Lyrics U Can't Resist - Missy Elliott, Juvenile, B.G.

U Can't Resist

Uh, what’s 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 don’t make dollars, it don’t make sense
Do yo' thing girl
Y’all don’t wanna gimme my props?
I’mma 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 won’t 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 pock’s
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 can’t fuck with a nigga like this