Missy Elliott - We Run It

Ho… Ho… 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 you from f***ing all week You don’t to have to show ya How freakish I act when im not sober Whut up & tow up sho nuff I ain’t scared to take it off (tell the freak to take it off) Tipsy & I feel good (feel good) Black dudes got big woods Into I do it I dun it If you really really want it then stop frontin (stop frontin) Boy you know im your type (your type) 5’2 and wear my jeans real tight My curves they swerve so superb My word’s my word and I came to slurr it We run this (run this) We run this (run this) We run this (run this) Oh, oh, oh, It don’t matter where you from it’s where you at & if you came to freak-a-leak you better bring your hat East coast, west coast, down south Represent your coast Yea we run it Yea we run it Yall don’t want it Cause my coast run it Oh We run this s*** We run this s*** Wanna pull my hair Break my back Put it right money might ?? Back to back you can’t even keep track It’s a fact freaks like to get slap Suck my toes & then a back rub I don’t come to do it I just wanna be touched Look at how yall are makin me blush got enough to go round ?? Wanna run that tush in a bush Don’t my diamonds look real good & they shine so hard that it glitters Too many carats they look like critters & we can do it all night Take a flashlight you see up in my windpipe I like the ? up in your height I wanna know can you handle the might We run this (run this) We run this (run this) We run this (run this) Oh, oh, oh, It don’t matter where you from it’s where you at & if you came to freak-a-leak you better bring your hat East coast, west coast, down south Represent your coast Yea we run it Yea we run it Yall don’t want it Cause my coast run it Oh We run this s*** We run this s*** Any hustlas in the party yall (hell yea) If you a pimp let me see you party hard (hell yea) Oh strippers take your clothes off (hell yea) Yall superstars You don’t need no bodyguards (hell yea) I roll hard a lot of rappers say I say im way too hard Pull up to the club in a rental car Where the freaks at Them freaks at the bar Where the hard 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 hype & I don’t give a f*** We run this (run this) We run this (run this) We run this (run this) Oh, oh, oh, It don’t matter where you from it’s where you at & if you came to freak-a-leak you better bring your hat We run this (run this) We run this (run this) We run this (run this) Oh, oh, oh Represent your coast & act like you know Know how to act before you step your two feet in the do’ Oh, hello Oh, you want your nails and the manicure Oh, $5 $5 extra French tip $5 and extra for a French tip You trippin Оh, oh, no, no, no You need a exfortiation What the hell is a exfortiation Exfortiation for the feet Exfortiation for my feet Ain’t nothing wrong with my feet Yes, the feet, the big toe The hammer toe Ain’t nothing wrong with my toe man Look can I get my nails done please You want a chicken with your manicure Chicken look I don’t want no fried rice, no egg rolls, I want a manicure Okay let me order Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen I ain’t got time for this bulls**t Im outta here You better pay me I know you missy elliott Ill call Wendy Williams Ill call