1.Joy
Vocal：Missy Elliott／Mike Jones
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
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
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
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
I'm slowin, the track down, so you don't miss the shit
that Misdemeanor talkin like that chronic get you super high
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin
This year you hear a real MC
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
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
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
2.Partytime
What time is it？
Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight
Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight
Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight
Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight
Check this out, A lot of hip-hop but y'all just small talkers
Y'all could risk getting cut off like some knickerboxers
Y'all gone flop and y'all better off playin soccer
Misdemeanor my demeanor be the club rocker
My flow proper keep my goodies in a locker
Not a artist shocker but I am a shot of vodka
Private stalker number one game talker
When I start it up, there will be not one stopper
Fuck around and get your dome cracked like a cracker
Matter fact I'll break your bones like a chiropractor
Never slack up I rack up and leave you fractured
On the curb wicky word wicky leave you fractured
Haters all in my face can you please back up
Hater smilin in my face you need to be an actor
Beat jacker call for backup
Cuz I smick smick smack ya now tell me who's bad
Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight (Say What!)
Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight (What Time Is
It!)
Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight (True In Deed!)
Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight (Holla!)
Check it, most individuals swear they invincible
Guys think I'm more important than the superbowl
Rhymin is a ritual now pay me my resituals
Cuz everyday and all day you hear me on your stereo
I'm in the centerfold I make guys lose control
In the studio I'm droppin hits from my booty hole
Ya F'in mulio, y'all don't want to test me yo
cuz when I'm done ya hair look like Coolio
Now please cool it Joe, Misdemeanor real pro
ficky ficky real pro wit a ficky ill flow
I kick down doors and I rock many shows
I put a tag on your toe and call you John Doe
Missy be the name and M.E. is my initials
Forget about it like the world forgot Sisqo
Take it to the club pop lock it to the disco
Think you ought to know that it's bout to get physical
I don't care cause me do not fear
Boom ti boom ri straight to ya ear
Best beware when you come around here
Don't you dare come unprepared
Misdemeanor watch dem suckerz sleep sleep
Got dem keys to the jeep beep beep
Misdemeanor put it pon ya leak
3.Irresistible Delicious
Vocal：Missy Elliott／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
Go Missy, go Missy, go Missy, go Missy
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'
Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh)
But boy you are supa fine (do it to me, do it to me)
Irresistible delicious (oooooh) HOLLA
Enough to make me lose my mind
Know I really want it
Now I want it, yeah
Don't make me wait oh no - no don't make me wait oh no
No longer will I pretend
Let's get it on cause we both grown
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＊}
Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh)
But boy you are supa fine (do it to me, do it to me)
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
Let's get it on cause we both grown
{＊beat changes back＊}
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
Please don't think I'm crazy (oooooh)
4.Lose Control
Vocal：Missy Elliot／Ciara／Fatman Scoop
Music make you lose control
Music make you lose control
Let's Go!
Ciara's in the house!
Misdemeanor's in the house!
Fatman Scoop!
I got a cute face, chubby waist
Thick legs, in shape
Rump shakin, both ways
Make you do a double take
Planet rocker, show stopper
Flow dropper, head knocker
Beat styler, tail dropper
Do my thang, motherfucker
My Rolls Royce, Lamborghini
Blue Madena, always beamin
Rag top, chrome pipes
Blue lights, outta sight
(Long weave) sewed in
(Say it again) sewed in
Make that money, throw it in
Booty bouncin, gone head
Everybody here get it out of control
Get yo backs off the wall, cause Misdemeanor said so
Everybody, Everybody, Everybody, Everybody
(Throw yo hands in the air!)
Well my name is Ciara, for all you fly fellaz
No one can do it better, she'll sing in acapella
Boy the music makes me lose control
We gone make you lose control
Let it gone for you know you gone hit the floor
I rock to the beat til I'm (Tired)
Walk in the club it's (Fire)
Get it crunk and wired
Wave your hands scream (Louder)
If you smoke then fire it up
Brang the roof down and (Holla)
If you tipsy stand up, DJ turn it (Louder)
Take somebody by the waist and (Uhh!)
Now throw it in they face like (Uhh!)
Hypnotic robotic, this here will rock yo bodies
Take somebody by the waist and (Uhh!)
Now throw it in they face like (Uhh!)
