Free Yourself (feat. Missy Elliott) - Fantasia

Hello baby This is a Missy Elliott exclusive (Uh) He just wanna get me hot He just tryna get my twat He wanna taste of my goodies He say it taste like butterscotch Boy you cannot get me locked You tryna get me you get blocked Unless you tryna marry me My ring must be big as a rock I open up my candy shop, my panties drop You see what I got, ya I got the strawberries and berries, them chocolates nice All in the box Know you better stop, 'cause I am the cream of the crop Baby you know what I got I'm top notch I keep rubbin' 'til your body start to tweak, ahh When you push up on it, put that thang on me boy What's popping, baby? Can you put me to sleep, yeah Every time you see me, do me dirty, yeah I'll be back, I talk that, I want that shit bad I can't wait 'til midnight, baby come see me I-I-I-I-I-I-I, oh, I-I-I-I-I-I-I If I am your girl or your chick Don't treat me like I'm just a bitch Boy you don't try to play stick 'Cause Missy not chasin' your d- Boy you don't wanna get hit, you's a trip 'round your boys You be flippin' that script Tell me why you be frontin', you know you so pussy-whipped I am the best that they get, when I kiss on ya lips and I'm throwin' these d- All on your face that you taste on, that's cake when I shake it I might let you lick Licky-lit, like kitty-kit, let you hit it real quick I'm fit like a brick, I'm hot as one can get This shit is so lit I keep rubbin' 'til your body start to tweak, ahh When you push up on it, put that thang on me boy What's popping, baby? Can you put me to sleep, yeah Every time you see me, do me dirty, yeah I'll be back, I talk that, I want that shit bad I can't wait 'til midnight, baby come see me I-I-I-I-I-I-I, oh, I-I-I-I-I-I-I Softly, tell me would you stay baby You know I give you more than she I know just where you wanna be, yeah Hair-do wild, make-up on your favorite pillow, baby Louder than the TV, knockin' boots We rockin' to grindin' music playin' I wish you could see what I see, baby Comin' for you boy, don't you say a thing Baby, why you so thirst? (Thirst) Boy you just a big flirt (Flirt) You know I got a man Know this p- not yours (Yours) You just tryna pop the churrs You get kicked to the curb (Curb) I know want this big old donk But you must wife this chick first I'm lookin' for a romance (Woo) We could hold hands (Woo) Handstand, do a lap dance (Woo) Yeah I want a black man To eat it up like Pac-Man Boy you stop playin' (Woo, yeah) Stop playin' This be the jam Miss don't really give a damn I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn I don't-I don't-I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn (Woo) I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn I don't-I don't-I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn (Woo) Ahh-ahh-ahh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Oh, with you babe, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

This is a Misdemeanor exclusive If your radio is experiencing any kind of difficulties Turn the volume up Yes, turn the volume up Yes, turn the volume up This is an exclusive Turn the volume up It's very necessary, on the contrary No you do not scare me, is you drinkin' Bloody Mary? But shit, you betta hurry, before I have to bury My attitude is bitchy, 'cuz my period is heavy I used to drive a Chevy, put twenties on that baby My nigga was the shit, but then that stupid nigga left me And now I'm lovin' Larry, but Larry go with Terri And Terri is a freak, but it's his baby she will carry The life he live's a fairy, cartoon like, "Tom and Jerry" My flow is legendary and your style is temporary Yeah, you need to worry, like Jason, it gets scary The words that I spit don't fit in that category Is my vision blurry? My speech is very slurry Me without Tim is like Jamaicans with no curry And yes, it's necessary, so hurry, nigga, hurry 'Cuz when this album drops, you whack MC's will all get buried Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Your style's very crummy, that's why you have no money You always looking bummy, I don't care if you don't love me Don't try to come before me, unless you are a dummy Repeat, you'll lose your teeth and I would hate to call you gummy Rainy or sunny, battle no way, honey This not a game of Hide-and-Seek, go call ya mummy It's about get so ugly, and I'ma keep y'all runnin' Hiding from me, 'cuz you know you are weak You ain't sayin' nothin', I keep it jumpin' jumpin' In your Kenwoods, I'm bumpin' sumthin' in ya trunk'n You can say I'm buggin', 'cuz when I come out bustin' That's why y'all be discussin' who I like and who I'm fuckin' Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon Fickidy, uh, uh, uh C'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon I had a little homie named Paul Revere Smokes blunt after blunt, guzzled 40's of beer He used to swear up and down every first of the year He was gon' quit smokin', but he never did Watch y'all huskey, it's about that time Gettin' ready for the club 'round quarter 'til nine Couple bottles of hypnotic in the back of the ride Might spit like a girl, but I hit like a guy Me and Missy ballin' up the Avenue Funky fresh dressed to impress, we mackin' dudes Music biz only reason I ain't jackin' fools You know bullshit walk and stackin' rules Niggas keeps drawin', the streets keep callin' Drink 'til I'm nice and uh, uh-uh, on'n I'm bad luck, y'all mad 'cuz y'all suck Please do not try to fuck with this young duck Please do not try to fuck with this young duck Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party Funky, funky fresh dressed to impress Turn the volume up Turn the volume up

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 an' M) Excuse me Mr. Lawrence, you look nice Simply delicious, Missy want some kisses Let's go to the crib, get cozy in the nude And treat me like a prostitute Now pardon me sir, I'm such a real lady Ride in Mercedes to make the bitches hate me Cruise up and down one two fifth Lookin' for a guy like you to get with I seen this cutie pie, so I pulled beside him Seen the size of his feet, so I couldn't deny him Might as well try him, the freak that I am M dot SE always grindin' Please don't think I'm crazy (oh) But boy you are super fine (do it to me, do it to me) Thank you Missy Irresistible delicious (oh) holla! Enough to make me lose my mind (lose my mind) Yeah You know I really want it (Slick Slick Slick Rick an' M, now I want it, yeah) Don't make me wait oh no, no don't make me wait oh no (Missy) No longer will I pretend (Slick Rick in the house) Let's get it on cause we both grow (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Intelligent, delicate, watch how the fella get Bump into my home girl in Miami, Missy Elliott Green blush on her eyelid, hi Miss! Gave honey a hug I feel her touching my privates Shuck I guess, main course is in I said you know I'm married? Yeah and what's that supposed to mean? Proposition for you Ruler Proceed on Well I got a track I need you spit a mean 16 on You with it? Down to bless one and I left one The Hit Factory, later on around eleven With my notebook, and pencil, I slides on in I see her looking mighty sexy and the lights all dim Have a drink The booze and the karmy go oddly After having a drink I start to feel unusually horny Swelling stone, or well writ poems Busy pounding like I'm trying to break her pelvis bones Please don't think I'm crazy (oh, Slick Rick is in the house) But boy you are super fine (do it to me, do it to me) Thank you Missy Irresistible delicious (oh) holla! Enough to make me lose my mind, lose my mind Know I really want it, and now I want it Don't make me wait oh no, no don't make me wait oh no No longer will I pretend Boss of the females Let's get it on cause we both grown (recognize, recognize) Excuse me sir, oh gosh you look young But old enough to get it to get yo' head sprung Sit down relax, it's soft here on my couch Or give me hands strictly you might get turned out Cutie pie, 'til I sit beside him Nice shoe size, how could I deny him Big bankroll to help me retire Me and him together smell like big empire (uh huh) Don't treat me like a prostitute Unless you're giving me some money making sure I look cute But don't treat me like a prostitute Unless you're giving me some money making sure I look cute Please don't think I'm crazy (oh) P-p-please don't think I'm crazy (oh) Bu-bu-but boy you are super fine (d-do it to me, do it to me) F-f-f-ine

{Missy it's Diane Here's the information for the Where, where you can send the flowers to The florist for Aaliyah I'll give you the phone, phone number In case you need it Okay Missy take of yourself I love you I love you, bye, bye} I been checkin' on your moms and dad And your brother, sister, day you left Passed on and went away with God But for your momma it's been so damn hard I hate to even hear her cry Aaliyah, she asked me "Why would her baby girl go this way?" Can you give me better words to say? One day she'll see you again With the same old beautiful smile Long hair and the voice of a hummingbird You'll be singing them same old songs Aaliyah, can you hear me? I hope that you're proud of me Me and Tim, we been doing our thing But it's never been the same since you had to go I ain't never met a friend more incredible I know you're in real good hands With God, but damn, I miss you Aaliyah, if you see Left Eye Will you tell her me and Boz miss her too? 'Cuz no one's gonna fill her space TC L not replaced Y'all the reasons we learned to love Love fly high wit' your twenty two doves One day we'll see her again With the same old beautiful smile Crazy but sexy, cool An' she'll be rappin' them same old songs Lisa, can you hear me? We hope that you're proud of us TLC has come long way But it's never been the same since you had to go 'Cuz the healing process will be long and slow Aaliyah, I know you're in a safer place You're face to face with the creator and our maker And if you and Left Eye happen to chat Tell her me an' Tionne, we know she much safer If you see Biggie Smalls, up in the clouds Tell him, he's still the illest MC we had around 2Pac, there is only one, Big Pun RIP We say one, yeah, yeah One day we will see y'all again With the same old beautiful smiles All styles, so many styles And y'all be doing the same old things The last time we seen ya We hope y'all can change the world Let them see how short life be It would never be the same since you had to go To the music world y'all are incredible