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Missy Elliott – Pass That Dutch

January 28th, 2012

[Spoken] Listen up everyone
We have been just informed that there’s an unknown virus that is attacking all clubs
Symptoms have been said to be heavy breathin, wild dancin, coughin’
So when you hear da sound [beat]
Run for cover mothafucker

[Pass That Dutch x8]

Misdemeanor on da floor
Pretty boy here I come
Pumps in the bum make u wanna hurt somethin
I can take ur man, I dont have to sex em
Hang em out the window, call me michael jackson
I’m a pain in your rectum
I am that bitch all slept on
Heavy hitter ryhmes betta call me re-run
Hey, hey, hey i’m whats happenen
And now to get my drink (that’s right)
Shake your ass to da sink (that’s right)
Mr.mose on da beat (that’s right)
Puttin down for da streets (that’s right)

[Chorus]
Pass that Dutch x4
(Pass that Dutch) C’mon pass the dutch baby
Shake shake shake your stuff away
Pass that Dutch x4
Pop dat, pop dat, jiggle dat fat
Don’t stop gettin til your clothes get wet

Numba one, drums go bump, bump, bump
This beat here will make you hump, pump, jump

If you’s a fat one
Put your clothes back on
Before you start puttin potholes in my lawn
Oh my god, show my lawd
I’m under attack like my name is saddam
I am the bomb from new york to milan
And I can write a song sicker than jeffrey john
Who touched my car alarm
Breakin my car, you will hear viper arm
I’ve been a superstar since daddy king was raw
I’m live on stage c’mon and give me some applaude
(applause) thank you, oh thank you, you all are so wonderful

[Chorus]

Listen up mothafuckers
You have 5 seconds to catch your breath
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Pop dat, pop dat, make dat money
Just keep it goin like the energizer bunny
Shake that, shake that, move it all around
Spank that, yank that, dutch back now
Freak him, freak her, whateva your choice
Then come the judge, I came to get you moist
Scream….then my voice is lost
Can I get a ride on a white horse

[Chorus]

Pop dat
Pass the dutch baby
Jiggle dat fat

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Monica F/ Missy Elliott – So Gone

June 6th, 2011

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So gone over you, you, you, you

{Yeah}
{New Monica}
{Woo}

Silly of me
Devoted so much time
To find you unfaithful, boy
I never lost my mind

Drive pass your house every night
In an unmarked car
Wonderin’ what she had on me
To make you break my heart, yeah

{You make me feel}
You make me feel I’m so gone (So gone), oh…
You make me {You make me feel}
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby, I {So gone},
Ooh

Nights I couldn’t sleep, uh
You let the sun beat you home
I asked myself over again
What am I doing wrong

To make you stay out all night
And not think to call
What does she have over me
To make him not think to call home

{You make me feel}
You make me feel I’m so gone {So gone}, oh…
You make me {You make me feel}
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby, I {So gone},
Ooh

Listen, boy, I’m a rowdy chick
Some times I have to fight ‘cause my mouth too slick
Baby, why you doin’ me like I ain’t worth this
S***
Make me wanna ride passed your house and sit
Kick down your door and smack your chick
Just to show you Monica not havin’ it
So in love with you like a drug habit get
{So gone} You treat me so unreal

What she do, I do better (Ooh…oh…)
What she do to make you love her (What did she do)
Is it real or forever
Baby, please can’t we stay together (Is it real or
Forever)

What she do, I do better (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
What she do to make you love her (Yeah, ooh…)
Is it real or forever (Is it real)
Baby, please can’t we stay together (Oh)

Whoa and I love you to love you, baby (Whoa and I love
You to love you, baby)
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby, ooh…
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby (Whoa and I love
You to love you, baby)
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby (Just to show
You Monica not havin’ it), yeah

{You make me feel}
You make me feel I’m so gone {So gone}, oh…
You make me {You make me feel}
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby, I {So gone},
Ooh

Said that I need you
I don’t really need you
Said that I need you, ooh

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Monica F/ Missy Elliott – So Gone

June 4th, 2011

114b
So gone over you, you, you, you

{Yeah}
{New Monica}
{Woo}

Silly of me
Devoted so much time
To find you unfaithful, boy
I never lost my mind

Drive pass your house every night
In an unmarked car
Wonderin’ what she had on me
To make you break my heart, yeah

{You make me feel}
You make me feel I’m so gone (So gone), oh…
You make me {You make me feel}
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby, I {So gone},
Ooh

Nights I couldn’t sleep, uh
You let the sun beat you home
I asked myself over again
What am I doing wrong

