Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Joy, artist - Missy Elliott. Album song The Cookbook, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.07.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ATG, Atlantic
Song language: English
Joy |
Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy |
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh |
Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy |
Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy |
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh — so sick! |
Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy |
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh |
Timbo, what they do They try to be like Missy but they have no clue |
On how I’m spittin over beats the way I move |
I move so smooth in my shell toe shoes |
Now put the needle on the record, show’n’prove |
Since ninety-two I came to win and never lose |
They try to stop a chubby chick from comin through |
My belly out and sellin out these venues |
My skills, will fulfill, those who drink booze |
My attitude is super cool like I’m subdued |
And those who fake I take on you and your dudes |
I rule the streets I break 'em down with no tools |
And Misdemeanor give the finger to y’all fools (HOLLA!) |
Whoever doubted that I’m 'bout it check the news |
And if you snooze on me this year your ass will lose |
Cause I will bruise, my loose screws is like ooh |
When I come out get your release dates moved |
This year y’all gon’all lose sleep |
I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin |
This year y’all gon’all lose sleep |
This year y’all gon’all lose sleep, when I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin (BIG SHOUT OUT TO TIMBERLAND) |
This year you hear a real MC, when I break break b-b-break break break… |
I flow over a beat that make a chick weave blow |
And those who try to compete to the wall I throw |
So I drop it low, 808 kick low |
Like oh oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh |
Mr. Mos', this beat he compose |
While I kill the track, leave your ears decomposed |
Fake rappers, this year your lies will be exposed |
Like oh oh-oh oh, oh Missy steal the show-ow-ow |
Spit on breakbeats, make rappers lose sleep |
Make labels unable drop they artists on leak |
I keep 'em knee deep, need me, be me Hardly, and basically, I do it nice and slow-ow-ow |
I’m slowin, the track down, so you don’t miss the shit |
that Misdemeanor talkin like that chronic get you super high |
This year y’all gon’all lose sleep |
I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin |
This year you hear a real MC |
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh |
This year y’all gon’all lose sleep, when I (MIKE JONES! WHO?) |
break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin (MIKE JONES! WHO? MIKE JONES!) |
This year you hear a real MC (GEYEAH!) |
Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin |
See I’m a pimp that’s on my grind, I hustle like all the time |
I speak what’s on my mind, my teeth’ll make you blind |
My heat’ll lay you down, whenever you come around |
Forsaken out there mistreated your life’ll be deleted |
Cause I don’t play dat, you know I don’t play dat |
Wherever you talkin noise is where you gon’lay at |
I’m «Supa Dupa Fly"like Missy Missy |
Before the fame majors used to diss me But now I’m on top, I’m hot I can’t stop |
Before my deal came my shows was sold out |
House been on the hill, diamonds been in my grill |
I’m trill like U.G.K., you know I keep it real |
I’m who, Mike Jones, WHO? |
Mike Jones |
WHO? |
Mike Jones and I can’t be cloned |
2−8-1, 3−3-oh, 8-zero-zero-fo' |
That’s my cell phone number, hit me on the low |
I got |
Hold up, I see a lot of folks in here sittin 'round like your shoes too tight |
If you wear a size 10, don’t cram yo’shit up in a size 6 ladies |
Be proud of yo’big-ass feet |
We came to party up in this bitch |