Systematic estatic, (This Hit Be Automatic)
Work me, work, work
Work me, work, work
Work me, work, work
Work me, do it right
Hit the floor, hit the floor
Hit the floor, hit the floor
Hit the floor, hit the floor
Hit the floor, hit the floor
(＊Fatman Scoop hypes it up＊)
5.My Struggles
Vocal：Missy Elliott／Mary J.Blige／Grand Puba
Yeah, Missy Elliott, Grand Puba
Y'all don't really know who I am, God damn
I'm like grease in the frying pan cause I am
bacon, eggs, toast, butter
Smooth sexy lover more FRESH than {？}
Go ask your brother if y'all don't believe
I control the industry cause Missy in the lead
{＊scratching＊} Uhh, I'm talkin to you man
With my upper hand, the fans call me Dapper Dan
When I was young my pops, throw rocks
Always shit talk to my moms and call the cops
Couldn't wait 'til I was nice and grown
Sick of daddy mouth 'til six in the morn'
On and on and on 'til the record scratch
And if I made a few scraps I would never come back (YES!)
Take moms with me and a few ADAT's
And make a song about dad and tell pops he's a rat (YES!)
Oah-KAYYYYY!
Y'all don't really know my life
Y'all don't really know my struggles and how much liquor I
guzzle (YES!)
Y'all don't really know my fears
And how many years to get here but I'm ready to rumble
Yeah, I be that throwback cat, I throwback 'gnac
I spit hot raps, then I check my traps
Pockets stop the bulk, green up like the Hulk
Ram up in somethin like that nigga Marshall Faulk
I'm a low key nigga, a O.G. nigga
Entertain my guests in 'The Basement' like Tigger
Grand Puba and the name ring bells
And if it ain't about paper I don't waste my sells
So the new school new school need to learn yo
I burn baby burn like a Hunt's Pointe ho
Yo yo Puba, hold up
Let's take 'em back on some '411' shit
MA-RYYYY!
{＊beat changes＊}
I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don't rap
I'm known around the map to always make a comeback
I went through some struggles fightin with my ex-lovers
Stayed in lots of trouble, blessings then I had recovered
Had to pay them bills, the places I lived
Messin with them cats that's said to get I had to give
I had to tell them back up cause I was quick to smack 'em up
I didn't give a WHAT, Mary J. would act up
Y'all don't really know my struggles
(I had two or three jobs I had to juggle)
And all them liquor shots from the pain I covered
(Strugglin from the break-ups with my lover)
(Y'all don't know the half) Don't know the half
(I'm better off now that was in the past)
I had to take the good stuff with the bad
Now I'm (thankful for the little things that I have)
6.Meltdown
Bet it, bet it taste like candy {＊3X＊}
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
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
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
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
I could play gin and you could play J.D.
If you like Beyonce you could play Jay-Z
Check for them other chicks cos they not me
They're just some copy cats there's only one Missy
M-to the I double ss don't test
I'm hard as the cushion on a bullet proof vest
But you got me whipped like slaves in the days
You're cool as the shade and ice and lemonade
I think I wanna marry you baby I will carry
Guess it's necessary and on the contrary
You be mister right and mister legendary
The more I fall in love the more it gets scary
7.On ＆ On
Vocal：Missy Elliot／Pharrell
Beware, you're now listening to the sounds
of Mis-demeanor
Turn everything up, all the levels
All the fuckin levels
Missy be the name and y'all should already know
I been around long Scarface so cold
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yo she ya
Let me grab the microphone and I'm gone take it away
Every time I spit I blow one or two speakers
Top model diva but my name not Eva
Yeah I brang fever rockin classic adidas
I'm srtaight off the heater rippin needles off the meter
Here I go, flip my flow
Back it up then I drop it low
It's a must cause I'm dangerous
I'll be a hassle on the busta call me angeldust
I talk shit di, didn't stutter
2005 MC's in trouble
You run for cover hide under your covers
Cause you gone need more protection than a magnum rubber
Ah, ah, on
Ah, ah, on
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah, on and it's
Missy finna spit this simply raw
Misdemeanor always make MC's feel small
Stick you on the table with a plastic cup
Say grace, then eat ya ass up
Y'all just rookies, virgins, and nookies
Not my competition you skip or play hookie
Aint nobody here that can tear the track up
And naw I ain't done rappin so shut the hell up
Keep it simple every time I flow
If you step to me I shall throw blows
Raise up like I's break nose
I ain't about talkin I'll lay 'em down slow
And for show y'all know
Misdemeanor got 'em by the neck low
Ice cold heart like zero below
If you wanna battle me then playa say so
Let me tell you what I'm all about
About spitting hot rymes on out
Yeah Pharrell did the beat oh yes
And the way he put it down he make it sound so (fresh)
I be the best don't second guess
When it comes to other rappers bout it boy get flexed
When I say I'm tight as wife beaters
Missy bout to teach you how to follow the leader
Hit the club in a blue two seater
Lookin like I'm finna cock a nine millimeter
Get out with my highhill cuffs
Twisting my ass cause I know what guys want
Licking my lips like I'm takin him home
Teasing and teasing I'm fakin the funk
Shaking my titties like I wanna bone
Bend over slow then I tell him I'm gone
8.We Run This
My style can't be duplicated or recycled
This chick is a sick individual
SICKTATE, VOLUME TWO, BELIEVE IT!