To make you stay out all night
And not think to call
What does she have over me
To make him not think to call home

{You make me feel}
You make me feel I’m so gone {So gone}, oh…
You make me {You make me feel}
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby, I {So gone},
Ooh

Listen, boy, I’m a rowdy chick
Some times I have to fight ‘cause my mouth too slick
Baby, why you doin’ me like I ain’t worth this
S***
Make me wanna ride passed your house and sit
Kick down your door and smack your chick
Just to show you Monica not havin’ it
So in love with you like a drug habit get
{So gone} You treat me so unreal

What she do, I do better (Ooh…oh…)
What she do to make you love her (What did she do)
Is it real or forever
Baby, please can’t we stay together (Is it real or
Forever)

What she do, I do better (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
What she do to make you love her (Yeah, ooh…)
Is it real or forever (Is it real)
Baby, please can’t we stay together (Oh)

Whoa and I love you to love you, baby (Whoa and I love
You to love you, baby)
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby, ooh…
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby (Whoa and I love
You to love you, baby)
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby (Just to show
You Monica not havin’ it), yeah

{You make me feel}
You make me feel I’m so gone {So gone}, oh…
You make me {You make me feel}
Whoa and I love you to love you, baby, I {So gone},
Ooh

Said that I need you
I don’t really need you
Said that I need you, ooh

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Missy Eliott – Work It

August 26th, 2009

1010
This is a Missy Elliot one time exclusive (Come on)

[Chorus]
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
(“I put my thing down, flip and reverse it” – [backwards 2X])
If you got a big [elephant], let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
(“I put my thing down, flip and reverse it” – [backwards 2X])

[50 Cent (Missy)]
(REMIX) Unh Yeah
Now Missy she too much for me (I’m freaky)
She took me to to the crib man, she told me (eat me)
Now my babymama I told her ass not to beat me
Her broke ass wanna fight, Missy know how to treat me
She sitting on cash, she got money out the ass
Gave her them back shots and got money out her ass
Now you can see me in the coupe like WHAT
Next time I’ll hit her in that G5 TRUCK
I’ve got the magicstick, I can go for hours
From the bed to the floor, to the sink to the shower
With her back to the bed and her legs to the sky
I can go hard, know why, big girls don’t cry
I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching! Ching! Jackpot, I think I’m in love
I’m looking for Missy now so I can get my back rubbed
This the shit she hollered in my ear before we left the club

[Missy]
I’d like to get to know ya, so I can show ya
Put the pussy on ya, like I told ya
Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya
Your girl acting stank than call me ov-ah
Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa
Call before you come, I need to shave my cho-cha
You do or you don’t or you will or you won’t cha
Go downtown and eat it like a vul-cha
See my hips and my tips don’tcha
See my ass and my lips don’tcha
Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya
This the kinda beat that go wa-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah
Work it! I need a glass of wat-ah
Boy oh boy its good to know ya

[repeat chorus]

[Verse 2]

If you’re a fly gyal, get your nails done
Get a pedicure, get your hair did
Boy lift it up, lets make a toast-ah
Lets get drunk, its gon bring us clos-ah
Don’t I look like a Halle Berry post-ah?
See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya
Girlfriend wanna be like me nev-ah
You won’t find a bitch that’s even bett-ah
I make it hot as Las Vegas weath-ah
Listen up close while I take you backwards
(“Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards” – [backwards])
I’m not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want
I love your braids and your mouth full of funk
Love the way my ass ba-bump ba-bump bump
Keep your eyes on my ba-bump ba-bump bump
And think you can handle this ga-donk ga-donk donk
Take my thong off and my ass go boom
Cut the lights off so you see what I can do

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Boys, boys, all type of boys
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys
{??} thanga thang, {??} thanga thang
Girls, girls, get that cash
If its 9 to 5 or shakin ya ass
Ain’t no shame ladies, do your thang
Just make sure you ahead of tha game

Just cause I got a lot of fame sup-ah
Prince couldn’t get me change my name papa
Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no sir
Picture black sayin, “Oh yessuh massa”
Picture Lil’ Kim dating a pastor
Minute man, big men can outlast ya
Who is the best? I don’t have to ask ya
When I come out, you won’t even matt-ah
Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh
So you act dumb like ughhh, duh
And the drummer boy go pa-rum pa-pum pum
Give ya some some some of this Cinnabon

[Chorus]

To my fellas, ooooh
Good God, I like the way you work that
[scratching]
To my ladies, woo
You sure know how to work that, good God
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Missy Elliot – Wake Up

August 18th, 2009

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F/Jay-z

[Intro - Missy Elliott] {*w/ echoes*}
Hey yo Hov.. tell em
Hip-Hop better wake up

[Jay-Z]
Yeah! Turn the muh’fucking music up!
Breezy! Yeah! Turn the muh’fucking music up!

