somebody's been all up in my home
In my bed, and plus I smell cigarettes
Now I'm sniffin and lookin around
Suspicious like someone's here
Then i looked in her eyes and in her eyes were so much fear
Pull out my gun and say is he still here
She shook her head and said no
I'm checkin behind every door
She cried out he left right after you called
I said what the **** was you thinkin?
You thought that I wouldn't find this out?
And then I said you must be crazy
or on crack to have somebody up in my motherfuckin house
She hopped up and said thats enough
She said I can't take no more
And then she said you've made your point
But now it's time to even the score
She said I know all about last night
And where you went when you left the club
Yeah that's right nigga I was there
With this guy in the back of the club
I said I thought you was with your girls
She said I thought you was with your guys
She said you was at that bitch's house
And don't you even try to act surprised
I say bay, she says shut up
Don't you say a word
There aint nothin you can say
That I aint already heard
Then I said woman dont you try to turn it all around
Because the fact remains that someone else was in my house
Then she said your right about that
Somethin did go down
But I dont have to turn it around
Cuz what goes around comes back around
I'm movin a little closer to her
She trippin over furniture
She said wait precious let me explain
I said no need to just gimme his name
And then she says uhh, uhh, I say uhhh what?
She says please sit down in the chair and I say no I'm standing up
Then she cries out I'm so scared to tell you because of
what you might do
Then I scream look girl you better gimme this mans name
I'm not playin wit you
She says ok
wipes her nose and asks me about a girl named Tina
I thought to myself said it sound familiar
said I'd prolly know her if I'd seen her
Then I said anyway girl
What the hell does that got to do with this man
She said he know my girl Roxanne
I say who the hell is Roxanne
Then she say Roxanne's a friend of mine who knew this guy
named Chuck
Chuck's cool with this guy named Rufus
and I'm sittin there like what the ****
Then she says Rufus wife is Cathy
We both went to high school
She introduced me to the policeman that stopped you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
Joy : Missy Elliott

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Joy
by Missy Elliott

Song details
Name Joy
Artist(s) Missy Elliott
Album(s) The Cookbook (2005)
LSI rank -
Submitter
Correcter
Submitted 11-08-2005 18:31
Corrected 11-08-2005 18:31



Song lyrics
(feat. Mike Jones)

[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 ass 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 shit
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' shit up in a size 6 ladies
Be proud of yo' big-ass feet
We came to party up in this bitch
 
Party Time : Missy Elliott

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Party Time
by Missy Elliott

Song details
Name Party Time
Artist(s) Missy Elliott
Album(s) The Cookbook (2005)
LSI rank -
Submitter
Correcter
Submitted 11-08-2005 18:31
Corrected 11-08-2005 18:31



Song lyrics
What Time Is It?

[Chorus:]
Tonight it's party time
It's party time tonight (Wat time is it)
Tonight it's party time
It's party time tonight (Holla Holla)
Tonight It's party time
It's party time tonight (Cumadee)
Tonight it's party time
It's party time tonight

[Verse 1:]
A lot of hip hopers but yall just small talkers
Yall could risk gettin cut off like nick-a-bokers
Albums flop, yall better off playin soccer
Misdeameanor, my deaeanor me the club rocker
I flo froppa, keep my goodies in a locker
Not a artist ya ca but i;m a shotta-bock
Private stocker number 1 game talka
When i start it up there will be not one stoppa.
Walk around and get ur dome crack like a craka
Matta fact break your bones like a crab bracker
Neva slack up, rack up and leave ya fractured
On a curve, where ya work leave ya fractured
Haters all in my face, can u please bak up
Haters smilin in my face, u need 2 be nacked up
be jacked, call 4 bak up, cuz i smick smick smack ya
Now tell me whos bada

[Chorus]

Tonight it's party time
It's party time tonight (Holla Holla )
Tonight it's party time
It's party time tonight (Yes Sir)
Tonight It's party time
It's party time tonight (Cumadee)
Tonight it's party time
It's party time tonight

