Respect M.E.

My style can't be dupilcated or recycled.
This chick is a sick individual.
Sick tape, volume 2!
Believe it!
Oh! Oh!
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 ya up from fucking all week
You don't want me to show ya
How freak bitches act when I ain't soba
Word up, I'm tore up, sure 'nough
I ain't scared to take it off(tell the freak to take it off)
Tipsy and it feel good
Black dudes got big woods
Into it, I do it, I did it
If you really, really want it then nigga stop fronting (stop fronting)
Hey boy you know I'm your type (your type)
5'2 and 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
Oh, oh, oh
It don't matter where you from
It's where you at
And if you came to freak-a-leak better bring your hat
East coast, west coast, down south
Represent your coast
Yeah we run it
Yeah we run it
Y'all don't want it
Cause my coast run it
Oh
We run this shit
We run this shit

Wanna pull my hair
Break my back
For the right money might sit in your lap
Back to back I can't even keep track
It's a fact the freaks love to get slapped
Suck my toes, I need a back rub
I don't come to do it
I just wanna be touched
Look at how y'all making me blush
I'm enough to go around so people don't push
Wanna run that tush in the bush
Don't my diamonds look real good?
And they shine so hard that he glittas
So many karats they look like crittas
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
Oh, oh, oh
It don't matter where you from
It's where you at
And if you came to freak-a-leak better bring your hat
East coast, west coast, down south
Represent your coast
Yeah we run it
Yeah we run it
Y'all don't want it
Cause my coast run it
Oh
We run this shit
We run this shit

Any hustler's in the party y'all? (hell ya)
If you's a pimp let me see ya party hard (hell ya)
Oh strippers take yo clothes off (hell ya)
Y'all superstars
Y'all don't need no bodyguards (hell ya)

Nigga I bow guard
A lot of rappers fake way to hard
Pull up to the club in a rental car
Where the freaks at
Freaks at da bar where da hard drinks are
Don't start
If 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
Oh, oh, oh
It don't matter where you from
It's where you at
And if you came to freak-a-leak better bring your hat
We run this (run this)
We run this (run this)
We run this
Oh, oh, oh
Represent your coast and act like you know
Know how to act before you step your two feet in the do'

[Missy]
This is for my ghetto motherfuckers
Uh hey, are you really a hot boy?
Oh, check me

[Lil' Mo]
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 by yourself
Can I move wit? you, do you need some help
I cook boy, I?ll give you more
I?mma fly girl, and I like those

[Missy & Lil' Mo]
Hot boyz
Baby you got what I want
See 'cause why'all be drivin? Lexus jeeps
And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps
Nothin? cheaper, got them Platinum Visa's

Hot boyz
Baby you got what I want
See 'cause why'all be drivin? Jaguars
And the Bentley?s, and the Rolls Royce
Playin? hardballs wit? them Platinum Visa's

[Lil' Mo]
Is that your car, the SK-8
Are you riding alone, can I be your date
Come get me, gimmie, don't dis me, don't trick me
Got some friends, can they come too
Can you hook them up wit? some boyz like you
A hot boy, a rock boy, on top boy
And I like those

[Missy & Lil' Mo]
Hot boyz
Baby you got what I want
See 'cause why'all be drivin? Lexus jeeps
And the Benz jeeps, and the Lincoln jeeps
Nothin? cheaper, wit' them Platinum Visa's

Hot boyz
Baby you got what I want
See 'cause why'all be drivin? Jaguars
And the Bentley?s, and the Rolls Royce
Playin? hardball wit? them Platinum Visa's

[Missy]
Yo, I?mma dig in yo' pockets
Dig in yo' wallets
Is there money unfounded
Yeah, you got my heart poundin?
You a hot boy, drive a drop boy
With a lot boy, and you tote a glock boy
Give me no reason, I know that you treatin?
These diamonds I'm needin?, make you believe it
I want a lot boy, with a hot boy
Got a fun toy and you tote a glock boy

[Missy & Lil' Mo']
Hot boy
Baby you got what I want
won't you really come and satisfy me
I be lovin? you like endlessly
(Everyday all day)

Hot boy
Baby you got what I want
won't you really come and satisfy me
I be lovin? you like endlessly
(Oh, yes I will)

[Missy]
Where the Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps
And the Lincoln jeeps, and the Bentley?s
And the Jaguars, and the fly cars
Where you at?

Where your Lexus jeeps, and the Benz jeeps
And the Lincoln jeeps, and the Bentley?s
And the Jaguars, and the fly cars
Where you at?