[Verse 1 - Missy Elliott]
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

[Chorus - Missy Elliott]
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)

[Verse 2 - Missy Elliott]
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

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Jay-Z] + (Missy)
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!

[*"Wake Up" - repeated to chorus*]

[Chorus]

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Missy Elliott – Pass That Dutch

August 9th, 2009

[Intro]
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..
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

[Verse 1]
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!)

[Chorus]
(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

[Verse 2]
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!’

[Chorus]

[Interlude]
Listen up, you have five seconds to catch your breath
Five – four – three – two – one {*alarm rings*}

[Verse 3]
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*}

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Pop that
Pass tha dutch baby!
Jiggle that fat

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Beyonce, Missy Elliott & Mc Lyte – Fighting Temptation

August 3rd, 2009

[Beyonce Sings]
Fighting Temptation

[Missy Says]
Yo Beyonce, Free, Mc Lyte y’all ready
Let it put it down for da clubs

[all four]
Ladies! (yeah) We got dat beat dat make you jump
To my fellas! (whoo)! I’ll got them cars them ladies love
Party People! (yeah) We gonna party all night
And let yo soul, work! (ooo!) And let yo soul keep on workin out

[First verse: Missy]
I’m the type of chick who be fightin’ temptation
Make you wait before we have a relation
Playboy holla at me lata’
Don’t you know I’m managed by violator (yeah!)

(they shootin’) I’m exterminator
I look good so hate me hater
Me and my girls drinkin’, where’s the waiter
Cheatin’ guys I already played ya
Ladies don’t saphacate us
If you touch us we gonna altercation
Warn Missy you’s impersonator
I got so much ice I even scare Jacob

[all four]
Beyonce, Mc Lyte, and Free
Missy Put it down on da beat

[Missy]
Party people it’s good sensation
We gonna show you how to fight temptation

[Chorus: Beyonce]
I’m just fighting temptation (yeah)
Gotta get more control (control, yeah)
Yet it’s very tempting when you ask to take me home (home)
You know you want my love (love)
I don’t think the time is right (no)
Call when I’m ready, but it won’t be tonight

[Second verse: Free]
We in da club Free gully no doubt
See this real deal playa starin’ dead in my mouth
He got his crew, but I got mine to
Send a note to my table like (what you gonna do)
Eye game got him spreadin’ me out
In my ear dry tears how he left his spouse
And oh, the nice cars and impressive house
He want to run up in I ain’t no regular route (hhoooo!)
Me and the girls we ain’t stressin’ out
We ain’t birds we ain’t headin’ south (nnnoooo)!
Them one nighters that’s sad and doubt
That little talk on da creep what you said is out
I gets cheddar, to help me do what ever, no beef with Dennis Hedwards but I
Fight temptation
I’m not sayin’ I don’t like temptation
I’m just lookin’ for da right temptation, ya kno’

[Chorus: Beyonce]
I’m just fighting temptation (Fighting temptation)
Gotta get more control (control, yeah)
Yet it’s very tempting when you ask to take me home (yeah eah)
You know you want my love (yeah yeah yeah)
I don’t think the time is right (ooohh!)
Call when I’m ready, but it won’t be tonight

[Third verse: Mc Lyte]
Yeah, party liked I neva partied before
I hit the door all the dudes hit the floor
Sweet, they messin’ wit da brown sugar queen
Fightin’ Temptation like Layla Ali wit da 1, 2
Let me show you wat da hon’ do, when I come through wi
190
T da utta dip crew
Now show me dat you got my back, love me from where you at
I got eyes up over my shoulder, if you should decide to get closer (hhooo!)
Well then this dance is straight over, I’m gone and Missy testaroasa
‘Be cool’ dat wat Free say
B say ‘keep it clean but give them lee way’
All I know it’s a crazy sensation
You fine but I’m fightin’ temptation

[Chorus: Beyonce]
I’m jus
Bf2
T fighting temptation (oohhh)
Gotta get more control (woooooo, ooohh)
Yet it’s very tempting when you ask to take me home (woooo)
You know you want my love (my love)
I don’t think the time is right (yeah)
Call when I’m ready, but it won’t be tonight (yeah yeah yeah)

