Missy Elliott Joy Lyrics

Joy Lyrics

Joy

Joy

Joy, so sick

Joy



Timbo, what they do, they try to be like Missy but they have no clue

On how I'm spittin' over beats the way I move

I move so smooth in my shell toe shoes

Now put the needle on the record, show 'n' prove



Since ninety-two, I came to win and never lose

They try to stop a chubby chick from comin' through

My belly out and sellin' out these venues

My skills, will fulfill, those who drink booze



My attitude is super cool like I'm subdued

And those who fake, I take on you and your dudes

I rule the streets I break 'em down with no tools

And Misdemeanor give the finger to y'all fools



Whoever doubted that I'm 'bout it check the news

And if you snooze on me this year your ass will lose

'Cause I will bruise, my loose screws is like, ooh

When I come out get your release dates moved



This year y'all gon' all lose sleep

I break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'

This year y'all gon' all lose sleep



This year y'all gon' all lose sleep

When I break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'

This year you hear a real MC, when I

Break, break, b-b-break, break, break



I flow over a beat that make a chick weave blow

And those who try to compete to the wall I throw

So I drop it low, 808 kick low

Like oh oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh



Mr. Mos', this beat he compose

While I kill the track, leave your ears decomposed

Fake rappers, this year your lies will be exposed

Like oh oh-oh oh, oh Missy steal the show



Spit on break beats, make rappers lose sleep

Make labels unable drop they artists on leak

I keep 'em knee deep, need me, be me

Hardly, and basically, I do it nice and slow



I'm slowin', the track down, so you don't miss the shit

That Misdemeanor talkin' like that chronic get you super high



This year y'all gon' all lose sleep

I break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'

This year you hear a real MC

Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh



This year y'all gon' all lose sleep

When I break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'

This year you hear a real MC

Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'



See I'm a pimp that's on my grind, I hustle like all the time

I speak what's on my mind, my teeth'll make you blind

My heat'll lay you down, whenever you come around

Forsaken out there mistreated your life'll be deleted



'Cause I don't play dat, you know I don't play dat

Wherever you talkin' noise is where you gon' lay at

I'm "Supa Dupa Fly" like Missy Missy

Before the fame majors used to diss me



But now I'm on top, I'm hot I can't stop

Before my deal came my shows was sold out

House been on the hill, diamonds been in my grill

I'm trill like U.G.K., you know I keep it real



I'm who, Mike Jones, Who? Mike Jones

Who? Mike Jones and I can't be cloned

2 8 1, 3 3 0, 8 0 0 4

That's my cell phone number, hit me on the low, I got



Hold up, I see a lot of folks in here sittin 'round like your shoes too
tight

If you wear a size 10, don't cram yo' shit up in a size 6 ladies

Be proud of yo' big-big feet

We came to party up in this bitch