Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Miscellaneous, artist - Phife Dawg. Date of issue: 24.09.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Miscellaneous |
| Miscellaneous shit baby, meanin. |
| I’ll make you wanna. |
| Rock to the joint, roll up a joint |
| Bust shots to the joint, Spike Lee to the joint |
| Bounce to the joint, screw to the joint |
| (Say what?) Yeah, you know it’s on point (uh huh) |
| Just vibe to the joint, ride to the joint |
| Bump 'n grind to the joint, then skate to the joint |
| Now slide to the joint, act wild with a joint |
| Huh, once again it’s on point, come on (here we go!) |
| Party over here, fuck y’all over there |
| Drinks on Malik, ya live once, I don’t care |
| Love the night life like Sonny love Cher |
| Bound to take a shorty home, put her ass in the air |
| Look at Miss Thingy, I heard she type pissy |
| One that’ll have simple ways, that’ll block and get busy |
| Fat Joe, Pun said it’s all about trizzies |
| Spit the game in her ear, in the coatcheck chick |
| Had to give it to her, came out, pull out my zipper |
| Now I’m like «WHOA» cause her come my baby father |
| Shit money big, now I think I’m gonna need back up |
| He walked right next to me and smacked her ass up |
| WHOO that’s a close one, here let me bounce |
| Third floor, gotta see who else is in the house |
| Up north, reppin with these chicks from down South |
| Shorty sippin Hennesey, singin 'put it in your mouth' |
| Rock to the joint, roll to the joint |
| Bust shots to the joint, Spike Lee to the joint |
| Bounce to the joint, screw to the joint |
| Uh, you know it’s on point (no doubt) |
| Vibe to the joint, ride to the joint |
| Bump 'n grind to the joint, unwind to the joint |
| Slide to the joint, act wild to the joint (yeah) |
| You know it’s on point, c’mon! |
| On towards chillin, now we at the after party |
| Com' Sense, Mos Def, fuck it — everybody! |
| Fuck chillin at the tele, I’m scoopin me a hottie |
| Chillin load of girls, and those shorties lookin sloppy |
| Came to the door, made the dancefloor wild |
| Shorties «Sayin My Name» like Destiny’s Child (aah) |
| So I just smile, get em thirsty like 'ow' |
| I know I’m type foul, trippy steady on a pile |
| Eyes wide open like a motherfuckin owl |
| Who’s this tig bitty chick with the Colgate smile? |
| Said her name was Tafy, with nose by to act me |
| Straight from St. Louis, said she’d love to do me |
| Smacked on her ass as if she worked at Big Skippy |
| Wanted to give my neck a hicky, but something 'bout her’s tricky |
| Looked at the bar, oh shit it couldn’t be! |
| The J to the A to the N to the E |
| You don’t understand? |
| Ask EPMD! |
| Thinkin to myself, goddammit why me? |
| Thinkin to myself, goddammit why me? |
| Thinkin to myself, goddammit why me? |
| Rock to the joint, roll to the joint |
| Bust shots to the joint, Spike Lee to the joint |
| Bounce to the joint, screw to the joint |
| Uh, you know it’s on point (no doubt) |
| Now vibe to the joint, ride to the joint |
| Bump 'n grind to the joint, unwind to the joint |
| Slide to the joint, act wild to the joint |
| You know it’s on point (no doubt, no doubt) |
| You know it’s on point (no doubt) |
| You know it’s on point (no doubt) |
| You know it’s on point (on point.) |