{＊'Apache' breaks start＊}
HO!! HO!!
Let me switch up the game
I drink that co-gnac
Step back cause I might put it ON ya
I go deep, so deep 'til you sleep
Count sheep, wake you up from, {nawe？}
You don't want me have to SHOW ya
How a freak bitch act when I ain't SO-ber
Whattup, I'm to' up, sho' nuff
Ain't scared to take it out, tell the freak to take it off
Tipsy and I feel, good
Black dudes got big, woods
Into it, I do it, I did it
If you really really want it then nigga stop frontin
Aiy boy you know I'm yo' type
Five two I wear my jeans real tight
My curves, they swerve, so superb
My word is my word and I came to serve
WE RUN THIS, run this, WE RUN THIS, run this
WE RUN THIS UH-OHH, OHH!
It don't matter where you're from it's where you're at
And if you came to freek-a-leek better bring ya hats nigga
East, coast, West, coast
Down, South represent ya coast
YEAH WE RUN IT, AND YEAH WE RUN IT
Y'ALL DON'T WANT IT, CAUSE MY COAST RUN IT
Uh-ohh, we run this shit, uhh, WE RUN THIS SHIT
WICKED! Wanna pull my hair, break my back
For the right money might sit in your 'llac
Back to back, and can't even keep track
It's a fact the freaks love to get slapped
Suck my toes and then the backrub
I don't come to do it, I just wanna be touched
Look at how y'all makin me blush
I'm enough to go around so people don't push
Don't push - when I run that tush in the bush
Don't my diamonds look real good
And they shine so hard, that he glitters
So many karats they look like critters
And we can do it all night
Take a flashlight to see up in my windpipe
I like to keep a nigga hype
I wanna know can you handle my mic
Any hustlers in the party y'all - HELL YEAH
If youse a pimp lemme see you party hard - HELL YEAH
Ohhhh strippers take yo' clothes off - HELL YEAH
Y'all superstars, y'all don't need no bodyguards - HELL YEAH
Nigga I bo-gart
A lot of rappers fakin way too hard
Pull up at the club in a rental car
Where them freaks at, the freaks at the bar where 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 much and I don't give a fuck
WE RUN THIS, run this, WE RUN THIS, run this
WE RUN THIS UH-OHH, OHH!
It don't matter where you're from it's where you're at
And if you came to freek-a-leek better bring ya hats nigga
WE RUN THIS, run this, WE RUN THIS, run this
WE RUN THIS UH-OHH, OHH!
Represent ya coast and act like ya know
Know how to act 'fore you step your two feet in the do'
VOLUME TWO, HOLLA!
WICKED! THIS SHIT IS SICK!
BIG SHOUT OUT TO MOBB DEEP
G-UNIT!
9.Remember When
Know I may act stubborn boy
But that dont mean I dont love you boy
Please forgive me for my attitude
When it seems like im takin all my shit out on you
I know I never said this here
Lemme make myself loud and clear
I appreciate the way you treat me
I've done a lot of things you still don't hate me
Remember when you caught me cheatin (cheatin)
You said I stopped your heart from breathin (stopped ya hearttt)
(breathin)
But you loved me so you forgave me (gave me)
When you coulda ran out and played me (played me)
Am I a dissappointment- to ya baby
Most of the time im wrong
Makin excuses for the abusesive donestepping out on the lawn？
But ya never let me baby, say im sorry all the time
Any other guy would be gone but you stay hear right by my side
And the love like this
I cant play no games
Cuz its hard to forgive it
But you didnt neva complain
Neva rub it in my face- juss lemme slide on by
I know every girl- wish she had you as a guy
No no no no- no nooo no
Cuz a love like thi
Cant play no games
And its hard to forgive I did to you
Lemme slide on by
Yea
When I cheated you said you couldnt breathe (said you couldnt
breathe)
Now im sitting here beggin on my knees
Take me back, I'll do anything including please
I didnt mean to burn a bridge third degree
Like fantasia said let yourself be free
The truth be, without me you'll succeed
Im sorry baby please believe in you and me
C'mon
Aint no love better than you
With all the pain I put you through
？
10.4 My Man
Artist：Missy Elliott／Fantasia
11.Can't Stop
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 fuck
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
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
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
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 fuck
Nine to five, do it live, sho' nuff
12.Teary Eyed
You're the reason I don't trust no one
And I don't love no one
From the places I've come
Sad songs I've sung
All the times I've been stung
For you bring the worst out of me
(holla!)