[Beyonce]
Wooooooo

[Missy]
We goin’ show you how to fight temptation

[Beyonce & Free at the same time]
Beyonce: My love, yeah
Free: I’m jus’ lookin for da right temptation

[Beyonce]
Wooooo

[Beyonce & Missy at the same time]
Beyonce: yeah, yeah, yeah
Missy: We goin’ show you how to fight temptation

[Free]
I’m jus’ lookin for da right temptation

[Beyonce]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woooooo

[all four: repeat 3X]
W-w-what you gonna do

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Beyonce, Missy Elliott & Mc Lyte – Fighting Temptation

August 3rd, 2009

[Beyonce Sings]
Fighting Temptation

[Missy Says]
Yo Beyonce, Free, Mc Lyte y’all ready
Let it put it down for da clubs

[all four]
Ladies! (yeah) We got dat beat dat make you jump
To my fellas! (whoo)! I’ll got them cars them ladies love
Party People! (yeah) We gonna party all night
And let yo soul, work! (ooo!) And let yo soul keep on workin out

[First verse: Missy]
I’m the type of chick who be fightin’ temptation
Make you wait before we have a relation
Playboy holla at me lata’
Don’t you know I’m managed by violator (yeah!)

(they shootin’) I’m exterminator
I look good so hate me hater
Me and my girls drinkin’, where’s the waiter
Cheatin’ guys I already played ya
Ladies don’t saphacate us
If you touch us we gonna altercation
Warn Missy you’s impersonator
I got so much ice I even scare Jacob

[all four]
Beyonce, Mc Lyte, and Free
Missy Put it down on da beat

[Missy]
Party people it’s good sensation
We gonna show you how to fight temptation

[Chorus: Beyonce]
I’m just fighting temptation (yeah)
Gotta get more control (control, yeah)
Yet it’s very tempting when you ask to take me home (home)
You know you want my love (love)
I don’t think the time is right (no)
Call when I’m ready, but it won’t be tonight

[Second verse: Free]
We in da club Free gully no doubt
See this real deal playa starin’ dead in my mouth
He got his crew, but I got mine to
Send a note to my table like (what you gonna do)
Eye game got him spreadin’ me out
In my ear dry tears how he left his spouse
And oh, the nice cars and impressive house
He want to run up in I ain’t no regular route (hhoooo!)
Me and the girls we ain’t stressin’ out
We ain’t birds we ain’t headin’ south (nnnoooo)!
Them one nighters that’s sad and doubt
That little talk on da creep what you said is out
I gets cheddar, to help me do what ever, no beef with Dennis Hedwards but I
Fight temptation
I’m not sayin’ I don’t like temptation
I’m just lookin’ for da right temptation, ya kno’

[Chorus: Beyonce]
I’m just fighting temptation (Fighting temptation)
Gotta get more control (control, yeah)
Yet it’s very tempting when you ask to take me home (yeah eah)
You know you want my love (yeah yeah yeah)
I don’t think the time is right (ooohh!)
Call when I’m ready, but it won’t be tonight

[Third verse: Mc Lyte]
Yeah, party liked I neva partied before
I hit the door all the dudes hit the floor
Sweet, they messin’ wit da brown sugar queen
Fightin’ Temptation like Layla Ali wit da 1, 2
Let me show you wat da hon’ do, when I come through wi
190
T da utta dip crew
Now show me dat you got my back, love me from where you at
I got eyes up over my shoulder, if you should decide to get closer (hhooo!)
Well then this dance is straight over, I’m gone and Missy testaroasa
‘Be cool’ dat wat Free say
B say ‘keep it clean but give them lee way’
All I know it’s a crazy sensation
You fine but I’m fightin’ temptation

[Chorus: Beyonce]
I’m jus
C0e
T fighting temptation (oohhh)
Gotta get more control (woooooo, ooohh)
Yet it’s very tempting when you ask to take me home (woooo)
You know you want my love (my love)
I don’t think the time is right (yeah)
Call when I’m ready, but it won’t be tonight (yeah yeah yeah)

[Beyonce]
Wooooooo

[Missy]
We goin’ show you how to fight temptation

[Beyonce & Free at the same time]
Beyonce: My love, yeah
Free: I’m jus’ lookin for da right temptation

[Beyonce]
Wooooo

[Beyonce & Missy at the same time]
Beyonce: yeah, yeah, yeah
Missy: We goin’ show you how to fight temptation

