Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slide, artist - Missy Elliott.
Date of issue: 10.11.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Slide |
My twinkies look stinky on the Benz |
And don’t I gotta look sweet for my mens |
And make 'em think I got a whole bunch of paper |
And even date a ball player from the Lakers |
Now fake a take and make 'em holler at cha later |
Shake em Wake em and tell 'em what to get my ass from Jacob’s |
That’s the way a real diva like to floss it |
Buy a car no matter what is costs |
Of course my Rolls Royces make 'em nauseous |
Tell you who the motherfucking boss is |
I’m driving, you walking that’s why you talking |
See the chrome spinning on the wheels stop jocking |
I`mma let you know real nice and slow |
I’d be broke as a joke if I had to be a ho |
So poor, Missy on the rise like the sun |
If you think that I`m done, I ain`t even begun |
Slide, Slide, Dip, Dip, Shake |
Move it all around |
Move it all around |
Slide, Slide, Dip, Dip, Shake |
Move it all around |
Move it all around |
Feel the boombastic in ya back head |
15"s putting holes in ya back head |
Bbboomp bbboomp bbboomb bbboomb |
Don’t it sound so fantastic |
My Lamborghini disappear like Houdini |
Two-Twenty can’t see me in the bottle like a Genie |
Teeny, Weeny, now hate me like you hate to eat your Wheaties |
Now here’s a freebie, I`mma let you see me on T. V |
Accepting my Emmy or a Grammy in Miami |
I hit you with the one, two, whammy |
You no tooth granny, with a hole in her panties |
And I don’t give a shit if you can’t stand me |
Cause I is what I is, and what I am is like my Mammy |
And I don’t mean to sound too petty |
But they use to call me Fatty until I got with Puff Daddy |
Slide, Slide, Dip, Dip, Shake |
Move it all around |
Move it all around |
Slide, Slide, Dip, Dip, Shake |
Move it all around |
Move it all around |
My rims keep turnin' and turnin' |
Tires burnin' through Queens and Mount Vernon |
And yes it’s my concern that: |
Your chain Platinum or is it really Sterling? |
I’m old school I rock a Sherlin |
From New Jers heard all the way to Berlin |
And that’s for certain |
Behind every curtain is a snake bitch lurking and she about to catch a hurtin |
Mr. Moes on the beats |
And Missy be the beats behind the beats |
My record sales don’t jump or do leaps |
And while you sleep I’m on the ground as I creep (you should creep) |
I got Pumas on my feet |
Fresh gear everyday, all week |
You know I keep it hot for my peeps |
Never cheap underground like the streets |
Slide, Slide, Dip, Dip, Shake |
Move it all around |
Move it all around |
Slide, Slide, Dip, Dip, Shake |
Move it all around |
Move it all around |