And I can't down these tears I've cried
The heaviness inside
Left me so petrified
Tried ta keep love alive
But I became too tired
Cuz you bring the worst out of me
(eh, eh, eh, ehehay)
I wish I could change the way things have gone
And start life anew and now maybe once again
I don't know anywhere but sumthin must've went wrong
And all I can say
Is when I sing this song
I get so teary eyed
Cuz you get under my skin
Can't let you suck me dry
I was gonna marry you, have kids for you,
Stay true to you, live life wit you
But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee)
And I compromised all my time
And rearranged my life
To make sure you was fine
Cuz our love was on the line
And I became so unkind
Cuz you brought the worst out of me
(you brought the worst out of me)
This is (this is) how the story goes
Those ones who know
When its out of control
You work (work) and you work (work)
And sumone gets hurt
And I guess that be me
(when I sing)
When I sing this song
I get so teary eyed
Cuz you get under my skin
Can't let you suck me dry
I was gonna marry you, have kids for you,
Stay true to you, live life wit you
But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee)
(eh, eh, eh, ehehay)
I wish I could change the way things have gone
And start life anew and now maybe once again
I don't know anywhere but sumthin must've went wrong
And all I can say
(when I sing)
Is when I sing this song
I get so teary eyed
Cuz you get under my skin
Can't let you suck me dry
I was gonna marry you, have kids for you,
Stay true to you, live life wit you
But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee)
13.Mommy
Please stand UP!
In 2005, the industry will be pussy-whipped
It won't be EA-SY
They like mommy with the cute face, can I get a date
Mommy got a cool shake, mommy make 'em wait
Papi havin trouble tryin to keep up the pace
Mommy got a hook I let my pussy be the bait
Mommy got that good shit, that really good shit
The type of chick you get with, that really good shit
Mommy got them niggaz goin crazy for the ass
Call me Flash, make a dash, get a nigga for his cash
Mommy nuck and buck with a quick uppercut
Mommy sport shell toes, I put my Nikes up
I used to dress D-boy, now I dress girly
Wake up real early with my brais lookin curly
Mommy let 'em know who she is, what she 'bout
Yeah she 'bout money, mommy turnin niggaz out
Mommy got bills, car sit on big wheels
In the club mommy chill while them haters ice grill
Mommy cute like Fendi suits
Mommy fresh these my real breasts
Mommy sex cause mommy groan
Mommy be that good shit at home
Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy
Damn mommy, roll like armies
Mommy ass like a Cadillac
Mommy give 'em heart attacks
They call me lil' momma lookin big in my Hummer
Momma on the corner, lil' momma be a stunner
Fly to the Hummer quick faster than a runner
Foot on the gas, VROOOM, engine gunner
Mommy look good, yeah mommy look right
Mommy stay hood, mommy be yo' type
Mommy get excited, mommy ask you to bite it
Mommy know you like it, tell papi don't fight it
Capital M-O-M-M-Y
Mommy got 'em pussed, take any chick guy
Mommy got a deal, mommy spit shit real
Mommy give 'em chills when she wear high heels
Mommy get the money get the money get the money
Mommy find a man who can go and get it for me
Mommy look fresh in Respect Me sweats
Stay best dressed, showin off my breasts
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Yeah mommy get buck like whoa lil' momma
Back it up like whoa lil' momma
When she shake it like whoa lil' momma
She get naked like HOLD UP MOMMA
Mommy be a freak, mommy let the world know
Mommy want 'em lickin from her head to her toe
If papi say no then lil' papi gotta go
If he broke no no mommy kick him out the do'
14.Click Clack
When I walk up in the club, they be pushin
Misdemeanor got that ice to keep them lookin
Crop top, drop top on my Phantom man
They trippin and them haters just pussies
Feelin on me, feelin on me like a porn star
I drive fast car, still shave my cho-cha
Get the cash, get the cheddar, get the beams mean
Ching-a-ling, bling-bling, my money real green
Who dat, who dat, playa betta fall back
So step back, playa betta fall back
Click clack, cock back, semi automatic track
Drink a lot of similac, shorty betta fall back
I fall down, get up, then I gotta dust it off
Say you dust it off？!
