Lyrics:
and absorb and listen
And feel the all emotional roller coaster of this LP
Thoroughly put together by Missy and Timbaland
The official bang shit hip-hop
Get it off your chest
You know who's the best
See, there's no other yes
That can get down like Missy
So hit you off like this (uh huh)
And you be
booty shake music in your trunk
As long as there's that "tic tic" followed by that bump
I'm down to stick a ho if she got a G-string
'Cause the niggas
booty shake music in your trunk
As long as there's that "tic tic" followed by that bump
I'm down to stick a ho if she got a G-string
'Cause the niggas
You wanted the Waldorf Astoria but instead I took you to Cedric's
To entertain you, to give you to the "G", and never claim you
Me and Missy, we
fifteen in the Glizzy all I need is one shot
I bought a house out by the beach when I was twenty, cost a lot
My little nigga copped a Glock,
He lost
R-O-C
Memph Bleek
Jigga man
Missy, Twista sho' nuff
Yeah, yo
Don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em I fuck 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
I
And you can spread rumors, that's just makin' me sicker than head tumors
Humor me by huggin' me sayin' you lovin' me
Envious playa haters be buggin', I
prefers the name Missy got five kids
Only the youngest four stay with me
Which leads me to a struggle
That's key among many
I havn't done the best job with
buyin' 'em drinks
Walk around, lookin' like our shit don't stink
Ice by my neck so bright, watch 'em blink
Okay, now I got me a clear view
I like it when
(alecia elliott/gary baker/frank j.myers)
I've heard your voice,I've felt your touch
But only in dreams have I felt this much
I've not seen your
of lemons, spurred by the women
Just a part of yo livin'
And I'm feelin' that chu' really ain't got no pull on it
I'll put the hood on it cause you ain't
Hey sistas, soul sistas, betta get that dough sistas
We drink wine with diamonds in the glass
By the case the meaning of expensive taste
If you wanna
And Nelly and Missy and Jigga
God damn, it's all a plan devised by the Man, it's a conspiracy
Against fake shit, and anybody who can't make hits or ain't
And Nelly and Missy and Jigga
God damn, it's all a plan devised by the Man, it's a conspiracy
Against fake shit, and anybody who can't make hits or ain't
say - oh
Hope he feel as strong as my pohah do
With you by my side its like I'm drunk off booze
If you be my man only my man I wouldn't mind
Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club)
And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out
Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can
up on Timbaland and Missy with the pound
Like, "You, give me the cash, you, put the hot dog down"
I figured it out, niggas been robbing Joe before
Me with no Timbaland is like Puff with no Ma$e
Wait, hold up, wait a minute, what you say?
Back it up, give me space, who that? Nicole Wray
By
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
cannons, piece by piece
Your School get Dazed like G Phi G
Murda murda murda, kill kill kill
Take nuts and screws out ferris wheels
If you ain't Missy, payin
What's up baby girl! (Ho!)
Thought I had to talk to you again, missing you (Hey, ey, ey, ey)
Tim is missing you Missy's missing you
Rashad is
girl I'm sorry
You're not my kind of girl
You're the kind of girl
That a man would be proud to call his own
Woman me turn on by yuh sex appeal but yuh
minutes alone I'm already on the bone
Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own
So you can sit by the throne
She looked good in the winter,
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