[Free]
I’m jus’ lookin for da right temptation

[Beyonce]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woooooo

[all four: repeat 3X]
W-w-what you gonna do

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Beyonce, Missy Elliott & Mc Lyte – Fighting Temptation

August 3rd, 2009

[Beyonce Sings]
Fighting Temptation

[Missy Says]
Yo Beyonce, Free, Mc Lyte y’all ready
Let it put it down for da clubs

[all four]
Ladies! (yeah) We got dat beat dat make you jump
To my fellas! (whoo)! I’ll got them cars them ladies love
Party People! (yeah) We gonna party all night
And let yo soul, work! (ooo!) And let yo soul keep on workin out

[First verse: Missy]
I’m the type of chick who be fightin’ temptation
Make you wait before we have a relation
Playboy holla at me lata’
Don’t you know I’m managed by violator (yeah!)

(they shootin’) I’m exterminator
I look good so hate me hater
Me and my girls drinkin’, where’s the waiter
Cheatin’ guys I already played ya
Ladies don’t saphacate us
If you touch us we gonna altercation
Warn Missy you’s impersonator
I got so much ice I even scare Jacob

[all four]
Beyonce, Mc Lyte, and Free
Missy Put it down on da beat

[Missy]
Party people it’s good sensation
We gonna show you how to fight temptation

[Chorus: Beyonce]
I’m just fighting temptation (yeah)
Gotta get more control (control, yeah)
Yet it’s very tempting when you ask to take me home (home)
You know you want my love (love)
I don’t think the time is right (no)
Call when I’m ready, but it won’t be tonight

[Second verse: Free]
We in da club Free gully no doubt
See this real deal playa starin’ dead in my mouth
He got his crew, but I got mine to
Send a note to my table like (what you gonna do)
Eye game got him spreadin’ me out
In my ear dry tears how he left his spouse
And oh, the nice cars and impressive house
He want to run up in I ain’t no regular route (hhoooo!)
Me and the girls we ain’t stressin’ out
We ain’t birds we ain’t headin’ south (nnnoooo)!
Them one nighters that’s sad and doubt
That little talk on da creep what you said is out
I gets cheddar, to help me do what ever, no beef with Dennis Hedwards but I
Fight temptation
I’m not sayin’ I don’t like temptation
I’m just lookin’ for da right temptation, ya kno’

[Chorus: Beyonce]
I’m just fighting temptation (Fighting temptation)
Gotta get more control (control, yeah)
Yet it’s very tempting when you ask to take me home (yeah eah)
You know you want my love (yeah yeah yeah)
I don’t think the time is right (ooohh!)
Call when I’m ready, but it won’t be tonight

[Third verse: Mc Lyte]
Yeah, party liked I neva partied before
I hit the door all the dudes hit the floor
Sweet, they messin’ wit da brown sugar queen
Fightin’ Temptation like Layla Ali wit da 1, 2
Let me show you wat da hon’ do, when I come through wi
190
T da utta dip crew
Now show me dat you got my back, love me from where you at
I got eyes up over my shoulder, if you should decide to get closer (hhooo!)
Well then this dance is straight over, I’m gone and Missy testaroasa
‘Be cool’ dat wat Free say
B say ‘keep it clean but give them lee way’
All I know it’s a crazy sensation
You fine but I’m fightin’ temptation

[Chorus: Beyonce]
I’m jus
Bf2
T fighting temptation (oohhh)
Gotta get more control (woooooo, ooohh)
Yet it’s very tempting when you ask to take me home (woooo)
You know you want my love (my love)
I don’t think the time is right (yeah)
Call when I’m ready, but it won’t be tonight (yeah yeah yeah)

[Beyonce]
Wooooooo

[Missy]
We goin’ show you how to fight temptation

[Beyonce & Free at the same time]
Beyonce: My love, yeah
Free: I’m jus’ lookin for da right temptation

[Beyonce]
Wooooo

[Beyonce & Missy at the same time]
Beyonce: yeah, yeah, yeah
Missy: We goin’ show you how to fight temptation

[Free]
I’m jus’ lookin for da right temptation

[Beyonce]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woooooo

[all four: repeat 3X]
W-w-what you gonna do

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Missy Elliot – Pass That Dutch

July 31st, 2009

[Intro]
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

[Verse - 1]
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!)

[Chorus]
(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

[Verse - 2]
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!”

[Chorus]

[Interlude]
Listen up, you have five seconds to catch your breath
Five – four – three – two – one {*alarm rings*}

[Verse - 3]
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*}

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Pop that
Pass tha dutch baby!
Jiggle that fat

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