1.Baby Girl Interlude／Intro
＊ included because of Missy's actual rap
Ay yo Mary, I need you to vibe with me on this one
Uh, uh, check it
As I grab my pad and pen and begin to talk from within
Oh God, my eyes, they water like a preacher who sins
I'm 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 I'm too hard to break
Okay I do make mistakes but I'm the realest from the fake
That's why I'm the hardest to hate, Aaliyah, baby girl
I've learned to love those while they're still awake
Sleep, sleep, and prepare a place for those who are good
In the projects and hood, gifted or misunderstood
I know Lisa, Pac and Biggie and Jay and Pun are still number one
There will be more of us to come (ohh)
I am a leader, a teacher, a guider (ooh)
Like a single parent provider (ooh)
Putting back those hip-hop dividers
Like a priest with a back slider
I've sinned but I win
And anyone we've lost in life or nine eleven
We'll be sure to see again (ooh, hoo)
What you hear is not a test (ooh)
I'm rocking to the beat (I'm rocking to the beat)
See me and my crew and my friends (and)
We're gonna try to move your feet (move around, move around)
See I am Mary Blige (yes I am)
And I'd like to say hello (thank you for inviting me)
To the black to the white, the read and the brown
The purple and yellow (everybody)
But first you gotta, but first you gotta
2.Bomb Intro／Pass That Dutch
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 motherfucker!
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
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!)
(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
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!'
Listen up, you have five seconds to catch your breath
Five - four - three - two - one {＊alarm rings＊}
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＊}
Pop that
Pass tha dutch baby!
Jiggle that fat
3.Wake Up
Vocal：Missy Elliott／Jay-Z
Hey yo Hov.. tell em
Hip-Hop better wake up
Yeah! Turn the muh'fucking music up!
Breezy! Yeah! Turn the muh'fucking music up!
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
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)
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
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!
4.Keep it Movin
Vocal：Missy Elliott／Elephant Man
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'
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
Missy, Elliot
Ladies windin around
Tweet show dem kindly how fi do it
(Whoo) Come on
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 roll
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
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)
If you know you look good, say so say so
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
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)
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
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)
5.Is This Our Last Time
Vocal：Missy Elliott／Fabolous
Yeah, ok, y'all know how I do it
From old school rap to old school R＆B
Yep, that's me, heh
We gon' do it one time like this
Oh, oh, come on
I remember when we first made love (yeah)
It was so good
Nigga I was whipped and all into it (yeah)
Off of that good wood (come on)
And if I could I would pursue it
But you won't let me do it (yeah)
I'm like the first time around with playboy
You keep putting me down (mm)
I can't keep running away from you (hah)
But the sex don't feel the same (uh), no, no, no (whoo)
You don't hold me nor kiss me like you used to
I can tell your feelings changed (ooh, come on)
It must be some other bitch that's taken up your time (hah)
If it is then let me know (uh), ohh (ooh)
So I won't call you over to taste a piece of this good pie
Why you don't fuck me like before (yeah)
I like the first time, I like the first time
I like the first time, I like the first time
I like the first time, talking bout the second time
I like the first time, I like the first time
I like the first time, I like the first time
I like the first time, talking bout the second time
I remember when we first made love (uh)
It felt so good you made me cry, mm, mm, mm, aha
But now you just rush to get it over (come on)
And it don't (uh) feel like the first time (ah)
I like the first time, I like the first time
I like the first time, I like the first time (aha)
I like the first time, talking bout the second time (yeah)
I like the first time, I like the first time (uh)
I like the first time, I like the first time (ah, come on)
I like the first time, talking bout the second time (uh)
Yeah you probably the first girl I'm sprung on, I'm hung on the
spots yeah
Put your lips and tongue on, you made me a fan
I took the cards that you dealt and made me a hand, aha
It's the feelings that I felt that made me a man, aha
Now I'm fighting to get it back like Mike Tyson
I wanna grab my helmet and ride but you took my bike license
I just wanna do it like we did it before, uh
Cindarella you was with it before (ooh)
Now when I bring your slipper you act like you don't fit it no
more
Like I got it, but I can't get it no more
And I ain't usually a chaser cause write with my pencil
But also know how to use my eraser, yeah
And at the present time I think about the past, uh
Think about yo ass, uh, and can I see it in the future
If I see ya I'll salute ya
Cause for your loving I'm a soldier
Mommy, I thought I told ya
Why you dogging me out (aha), is this our last time (uh, uh)
Say it again, why you doggin me out
Oh what shall I do (oh), yeah (mm)
Tell me what I've done to you, oh (come on)
Yeah, aha, let the beat ride, hah, mm
Then work that, work that, work that, work that, uh
Yeah, hah, let the beat ride, uh
Come on and work that, come on and work that
Come on, come on, sing
I like the first time, I like the first time (come on)
I like the first time, I like the first time (aha)
I like the first time, talking bout the second time (whoo)
I like the first time, I like the first time (hah)
I like the first time, I like the first time (yeah)
I like the first time, talking bout the second time (uh, come
on)
6.Ragtime Interlude／I'm Really Hot
Ho!.....Ho
Ho!.....Ho,Go Go!
