Wake Up (Explicit)
Missy Elliott"Wake Up (Explicit)" is a song by Missy Elliott, released in 2003 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:41 long and contains 90 lines and 694 words.
Lyrics
0:00Wake Up - Missy Elliott (蜜西·艾莉特)/Jay-Z
0:01Eh yo hov tell 'em hip hop betta wake up
0:16Yeah turn the motherfuckin' music up
0:20Yeah turn the motherfuckin' music up
0:23Motherfuckers better wake up
0:25Stop sellin' crack to the black
0:27Hope you bought a spare for your flat
0:28Can't accept me talkin' real facts
0:30Down the hill like janet jack
0:32I speak what yeah weak mind lacks
0:34Yah heard that
0:35I'm creative to the fullest what you talkin' 'bout willace 'cause your talkin' never
0:38Kill it
0:39I hear but don't fill it down we realest
0:41Yeah just weet me in the in the village
0:44Yeah I'm a down diva done niva
0:46Y'all not see her he don squeeze into a wife beater
0:48Yep I'm a top leader
0:50I got the martin luther king fever
0:51I'ma feed yeah what yah teacher need to breat yeah
0:54It's time to get serious
0:55Black people all areas who gon' carry us it ain't time to bury us
0:59Cause music be our first love
1:01Say I do let's cherish it
1:02If you don't gotta gun it's alright
1:04If yah makin' legal money it's alright
1:06If you gotta keep yah clothes on it's alright
1:09You ain't gotta sell yah lil phone it's alright
1:12And yah wheels don't spin it's alright
1:14And you gotta wear them jeans again it's alright
1:16Yeah if you tried oh well it's alright
1:18Mc's stop the beef let's sell it's alright
1:21Hip hop better wake up the bed to make up
1:24Some of y'all be faker than a dragon make up
1:26Got issues to take up before we break up
1:28Like Electra let go miss Selida baker
1:30I love Jocob the jury won't fix my place up
1:33Gotta stay up studio nice to cake up
1:35Now check my flava rich folks is now my neighbors
1:38I got cable now check it how I make my paper
1:40Hip hop don't stop be my life saver
1:42Like kobe and shaq if they left lakers
1:45And like a elevator DJ on a cross fader
1:47Black wake up I'll see yeah ass later
1:50If you don't gotta gun it's alright
1:52If yeah makin' legal money it's alright
1:54If you gotta keep yeah clothes on it's alright
1:56You ain't gotta sell yeah lil phone it's alright
1:59And yeah wheels don't spin it's alright
2:01And you gotta wear them jeans again it's alright
2:03Yeah if you tried oh well it's alright
2:06Mc's stop the beef let's sell it's alright
2:09I need rims that don't listen and booming system
2:11First piece of change I see
2:13I'm gon' get one
2:14745 no license to drive
2:16I ain't even gotta home
2:17I gots to live in my ride f**k it
2:20I can hear myself but I can't feel myself
2:22I want to feel myself like tweet
2:23745 no license to drive
2:25I ain't even gotta home
2:26I gots to live in my ride f**k it
2:28Couple of karats in my ear won't hurt
2:30Need a nice chain laying on this thousand shirt
2:33Evisu cover the rectum
2:35I kick game just like David Beckham
2:38Anybody in my way I wet them
2:40I'ma be this way until the cops come catch 'em
2:43To detective sketch 'em on the sidewalk wit chalk New Yorks infections
2:48Till I got taught a lesson
2:49Couple niggas gone couple wink corrections
2:53And marie got 10
2:54Tie got 15 nigga even my kin
2:57Got 5 years bringing 19 in
2:59I just think I used to think like them
3:01Now they gotta live through
3:02The pictures that I send 'em in the pen
3:04Hope you don't start yah life where I end
3:06Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up
3:10Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up
3:17Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up
3:25If you don't gotta gun it's alright
3:27If yeah makin' legal money it's alright
3:29If you gotta keep yeah clothes on it's alright
3:32You ain't gotta sell yeah lil' phone it's alright
3:34And yeah wheels don't spin it's alright
3:36And you gotta wear them jeans again it's alright
3:39Yeah if you tried oh well it's alright
3:41Mc's stop the beef let's sell it's alright
Wake Up - Missy Elliott (蜜西·艾莉特)/Jay-Z Eh yo hov tell 'em hip hop betta wake up Yeah turn the motherfuckin' music up Yeah turn the motherfuckin' music up Motherfuckers better wake up Stop sellin' crack to the black Hope you bought a spare for your flat Can't accept me talkin' real facts Down the hill like janet jack I speak what yeah weak mind lacks Yah heard that I'm creative to the fullest what you talkin' 'bout willace 'cause your talkin' never Kill it I hear but don't fill it down we realest Yeah just weet me in the in the village Yeah I'm a down diva done niva Y'all not see her he don squeeze into a wife beater Yep I'm a top leader I got the martin luther king fever I'ma feed yeah what yah teacher need to breat yeah It's time to get serious Black people all areas who gon' carry us it ain't time to bury us Cause music be our first love Say I do let's cherish it If you don't gotta gun it's alright If yah makin' legal money it's alright If you gotta keep yah clothes on it's alright You ain't gotta sell yah lil phone it's alright And yah wheels don't spin it's alright And you gotta wear them jeans again it's alright Yeah if you tried oh well it's alright Mc's stop the beef let's sell it's alright Hip hop better wake up the bed to make up Some of y'all be faker than a dragon make up Got issues to take up before we break up Like Electra let go miss Selida baker I love Jocob the jury won't fix my place up Gotta stay up studio nice to cake up Now check my flava rich folks is now my neighbors I got cable now check it how I make my paper Hip hop don't stop be my life saver Like kobe and shaq if they left lakers And like a elevator DJ on a cross fader Black wake up I'll see yeah ass later If you don't gotta gun it's alright If yeah makin' legal money it's alright If you gotta keep yeah clothes on it's alright You ain't gotta sell yeah lil phone it's alright And yeah wheels don't spin it's alright And you gotta wear them jeans again it's alright Yeah if you tried oh well it's alright Mc's stop the beef let's sell it's alright I need rims that don't listen and booming system First piece of change I see I'm gon' get one 745 no license to drive I ain't even gotta home I gots to live in my ride f**k it I can hear myself but I can't feel myself I want to feel myself like tweet 745 no license to drive I ain't even gotta home I gots to live in my ride f**k it Couple of karats in my ear won't hurt Need a nice chain laying on this thousand shirt Evisu cover the rectum I kick game just like David Beckham Anybody in my way I wet them I'ma be this way until the cops come catch 'em To detective sketch 'em on the sidewalk wit chalk New Yorks infections Till I got taught a lesson Couple niggas gone couple wink corrections And marie got 10 Tie got 15 nigga even my kin Got 5 years bringing 19 in I just think I used to think like them Now they gotta live through The pictures that I send 'em in the pen Hope you don't start yah life where I end Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up If you don't gotta gun it's alright If yeah makin' legal money it's alright If you gotta keep yeah clothes on it's alright You ain't gotta sell yeah lil' phone it's alright And yeah wheels don't spin it's alright And you gotta wear them jeans again it's alright Yeah if you tried oh well it's alright Mc's stop the beef let's sell it's alright
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