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Missy Elliott - We Run This Lyrics

(Missy Elliot):
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.

Verse 1:
I drink that cone yeah, step back cuz i might put it on ya.
I go deep so deep, til you sleep, count sheep wake ya up
from f****** all week.
You don't want me to show ya how freak b**** act when I ain't soba.
One of em, tore up, sho nuff. I ain't scared to take it off,
tell em' free 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 frontin.
Hey, boy you know I'm 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.

(Chorus)
We run this, we run this, we run this, ugh! ugh! 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 snicka!
East coast, west coast, down south, represent your coast.
Yeah we run it, yeah we run it, y'all don't want it cuz my coast run it. Oh!
We run this s***, we run this s***!

Verse 2:
Wanna pull my hair, break my back?
Put it 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 and in the back rub. I don't come to do it,
I just wanna be touched.
Look at how y'all makin me blush,
some enough to go around so groupie don't push.
Wanna run that tusch in the bush. Don't my diamonds look real good?
And they shine so hard that he glittas,
so many karots 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.

(Chorus)

Hook:
Any hustla's in the party y'all? Hell ya!
If you's a pimp let me see ya party on, Hell ya!
Oh, strippas take yo clothes off, Hell ya!
Y'all superstars y'all don't need no bodyguards, Hell ya!

Verse 3:
Nigga I bow guard, allota 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, wit a superstar.
I got my foot on the clutch, see me bounce my butt,
Misdeameanor too much and I don't give a f***!

Bridge: We run this, we run this, we run this. ugh! ugh! 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 snicka!
We run this, we run this, we run this. ugh! ugh! oh!
Represent your coast and act like ya know,
Know how to act fore' you step your two feet in the door!