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Missy Elliott U Cant Resist Here are the song lyrics for U Cant Resist by Missy Elliott. For more excellent Missy Elliott lyrics, run a search! [baby] Uh, whats happenin? what Uptown, new orleans in this bitch with va, you understand? With this hot girl, missy Fuckin with these uptown guerillas, you dig? If it dont make dollars, it dont make sense Do yo thing girl [missy] Yall dont wanna gimme my props? Imma have to lick two shots on my glock Pop-pop the enemy till he drop Make his whole body go hibbie-to-the-hop Well I wont stop till I get up to the top Gotta blow any other state off the block And I got a whole lotta chedda in my pocks You better gimmie giimme five mics, gimme props Say you sick of my clique and my shit cause I got a whole lotta hits and no tricks Just a bass line, few snares, few kicks Make the whole industry wanna go and bit I say you sit, we sit, I sit While I go shit on a mix like this Say you spit, I spit, we spit But you cant fuck with a nigga like this Check me out 1 - hatin on us but ya cant resist If you come hard, better come legit We gon talk shit cause we confident If you think not, then you bound to sit Hatin on us but ya cant resist If you come hard, better come legit We gon talk shit cause we confident We gon show you so you best believe it [missy] Yall dont wanna put me on front On the front page, all the shit I don done? Now you wanna fuck around and grade my shit? Lets talk about the million niggas who bit Its only one timothy from the v. And the whole industry goin beep-beep Now I gotta go change up my beats So another nigga wont duplicate me Yeah I got styles, got shows, videos And my shows, it grows, it grows And I sing, I flow, I blows And I know yall niggas know When I come swift with the one-two kick If ya got a blunt, got a light, got it lit Yeah, dont stop, wont stop, wont quit And I made 1.6 admit, check me out Repeat 1 [b.g.] Im that nigga that tote them aks B.g. is what they call me I be in them project hallways Beef with me, you gon be sorry Me and my niggasll shut yo block down We got ks so, put them glocks down You scared to come outside Them hot boys got you on lock-down This nigga here from cmb Roll with a clique about 20 deep Cause I made a mill, it dont mean I aint gonna keep it real with my peeps All I have is thugs in my clique All my niggas, they come off the street Now all of a sudden hoes on my dick Cause Im on bet and mtv [juvenile] It aint no secret, this nigga be project Getting paid, thats whats my object Aint none of you niggas gon stop this Cause Im bout makin a profit Im all about getting it locked, dog Dont wanna be on the block, yo Cause bitches be makin them tye calls While I be makin drop offs Mannie fresh, he hooked me up too To the playa haters I say, fuck you You needs to worry bout you Instead of what to not do Juvenile don hooked up with missy Bitches gon hate me, bitches gon dis me Alota you niggas gon miss me Imma be here, you gon be history Repeat 1 Repeat 1 [missy] If you come hard, better come legit (say what? oh, ah huh) If you come hard, better come legit (oh, uh) We gon show you, so you best believe [timbaland] What, uh What, what What, what What, what What, what Um hmm, hot boys Its all gravy Missy Timbaland We out Gimme that Gimme that Oh, gimme that Gimme that Gimme that, gimme that Gimme that Gimme that, gimme that Oh, yeah
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