Missy Elliott

Texty písní Alba

We Run This

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

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 nigga 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

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

Yall don’t want it

Cause my coast run it

We run this s***

Wanna pull my hair

Break my back

Put it right money might sit in ya lap

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

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

Yall don’t want it

Cause my coast run it

We run this s***

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 much

& I don’t give a f***

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)

Oh, oh, oh

Represent your coast

& act like you know

Know how to act before you step your two feet in the do’

Oh, hello

Oh, you want your nails and the manicure

Oh, $5

$5 extra French tip

$5 and extra for a French tip

You trippin

oh, oh, no, no, no

You need a exfortiation

what the hell is a exfortiation

exfortiation for the feet

exfortiation for my feet

Ain’t nothing wrong with my feet

yes, the feet, the big toe

The hammer toe

ain’t nothing wrong with my toe man

Look can I get my nails done please

you want a chicken with your manicure

chicken

look I don’t want no fried rice, no egg rolls, I want a manicure

okay let me order

listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen

I ain’t got time for this bulls**t

Im outta here

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

you can call Oprah Winfrey and tell her to pay you’re a**

Playa I ain’t cheap either im icy

So icy

You so icy

If your so icy why don’t you pay me on time