[Missy Elliott]
My style can`t be duplicated or recycled
This chick is a sick individual
SICKTATE, VOLUME TWO, BELIEVE IT!
{*Apache breaks start*}
HO!! HO!!
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
[Chorus]
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
[Missy Elliott]
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
[Chorus]
[Missy Elliott]
Any hustlers in the party y`all - HELL YEAH
If youse a pimp lemme see you party hard - HELL YEAH
Ohhhh strippers take yo` clothes off - HELL YEAH
Y`all superstars, y`all don`t need no bodyguards - HELL YEAH
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
[Outro Chorus]
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!
