Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wake Up , by - Missy Elliott. Release date: 03.11.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wake Up |
| Motherfuckers betta wake up, stop sellin crack to the black |
| Hope you bought a spare for your flat |
| Cant accept me talkin real facts |
| Down the hill like Janet Jack, i speak what yah weak mind lacks |
| Yah heard that |
| Im creative to the fullest what you talkin bout Willace cause your talkin Never |
| kill it I hear but dont fill it, down we realest |
| Yah just weet me in the in the village |
| Yeah im a down diva done niva |
| Ya’ll not see her he don sqeeze into a wife beater |
| Yep im a top leader |
| I got the Martin Luther King fever, ima feed yah what yah teacher need to breat |
| yah |
| Its time to get seious |
| Black people all areas who gon’carry us it aint time to bury us Cause music be our first love, say i do lets cherish it If you dont gotta gun (its alright) |
| If yah makin legal money, (its alright) |
| If you gotta keep yah clothes on, (its alright) |
| You aint gotta sell yah lil phone, (its alright) |
| And yah wheels dont spin, (its alright) |
| And you gotta wear them jeans again, (its alright) |
| Yeah if you tried oh well, (its alright) |
| MC’s stop the beef lets sell, (its alright) |
| (Verse 2 Missy Elliott) |
| Hip hop betta wake up, the bed to make up Some of ya’ll be faker than a dragon make-up |
| Got issues to take up before we break up Like Electra let go miss Selida Baker |
| I love Jocob, the jury wont fix my place up Gotta stay up, studio nice to cake up Now check my flava, rich folks is now my neighbors |
| I got cable, now check it how i make my paper |
| Hip hop dont stop be my life saver |
| Like Kobe and Shaq if they left Lakers |
| And like a elevator dj on a cross fader |
| Black wake up i’ll see yah ass later |
| (Verse 3 Jay-Z (Missy Elliott)) |
| I need rims that dont listen and boomin system |
| First piece of change i see im gon’get one |
| 745 no license to drive |
| I aint even gotta home i gots to live in my ride, fuck it |
| (Rewind) |
| I can hear myself but i cant feel myself |
| I wanna feel myself like Tweet |
| 745 no license to drive |
| I aint even gotta home i gots to live in my ride, fuck it Couple of karats in my ear wont hurt |
| Need a nice chain layin on this thousand $ shirt |
| Evisu cover the rectum, i kick game just like David Beckham |
| Anybody in my way i wet them |
| Ima be this way until the cops come catch em To detective sketch em on the sidewalk wit chalk New Yorks infections |
| Till i got taught a lesson |
| Couple niggaz gone couple wink corrections |
| And Marie got 10, Tie got 15 nigga even my kin |
| Got 5 years bringin 19 in, i just think i used to think like them |
| Now they gotta live through the pictures that i send em in the pen |
| Hope you dont start yah life where i end |
| WAKE UP (x15) |