[Lil' Mo']
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Hot boyz, hot boyz (I'm out)
Hot boyz, I like ?em like that

(Rock the joint)
Me I'm supa fly, supa dupa fly, supa dupa fly (I can't stand the rain!)
Me I'm supa fly ('gainst my window) supa dupa fly, supa dupa fly (I can't stand the rain!)
Me I'm supa fly ('gainst my window) supa dupa fly, supa dupa fly (I, I can't stand the rain!)
Me I'm supa fly ('gainst my window)

When the rain hits my window
I take and (inhale, cough me some indo
Me and Timbaland, ooh, we sang a jangle
We so tight, that you get our styles Tango
Sway on dosie-do like you loco
Singing Can we get kinky tonight? Like CoCo, so-so
You don't wanna play with my yo-yo
I smoke my hydro on the dee-low

(I can't stand the rain! 'gainst my window)
(I can't stand the rain! 'gainst my window)
(I can't stand the rain! 'gainst my window)
(I, I can't stand the rain! 'gainst my window)

Beep beep, who got the keys to the Jeep? Vroom!
I'm driving to the beach, top down, loud sounds, see my peeps
Give them pounds, now look who it be (who it be)
It be me me me and Timothy (me me!)
Look like it's bout to rain, what a shame (uh-huh)
I got the Armor-All to shine up the stain
Oh Missy, try to maintain
Icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky

(I can't stand the rain!)
(I can't stand the rain!)
('gainst my window, I, I can't stand the rain!)
('gainst my window, I can't stand the rain!)
('gainst my window, I can't stand the rain!)

I feel the wind, five six seven, eight nine ten
Begin, I sit on Hill's like Lauryn
Until the rain starts, coming down, pouring chill,
I got my umbrella
My finger waves be dazed, they fall like Humpty
Chumpy, I break up with him before he dump me
To have me yes you lucky (I can't stand the rain!)

('gainst my window, I can't stand the rain!)
('gainst my window, I, I can't stand the rain!)
('gainst my window, I can't stand the rain!)
('gainst my window, I can't stand the rain!)
(Like that baby) (I can't stand the rain!)
(Can you stand the rain? Can you stand the rain?)
(I can't stand the rain!)
(Can you stand the rain? (I can't stand the rain!)
(Can you stand the rain? Can you stand the rain?)
(I can't stand the rain!)
('gainst my window, I can't stand the rain!)
('gainst my window, I, I can't stand the rain!)
('gainst my window, I can't stand the rain!)
('gainst my window, I can't stand the rain!)

(I can't stand the rain!)
(I can't stand the rain!)

Yo, yo yo move out of the way
We got missy Elliott coming through
Girl that is missy Elliott she lost a lot of weight
Girl I heard she eats one cracker a day
Oh well I heard the bitch was married to Tim and started fucking with Trina
I heard the bitch got hit with three zebras and a monkey
I can't stand the bitch no way

When I walk up in the piece
I ain't gotta even speak
I'm a bad mamajama goddammit motherfucker you ain't gotta like me
How you studying these hoes
Need to talk what you know
And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking jus mad it ain't yours
I know ya'll poor ya'll broke
Ya'll job jus hanging up clothes
Step to me get burnt like toast
Muthafuckas adios amigos
Halves halves wholes wholes
I don't brag I mostly boast
From the VA to the LA coast
Iffy kiffy izzy oh

Musi ques
I sews on bews
I pues a twos on que zat
Pue zoo
My kizzer
Pous zigga ay zee
Its all kizza
Its always like
Its all kizza
Its always like
Na zound
Wa zee
Wa zoom zoom zee

When I pull up in my whip
Bitches wanna talk shit
I'm driving I'm glad and I'm styling
in these muthafuckas eyes did you see it?
I'm gripping these curbs
Skuur, did ya heard
I love em, my fellas, my furs
I fly like a bird
Chicken heads on the prowl
Who you trying fuck now
Naw you ain't getting loud
Better calm down for I smack your ass down
I need my drums bass high
Has to be my snare strings horns and
I need my Tim sound
right, left
Izzy kizzy looky here

Musi ques
I sews on bews
I pues a twos on que zat
Pue zoo
My kizzer
Pous zigga ay zee
Its all kizza
Its always like
Its all kizza
Its always like
Na zound
Wa zee
Wa zoom zoom zee

I don't go out my house shorty
You just waiting to see
Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next week
Just wanna see who I am fucking boy
Sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio

Yeah, uh huh, okay
Once upon a time in College Park
Where they live life fast and they scared of dark
There was a little nigga by the name of Cris
Nobody paid him any mind
No one gave a shit
Knowing he could rap
No one lifted a hand
So he went about his business and devised a plan
Made a CD and then he hit the block
50 thousand sold
Seven dollars a pop
Hold the phone
Three years later
Steeped out the swamp
With ten and a half gators
All around the world on the microphone
Leaving the booth smelling like Burberry cologne
Still riding chrome
Got bitches in the kitchen
Never home alone
And he's on the grind
Please let me know if he's on your mind
And respect you'll give me
Ludacris I live loud just like Timmy
Fuck, have to clear these rumors
I got a headache and it's not from tumors
Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight
Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight
Hard to the core
Core to the right
Drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton

Musi ques
I sews on bews
I pues a twos on que zat
Pue zoo
My kizzer
Pous zigga ay zee
Its all kizza
Its always like
Its all kizza
Its always like
Na zound
Wa zee
Wa zoom zoom zee

Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
I know I know, I don't even care about her being preganant by Michael Jackson
You know what we should do
We should go get her album when it comes out
There she go, there she go, there she
Heeeey Misssy

Hi Missy?
What's up fools?
You think I aint knowin yall broke Milli Vanilli
Jay Jay fan wannabes aint over here gossiping bout me?
Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents so your lights wont get cut off
You soggy breasts, cow stomachs
Yo take those baby GAP shirts off, too
You just mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo by the way, go get my album
Damn!