We Run This - Missy Elliott

My style can’t be duplicated or recycled

This chick is a sick individual

SICKTATE, VOLUME TWO, BELIEVE IT!

HO!

HO!

Let me switch up the game

I drink that co-gnac

Step back cause I might put it ON ya

I go deep, so deep 'til you sleep

Count sheep, wake you up from all week

You don’t want me have to SHOW ya

How a freak bitch act when I ain’t SO-ber

Whattup, I’m to' up, sho' nuff

Ain’t scared to take it out, tell the freak to take it off

Tipsy and I feel, good

Black dudes got big woods

Into it, I do it, I did it

If you really really want it then nigga stop frontin

Aiy boy you know I’m yo' type

Five two I wear my jeans real tight

My curves, they swerve, so superb

My word is my word and I came to serve

WE RUN THIS, run this, WE RUN THIS, run this

WE RUN THIS UH-OHH, OHH!

It don’t matter where you’re from it’s where you’re at

And if you came to freek-a-leek better bring ya hats nigga

East, coast, West, coast

Down, South represent ya coast

YEAH WE RUN IT, AND YEAH WE RUN IT

Y’ALL DON’T WANT IT, CAUSE MY COAST RUN IT

Uh-ohh, we run this shit, uhh, WE RUN THIS SHIT

WICKED!

Wanna pull my hair, break my back

For the right money might sit in your 'llac

Back to back, and can’t even keep track

It’s a fact the freaks love to get slapped

Suck my toes and then the backrub

I don’t come to do it, I just wanna be touched

Look at how y’all makin me blush

I’m enough to go around so people don’t push

Don’t push — when I run that tush in the bush

Don’t my diamonds look real good

And they shine so hard, that he glitters

So many karats they look like critters

And we can do it all night

Take a flashlight to see up in my windpipe

I like to keep a nigga hype

I wanna know can you handle my mic

WE RUN THIS, run this, WE RUN THIS, run this

WE RUN THIS UH-OHH, OHH!

It don’t matter where you’re from it’s where you’re at

And if you came to freek-a-leek better bring ya hats nigga

East, coast, West, coast

Down, South represent ya coast

YEAH WE RUN IT, AND YEAH WE RUN IT

Y’ALL DON’T WANT IT, CAUSE MY COAST RUN IT

Uh-ohh, we run this shit, uhh, WE RUN THIS SHIT

Any hustlers in the party y’all — HELL YEAH

If youse a pimp lemme see you party hard — HELL YEAH

Ohhhh strippers take yo' clothes off — HELL YEAH

Y’all superstars, y’all don’t need no bodyguards — HELL YEAH

Nigga I bo-gart

A lot of rappers fakin way too hard

Pull up at the club in a rental car

Where them freaks at, the freaks at the bar where the hard drinks are

Don’t, start

You don’t want beef, don’t take it that far with a superstar

I got my foot on the clutch, see me bounce my butt

Misdemeanor too much and I don’t give a fuck

WE RUN THIS, run this, WE RUN THIS, run this

WE RUN THIS UH-OHH, OHH!

It don’t matter where you’re from it’s where you’re at

And if you came to freek-a-leek better bring ya hats nigga

WE RUN THIS, run this, WE RUN THIS, run this

WE RUN THIS UH-OHH, OHH!

Represent ya coast and act like ya know

Know how to act 'fore you step your two feet in the do'

VOLUME TWO, HOLLA!

WICKED!

THIS SHIT IS SICK!

BIG SHOUT OUT TO MOBB DEEP