Missy Elliott

Wake Up Vocal:Missy Elliott/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 bett

[Missy] She's ah, uh uh, bitch Yo, I'ma tell y'all straight up and down It's like this for real, it's goin' down like this foreal She's ah, bitch (tell 'em) I'm sick of y'all fake Timbaland beat bitin', you know what I'm sayin' I'ma bring it to y'all

★ 沉醉寒风 The party's jumpin, I see something fine Boy I wanna kiss you, but I'm just too shy Let me dance with you, let me wear you out Here's a glass of orange juice, let's go X it out The music's bangin, way down in my soul When you dance behind me,

★ 沉醉寒风 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

Yeah! Imma Make You Dance, You Dance! Imma Triple Threat! Imma Make You Bounce, Bounce, Bounce So Hard Until You Break Yo Neck Imma Keep It Crunk! It Crunk! Imma Space Cadet! Space (Space) Hit (Hit) So (So) Hard (Hard) That You Feel It In Yo Chest! M

[Beyonce] There ain't nothing out there [Missy] A Missy Elliott Exclusive [Missy (phone)] I know one thing Beyonce better not answer this phone Her and the ladies in free I ain't got no money either shoot We 'posed to been at the club [Beyonce] Oh He

My best friend say She sick of me cryin on the phone Tellin how the Men are doggin me My best friend say Don't tell her nothin bout me can you girl She ain't showin me no sympathy My best friend say If she was me she'd let you go long long time ago M

[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [00:01.00]Artist: Missy Elliott [00:02.00]Album: The Cookbook (2005) [00:03.00]Song: Meltdown [00:04.00]Bet it, bet it taste like candy [00:18.00] [00:20.00]I broke up wit my ex I couldn't take his sarcasm [00:24.00]Everytime we bon

沉醉寒风 To the M-I prrrrrrrr, cat like a semi Nigga stole my car, why'nt you get my Give yo' ass a black eye Oh, say bye-bye I'mma give your body to the sky Run through your clique Nigga, you pissed on trip I'mma have to bust you in your lips And the wh

[Slick Rick] It's entertainment time! Woo Got Missy Elliott in the house, got Slick Rick in the house We doing big things here kids Hip-Hop's finest, Slick Slick Slick Rick an' M (Slick Rick an' M) Go Missy, go Missy, go Missy, go Missy (Slick Rick a

[Missy] This is an old school Missy exclusive [Verse 1] Look I ain't on no ra-ra shit You don't wanna test how far Miss get Me and Tim's cars got kits But we don't drive around trying to prove you shit Everyone trying to be that bitch But there can o

My twinkies looks stanky on the benz and don't I gotta look shweet for my mens i make em think i got a whole bunch of paper and even date a ball player from the lakers now faker taker maker holla at cha later shake and wake up tell em what to get my

Verse One: Missy (singing) I was lookin for affection So I decided to go, swing that dick in my direction I'll be out of control Let's take it to perfection Just you and me Let's see if you can bring the bring the bring the nasty out of me Nownownow

(Intro) Please Stand Up! In 2005 the industry will be pussy whipped It Wont be easy! (Verse1) They like mommy with the cute face can i get a date, Mommy got a cute shape mommy make em wait, papi havin trouble trying to keep up the pace, mommy got the

i 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

[Intro: 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 [Missy Elliott] WOO!!! HA!!!! Sak Passe?!!! WOO WOO WOO WOO!!! HA!!! AHHH!

★ 沉醉寒风 This is for my ghetto motherfuckers Uh hey, are you really a hot boy? Oh, check me What's your name, cause I'm impressed Can you treat me good, I won't settle for less You a hot boy, a rock boy A fun toy, tote a glock boy Where you live, is it

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

[ti:Work It ] [ar:Missy Elliott] [al:Respect Me] [00:20.00]:455905859 [00:02.97]{*scratching*} DJ please, pick up your phone [00:07.09]I'm on the request line {*scratching*} [00:23.80]This is a Missy Elliott one time exclusive [00:30.68]Is it worth i

(feat. Mike Jones) [1:36 long skit precedes the actual song] [Elliott] Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy [scratch] Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh [Elliott] Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy [Speak'n'Spell - vowel sounds] [Elliott] Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy [scratch] Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh - so