Bring the Pain (Missy Elliott) sözleri

Missy Elliott tarafından _ albümünde söylenen Bring the Pain adlı şarkının sözleri.

One two three four five six seven eight nine! - [chuck d]
Are we on the air?

[beat from method man’s original bring the pain starts playing]

[missy elliott]
Uhh, uhh .. {ha? }
Uhh {ha? } uhh {ha? }
Uhh, this is - uhh, a missy elliott - uhh, exclusive
Uh-huh.. woo!!

[missy]
And I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Ooh baby, what’s your name? {ha? }
I love the way you’re spittin the game
You made me change from thinkin all guys the same
You the type of guy I wanna marry in months
Got exactly what I want {ha? }
And ain’t no fakin the funk
Your attitude is funk and you’re makin me crunk (c’mon)

[chorus: missy - singing]
Yes it’s real baby
Got me so crazy
Light my fire dirty
Like the way you serve me
Stimulate my body
Crunk just like a party
Ohh, you won’t be sorry
My papi, I’m yo’ mami

[missy]
I’m in your life to come and let you explore {ha? }
And take you on a tour
The kind of guys that be talkin that noise
Is the reason I ignore {uh-ha!}
And you the one I wanna take to meet moms
He’s a rap superstar {uh-ha!}
I wanna be the one, you like
I’m sure to do you right

[chorus]

[method man + (missy)]
Is it real hon, if it’s really real (let’s chill)
Maybe pop an x pill (how does sex feel? )
Come and get your next thrill (you the raw deal)
Yo I’m sayin if your man won’t (mr. meth will)
That’s amore’, all day, mind over matter
And my forte’ is foreplay, sex on a platter
Have it your way, then who, serve you everything on the menu
And all that freak shit that you into
Sweet lady, you drive me half crazy
Maybe, we can go half on a baby (on a baby? )
Poppa got a brand new bag
Hidden in the stash of his brand new jag
Lovely, kick your shoes off and get comfy
We can bump uglies if you ain’t got your monthly
Yes i, like american pie
Tell ’em m-i-crooked letter-crooked letter-y

[chorus]

[missy]
M-e-t-h-o-d, man
M-i-s-s-y, I am
I came came to bang bang the boogie
I see you lookin to bang out my nookie
You want my cookies I baked for you rookies
Work hard they want me to bang bang and stick me
If you want my nookie you got to come quickly
M-e-t-h-o-d is ya wit me?
[mr. meth] is ya wit me?

Bring the Pain (Method Man) sözleri

Method Man tarafından Tical albümünde söylenen Bring the Pain adlı şarkının sözleri.

Basically, can't fuck with me

Verse One:

I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental's based on instrumental
records hey, so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the King
But niggaz is decaf I stick em for the CREAM
check it, just how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your Cross Colour, clothes you've crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross
Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark side of the Force
Of course it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic, and comin for the head piece protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus
Bustin at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I gets buckwild
Method Man on some shit, pullin niggaz files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin Miss Daisy
Out her fuckin mind now I got mine I'm Swayze

Chorus:

Is it real son, is it really real son
Let me know it's real son, if it's really real
Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son, if it's really real

Interlude: Booster

And when I was a lil stereo (stereo)
I listened to some champion (champion)
I always wondered (wondered)
Will now I be the numba one? (Tical! hahaha)
Now you listen to de gargon (Gargon!)
And de gargon summary
And any man dat come test me (test me)
Me gwanna lick out dem brains (it's like that)

Verse Two:

Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope
the only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke
off the set comin to your projects
Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise
Comin from a vet on some old Vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit
And it's gonna get even worse word to God
It's the Wu comin through sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin on your left, southpaw em it's the Meth
Came to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can come test realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild West
Quick on the draw with my hands on the four
nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin 90 proof
Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw
When you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
I don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'

What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style
Word up we be hazardous *car crashing* *horn passing me*
Northern spicy brown mustard hoes
We have to stick you
*horn sound of car racing by*

Chorus

Outro:

I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin cut your kneecaps off
and make you kneel in some staircase piss

I'll fuckin, cut your eyelids off
and feed you nuthin but sleepin pills

You motherfuckers
(So???) So fuck the hoe
Fuck the hoe

(Look at this nigga, this motherfuckin...)

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