Ho!.....Ho
Ho!.....Ho,Go Go!
I'm..I'm..I'm..I'm..I'm Really Really
Hot..Hot.Hot.Hot..Hot(scratches)
(Verse 1)
Let me holla at the DJ
Come on DJ put that record on the replay
Don't you see how them bitches move they booty
Every time you play this record smell they coochie, follow them
Screamin like a groupie
Misdemeanor move my nookie like a hoochie
Fuck them haters, haters 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 gone keep talking shit till you get this
I'm gone bust up in the club with no guest list
The other artists I'll 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 irrelavent
I'm heaven sent now watch how I do this shit
(Chorus)
Ho!.....Ho(I'm..I'm..I'm..I'm)
Ho!.....Ho,Go Go!
Ho!.....Ho(Hot..Hot.Hot,Hot)
Ho!.....Ho,Go Go!
I'm really, really hot
every time my records drop
Radio says I won't stop
cause I'm killin' em
(Verse 2)
You don't know what you talking bout
People thank I was Suge when I come out
My album hit hard when I roll out
Y'all records make a bitch wanna throw em out, and that's no
doubt
See I rock bells, Fly as hell and cool as it verdells baby can't
you tell
I lick my lips like I'm LL
And I'm doin it ＆ doin it ＆ doin it well
Srtaight to the hotel
I'm sober bitch so boy you gets tail
Kiss kiss and still you gets nowhere
Just two blue balls down in your underwear, I play unfair
I'm a hot gal, fly cars ＆ stars in strip bars it aint hot if I'm
not there
I'm a true playa, you can find me up in any record store hurry
up ＆ get yours
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Look, let me move to the left
Go Head, let me feel myself
Touch my chest my sweat
Show the DJ how I shake my brest
Jingle, Jingle, Jangle
Watch how my glu-de-ous dangle
I do a one-two step STOP!
No I aint done yet
Everybody in the club go to work
Tight jeans, crop shirts, short skirts
I'm gone rock to the beat till it hurt
I'm gone drop it on the street yeah you heard
Haters I flip the bird, Got guns so what I aint scread
I came to boogy and swerve, Hang-line folk that's my word
(Chorus ＆ Release yourself)
Release...yourself
Release...yourself
I'm Really Hot(scratches)
7.Dats What I'm Talkin' About
Vocal：Missy Elliott／R.Kelly
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
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!
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
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
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
8.Don't Be Cruel
Vocal：Missy Elliott／Beenie Man／Monica
Zaga, Zaganaga, You hear she moans？ Boom!
Aye yo Monica, won't you help me and Timb change dis shit up
again, yea, hit'em
Ooh you turn me on,so boy don't lye
I will never show you (？) so don't try
you all I want,like when Prince made doves cry
And all I'm sayin to you is dont be cruel
Yo baby pop, yea you, come and give me a kiss
Betta make it fast, or else I'm gonna get pissed
Don't you hear the music pumpin' hard, like I wish you would
Now push it (awww), push it, push it real good
Don't get me wrong, that's just me
I just want you to be all you 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 you is don't be cruel
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
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)
Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now
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 you 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
you 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
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)
Call 9-1-1 cuz one more dead now
9.Toyz Interlude／Toyz
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？
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
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!)
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
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!
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!
10.Let it Bump
Vocal：Missy Elliott／Timbaland
Gotta cut the music up man
AAhhhh
Gotta cut the music up man
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)
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)
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
(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)
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)
11.Pump it Up
Vocal：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＊)
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
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
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
(＊beat stops, needle crackling＊)
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＊)
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
(＊'This is fire!' cut and scratched to fade＊)
12.It's Real
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
13.Let Me Fix My Weave
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, aby 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, imme cash to fix my weave
And I don't want no excuses out your baby mommy
ause 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 oh-in？Moan he was grown
He would fuck me il the mo'nin'
I used to get vex when he would sex another bitch
Said aby 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, aby 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
ause 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
14.Spelling Bee Interlude／Spelling Bee
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
15.I'm Not Perfect
Vocal：Missy Elliott／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
16.Outro
Vocal：Missy Elliott／Mary J.Blige
＊ included because of Missy's actual rap
Check it
See I don't wanna 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 labelled gangster rappers
Is that their only impression, wake up
Rap is a craft, art and a rap of sport
Something 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
What you hear is not a test
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 (yes I am)
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 (everybody)
But first you gotta, oh, but first you gotta
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