Missy Elliott
Lyricist: Lordan, Jerry / Elliott, Melissa A Composer: Lordan, Jerry / Elliott, Melissa A
My style can't be duplicated or recycled
This chick is a sick individual
SICKTATE, VOLUME TWO, BELIEVE IT
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
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
Any hustlers in the party y'all, if youse a pimp lemme see you party hard
Ohhhh strippers take yo' clothes off, y'all superstars, y'all don't need no bodyguards
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