Missy Elliott, Pharrell Williams - On & On lyrics
Pharrell Williams [Pharrell Lanscilo Williams] Virginia Beach, Virginia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Missy Elliott, Pharrell Williams - On & On lyrics]
Beware hahaha
You're now listening to the sounds
Of Mis-demeanor
Turn everything up, all levels
Huh? What? What? Is that a two track?
Missy be the name and
Y'all should already know
I been around as long as Scarface sold coke
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yo she ya
Let me grab the microphone and
I'mma take it away
Every time I spit I blow one or two speakers
Top model diva but my name not Eva
Yeah I bring fever rocking classic adidas
I'm straight off the heater ripping
Needles off the meter
Here I go, flip my flow
Back it up then I drop it low
It's a must cause I'm dangerous
I'll be a hassle on the
Busta call me angel dust
I talk shit di, didn't stutter
2005 MC's in trouble
You run for cover hide under your covers
Cause you gone need more protection
Than a magnum rubber
Ah, ah, on ah, ah, on
Ah, ah ah, ah ah ah, ah, on and it's
Ah, ah, on ah, ah, on
Ah, ah ah, ah ah ah, ah, on and it's
Ah, ah, on ah, ah, on
Ah, ah ah, ah ah ah, ah, on and it's
Ah, ah, on ah, ah, on
Ah, ah ah, ah ah ah, ah, on and it's
Missy finna spit shit simply raw
Misdemeanor always make MCs feel small
Stick you on the table with a plastic cup
Say grace, then eat ya ass up
Y'all just rookies, virgins, and nookies
Not my competition you skip or play hookie
Ain't nobody here that can tear the track up
And naw I ain't done rapping
So shut the hell up
Keep it simple every time I flow
If you step to me I shall throw blows
Raise up like I's break nose
I ain't about talking I'll lay 'em down slow
And for sure y'all know
Misdemeanor got 'em by the neck hit 'em low
Ice cold heart like zero below
If you wanna battle me then playa say so
Ah, ah, on ah, ah, on
Ah, ah ah, ah ah ah, ah, on and it's
Ah, ah, on ah, ah, on
Ah, ah ah, ah ah ah, ah, on and it's
Ah, ah, on ah, ah, on
Ah, ah ah, ah ah ah, ah, on and it's
Ah, ah, on ah, ah, on
Ah, ah ah, ah ah ah, ah, on and it's
Let me tell you what I'm all about
About spitting hot rhymes on out
Yeah Pharrell did the beat oh yes
And the way he put it down
He make it sound so (fresh)
I be the best don't second guess
When it comes to other rappers
Bout it boy get flexed
When I say I'm tight as wife beaters
Missy bout to teach you how
To follow the leader
Hit the club in a blue two seater
Looking like I'm finna cock a nine millimeter
Get out with my high hill cuffs
Twisting my ass cause I know what guys want
Licking my lips like I'm taking him home
Teasing and teasing I'm faking the funk
Shaking my titties like I wanna bone
Bend over slow then I tell him I'm gone
Ah, ah, on ah, ah, on
Ah, ah ah, ah ah ah, ah, on and it's
Ah, ah, on ah, ah, on
Ah, ah ah, ah ah ah, ah, on and it's
Ah, ah, on ah, ah, on
Ah, ah ah, ah ah ah, ah, on and it's
Ah, ah, on ah, ah, on
Ah, ah ah, ah ah ah, ah, on and it's
You're now listening to the sounds
Of Mis-demeanor
Turn everything up, all levels
Huh? What? What? Is that a two track?
Missy be the name and
Y'all should already know
I been around as long as Scarface sold coke
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yo she ya
Let me grab the microphone and
I'mma take it away
Every time I spit I blow one or two speakers
Top model diva but my name not Eva
Yeah I bring fever rocking classic adidas
I'm straight off the heater ripping
Needles off the meter
Here I go, flip my flow
Back it up then I drop it low
It's a must cause I'm dangerous
I'll be a hassle on the
Busta call me angel dust
I talk shit di, didn't stutter
2005 MC's in trouble
You run for cover hide under your covers
Cause you gone need more protection
Than a magnum rubber
Ah, ah, on ah, ah, on
Ah, ah ah, ah ah ah, ah, on and it's
Ah, ah, on ah, ah, on
Ah, ah ah, ah ah ah, ah, on and it's
Ah, ah, on ah, ah, on
Ah, ah ah, ah ah ah, ah, on and it's
Ah, ah, on ah, ah, on
Ah, ah ah, ah ah ah, ah, on and it's
Missy finna spit shit simply raw
Misdemeanor always make MCs feel small
Stick you on the table with a plastic cup
Say grace, then eat ya ass up
Y'all just rookies, virgins, and nookies
Not my competition you skip or play hookie
Ain't nobody here that can tear the track up
And naw I ain't done rapping
So shut the hell up
Keep it simple every time I flow
If you step to me I shall throw blows
Raise up like I's break nose
I ain't about talking I'll lay 'em down slow
And for sure y'all know
Misdemeanor got 'em by the neck hit 'em low
Ice cold heart like zero below
If you wanna battle me then playa say so
Ah, ah, on ah, ah, on
Ah, ah ah, ah ah ah, ah, on and it's
Ah, ah, on ah, ah, on
Ah, ah ah, ah ah ah, ah, on and it's
Ah, ah, on ah, ah, on
Ah, ah ah, ah ah ah, ah, on and it's
Ah, ah, on ah, ah, on
Ah, ah ah, ah ah ah, ah, on and it's
Let me tell you what I'm all about
About spitting hot rhymes on out
Yeah Pharrell did the beat oh yes
And the way he put it down
He make it sound so (fresh)
I be the best don't second guess
When it comes to other rappers
Bout it boy get flexed
When I say I'm tight as wife beaters
Missy bout to teach you how
To follow the leader
Hit the club in a blue two seater
Looking like I'm finna cock a nine millimeter
Get out with my high hill cuffs
Twisting my ass cause I know what guys want
Licking my lips like I'm taking him home
Teasing and teasing I'm faking the funk
Shaking my titties like I wanna bone
Bend over slow then I tell him I'm gone
Ah, ah, on ah, ah, on
Ah, ah ah, ah ah ah, ah, on and it's
Ah, ah, on ah, ah, on
Ah, ah ah, ah ah ah, ah, on and it's
Ah, ah, on ah, ah, on
Ah, ah ah, ah ah ah, ah, on and it's
Ah, ah, on ah, ah, on
Ah, ah ah, ah ah ah, ah, on and it's