Yeah I quickly dust it off
I'm off the walls, I do brawls
I don't stall, yes it's on
Said it strong, I can't be cloned
You can call me Mike Jones
3-0-5 2-1-2 8-0-4 is my cell
Yall must dumb as hell
If you think that is my cell
Hotel, motel, holiday don't play
Around the way, O.J.,yeah, I'm so icey
What them haters say, Misdemeanor okay
Call me 4 play, position more than 40 ways
Like a chocolate glaze, I'm hotter than a summer day
Stingray, Sugar Ray
Knuckles all up in your face
Who dat, who dat, playa betta fall back
So step back, playa betta fall back
Click clack, cock back, semi automatic track
Drink a lot of similac, shorty betta fall back
I blocka-blocka, straight jocka
Matter fact, the face snappa
Money stacka, no slacka
Hit record, gun strappa
I hit-hit, hear my click-click
Two snaps, you hit
Then I click-click
I make cash, pay them bills
I pay them bills to buy new wheels
I wear high hills, I touch and feel
Catch me in your mans grill
My record deal, my movie deal
Is super sick-sick, I click-click
And if you doubt me I'll click-click
Smack dem boi's, I will destroy
Hit-hit, straight down and spilt-spilt ya boi
I kick-kick like karate flicks-flicks
Ya get ya ass bit, don't make me have click
Who dat, who dat, playa betta fall back
So step back, playa betta fall back
Click clack, cock back, semi automatic track
Drink a lot of similac, shorty betta fall back
15.Time and Time Again
The things you said to me
Can't make or break me
Everything you've bought I give back
absolutely everything
And, I am through with you
You and your crazy moods
You be trippin' and slippin' and givin' attitudes
I deserve the finer things
The joy that love brings
And you'll be missin' my kisses'
And makin' love, see
I'm better off alone
Can't wait 'til you get gone
Ain't no need to keep hoping 'cause it's over and done
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
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
This aint no rap record get back to the hook
16.Bad Man
Vocal：Missy Elliott／M.I.A.／Vybz Kartel
Yo, what some more feel like
Dem know seh when dem see Missy Elliott and Vybz Kartel
Dem career nuh start well, gunshot send dem to hell, forty five
askel
WOO!!! HA!!!! Sak Passe？!!!
WOO WOO WOO WOO!!! HA!!! AHHH!!!!!
What dem do dem rude badman (Badman)
Dem nuh want mi shoot badman (Badman)
Tell dem, dem be one dead man (Badman)
If dem (？) boy play badman
Smash di place, smash di place, smash di place, smash di place
(WOO!!!)
Smash di place, smash di place, smash di place, smash di place
(HA!!!)
What dem do dem rude bad gal (Bad gal)
Dem get shot dem play bad gal (Bad gal)
Body drop dem not bad gall (WOO!!!)
When dem stop gimme pop bad girl (HA!!!!)
Knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out
Knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out, knock dem out
Drums!!!! WOO!!! Drums!!!
Like a nozzle plus a hippie, yeah, Vybz Kartel and Missy, yeah
Playa hater punk a get kicked until dem dizzy
If yuh real badman nuh fraid fi buss gun (＊WOO!!!)
When mi a come up don't stand up just run
Mi mek blood stain fi get a custom
(BLOCKA BLOCKA!!!!) First serve to first come (＊HA!!!!)
AK rifle this mi long gun
Magnum four four caliber mi hand gun
One shot shift dock couple plane land down (＊HA!!!!)
Bulletproof buss up like a condom
General real badman, we a di general real badman
Decorated with hearts of metal, we have a hand that's made of
metal
General real badman, we a di general real badman
Decorated with hearts of metal, we have a hand that's made of
metal
Yes! Smash di place, smash di place, WOO!!! (Forty five askel)
(Ho!) Some bad mi nuh like to play
Dem nuh worry mi when they say
They nuh like mi mi nuh like they
I be wilder than Tim McVeigh
Fuck 'em all and that's what I say
Now I see that it ain't easy
Everyone plays a part in our day
Humpty Dumpty we need every piece play
Some people are rude on the low though
They gonna get shook to the floor (＊WOO!!!)
Some people are rude on the low though
They gonna get hurt lot more (＊Yes)
Some people are rude on the low though
Gonna get hit to the floor (＊Drums!!!)
HA!!! Fire baby!!!
Dem nuh want test I dem die, bwoy mi know I dem try
Smash it up see mi nickel plated nine
Buck dem buck dem straight to mi eye
Buck dem down, buck dem down...
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