Missy Elliott - I’m Talkin lyrics

Nigga, what's up? You think you tough
I'm fly as shit, high as a bitch
Dope as fuck
Sho' nuff I'm guaranteed, no diggities
Fight you like the fucking enemies
You would think there's fucking ten of me
When I'm sending these blows, blows
Hoes wanna roll like hydro
Wanna suck Timbaland's bone like you Fido
I go, scoop Lil' Kim, me, she, her
Them and him gets high in The Tunnel
They see my Lexus comin'
They hear the bass rumblin'
They come quick, they come quick like a dick
I make myself sick
I'm so motherfuckin' bad to the bone
Like my titties on full blown

My style of rappin (My style)
I'm su-su-such a good rapper
(I'm su-su-such a good rapper)
I give you good and plenty (yeah, yeah)
My style's the bomb diggy (My style)
My style of rappin' (yeah)
Su-su-such a good rapper
(I'm such a good rapper)
I give you good and plenty (Uhm, mmm)
My style's the bomb diggy (Brrr)

I'm calling your cards like Sprint
Can't be me (Oh) , can't see me (Oh)
I'm low like tint (Oh oh, oh)
Ladies and gents, dogs, cats, and babies
Whoever bit my style I hope
You croak from the rabies
(Oh, oh, oh oh, oh)
Swayze, maybe I call your name
Ain't that a fucking shame (Oh, oh)
I'm too high for that
I'm great like the dane (Oh oh, oh)
Mane on main if you decide to put your hands
On my fucking mic
(Oh, oh) , like the cigarettes I light
You must burn, you better learn from the pro
Who rock shows after shows, when it rains
It pours i hurt like the cold souls
My style polishes like nails and toes
You know (My style)

My style of rappin' (It's such a good)
I'm su-su-such a good rapper
(I'm such a good, I'm such a good rapper)
I give you good and plenty (I give)
My style's the bomb diggy (You know my style)
My style of rappin' (I'm such)
I'm su-su-such a good rapper
(I'm such a good rapper)
I give you good and plenty (yeah, yeah)
My style's the bomb diggy (Oh, mmm, mmm, mmm)

You beg to be put on like pants
Nigga know who I am
Now you want to sing and dance
You want to shake your stanky ass
Well, I'm sorry Sam, God damn
You ain't family, you hounding me
Pounding me with the same old story, ah
You bore me
Lordy have mercy on all these groupies
Sorry cutie
Why you go and shake your bootie?
'Cause there's only one Lil' Kim
The triple beam, the misdemean, nigga queen
Whoomp, we Tag Team
So hot we melt like ice cream
Without the dick riding
Dreams of smoking a California blunt
I got the lyrics to make you feel it
Huh, what you want nigga?

I'm talking about my style
(I am the flyest there is, and now)
I'm (yeah) talking about my style (I'm talking, talking, I'm talking to ya)
(Let me tell you about Missy's style)

My style of rappin' (Oh, my)
I'm su-su-such a good rapper
(See I'm su-su-such a good rapper)
I give you good and plenty (yeah, yeah)
My style's the bomb diggy (You know my style)
My style of rappin' (It's such)
I'm su-su-such a good rapper
(I'm such a good) i give you good and plenty
(Good, good, good, good)
My style's the bomb diggy

Hey, Timbaland be talkin' more shit
And Lil' Kim be talkin' more-more shit-shit
Da Brat be talkin' more-more-more shit-shit
Busta Rhymes be talkin' more shit
Talkin' more shit 702 talk shit-shit, ah
And Aaliyah talk shit-shit-shit
Ginuwine-wine talkin' more-more-more
Shit-shit and I be talkin' more shit
And Total be talkin' more shit
Maganoo an-and Saint-saint Nick
We be talkin' shit
We be talkin' shit, II, I, I, uh huh
And Jimmy talkin' shit too I, I we out