[Verse 2:]
Most indiviuals swear they invisible
Guys think I'm more important then the supa bowl
Romanis is a ritual now pay me my resisual
Cuz e'rday all day ya hear me on ur stereo
I'm innocent i fool 'em make the guys lose control
I'm in the studio droppin hits from my booty hole
Ya f-in moolio yall dont wanna test me yo
Cuz when I'm done rappin, I make ya hair look like coolio
Now please cool it yo, Mideameanor real pro yo-
[Record Noise]-Frek It Frek it-
Real pro yo, wit a [Record Noise]-Frek it ill flo
I kick down doors and rock mini shows
I put a tag on ur toe and call u John Doe
Missy da name and M.E. is my initials
Forget about it like the world forgot about Sisqo
Take it 2 the club and bop, rock to the disco
Think ya outta know its about to get physical

[Chorus:]
Tonight its party time
Its party time tonight (Say what)
Tonight its party time
Its party time tonight (What time is it)
Tonight its party time
Its party time tonigt (Cumadee)
Tonight its party time
Its party time tonight (Holla)

[Bridge:]
[Jamaican Accent]
I dont care cuz i do not fear
Put a boop right straight in ya ear
Best b wear when u come around here
Dont ya dear come unprepared
Misdeameanor watch them suckas sleep sleep
Got da keys 2 da jeep jeep jeep
Misdeameanor put it pon ur lik
Ride da beep pon da 1,2,3
BLOCK!

[Chorus: (Out)]
Tonight its party time
Its party time tonight
Tonight its party time
Its party time tonight
Tonight its party time
Its party time tonigt
Tonight its party time
Its party time tonight

GOT SLICK RICK IN DA HOUSE. WE DOIN BIG THINGS HERE KIDS! HIP HOPS FINEST
 
Irresistible Delicious : Missy Elliott

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Irresistible Delicious
by Missy Elliott

Song details
Name Irresistible Delicious
Artist(s) Missy Elliott
Album(s) The Cookbook (2005)
LSI rank -
Submitter
Correcter
Submitted 11-08-2005 18:32
Corrected 11-08-2005 18:32



Song lyrics
(feat. Slick Rick)

[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 bitches 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 horny
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]
 
Melt Down : Missy Elliott

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Meltdown
by Missy Elliott

Song details
Name Meltdown
Artist(s) Missy Elliott
Album(s) The Cookbook (2005)
LSI rank -
Submitter
Correcter
Submitted 11-08-2005 18:34
Corrected 11-08-2005 18:34



Song lyrics
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 orgasm
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 pussy 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 shit
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 Janet 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
 
Click Clack : Missy Elliott

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Click Clack
by Missy Elliott

Song details
Name Click Clack
Artist(s) Missy Elliott
Album(s) The Cookbook (2005)
LSI rank -
Submitter
Correcter
Submitted 11-08-2005 18:38
Corrected 11-08-2005 18:38



Song lyrics
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 pussies.
(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, cock 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 ass bit,
Don't make me have to-
Click-click

[CHORUS]

[FADE]
 
We Run This : Missy Elliott

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We Run This
by Missy Elliott

Song details
Name We Run This
Artist(s) Missy Elliott
Album(s)
LSI rank -
Submitter
Correcter
Submitted 11-08-2005 18:35
Corrected 11-08-2005 18:35



Song lyrics
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
 
Can't Stop : Missy Elliott

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Can't Stop
by Missy Elliott

Song details
Name Can't Stop
Artist(s) Missy Elliott
Album(s) The Cookbook (2005)
LSI rank -
Submitter
Correcter
Submitted 11-08-2005 18:37
Corrected 11-08-2005 18:37



Song lyrics
[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 shit 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, damn 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
 
Time And Time Again : Missy Elliott

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Time And Time Again
by Missy Elliott

Song details
Name Time And Time Again
Artist(s) Missy Elliott
Album(s) The Cookbook (2005)
LSI rank -
Submitter
Correcter
Submitted 11-08-2005 18:38
Corrected 11-08-2005 18:38



Song lyrics
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-2 Times]
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 ol' 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 ass 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-2 Times]

[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-2x]
 
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