Missy Elliott You Can`t Resist Lyrics

You Can`t Resist Lyrics

[B.G.]
Uh, what's happenin'? (What)
Uptown, New Orleans in this bitch with
VA, you understand?
With this hot girl, Missy
Fuckin' with these uptown
gorillas, you dig?
If it dont make dollars, it dont make sense
Do your
thing girl

[Missy]
Y'all don't wanna gimme my props?
I'mma have to
lick two shots on my glock
Pop-pop the enemy 'till he drop
Make his whole
body go hibbie-to-the-hop
Well I won't stop 'till I get up to the
top
Gotta blow any other state off the block
And I got a whole lotta
chedda in my pock's
You better gimmie giimme five mics, gimme props
Say
you sick of my clique and my shit
'Cause I got a whole lotta hits and no
tricks
Just a bass line, few snares, few kicks
Make the whole industry
wanna go and bit
I say you sit, we sit, I sit
While I go shit on a mix
like this
Say you spit, I spit, we spit
But you can't fuck with a nigga
like this
Check me out

1 - Ain't no nutts, but ya can't resist
If
you come hard, better come legit
We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident
If
you think not, then you bound to sit

Ain't no nutts, but ya can't
resist
If you come hard, better come legit
We gon' talk shit 'cause we
confident
We gon' show you so you best believe it

[Missy]
Y'all
don't wanna put me on front
On the front page, all the shit I don'
done?
Now you wanna fuck around and grade my shit?
Let's talk about the
million niggas who bit

It's only one Timothy from the V.
And the
whole industry goin' beep-beep
Now I gotta go change up my beats
So
another nigga won't duplicate me

Yeah I got styles, got shows,
videos
And my shows, it grows, it grows
And I sing, I flow, I
blows
And I know y'all niggas know
When I come swift with the one-two
kick
If ya got a blunt, got a light, got it lit
Yeah, don't stop, won't
stop, won't quit
And I made 1.6 admit, check me out

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1

[B.G.]
I'm that nigga that tote them AK's
B.G. is what they call
me
I be in them project hallways
Beef with me, you gon' be sorry
Me and
my niggas'll shut yo' block down
We got K's so, put them glocks down
You
scared to come outside
Them Hot Boys got you on lock-down
This nigga here
from CMB
Roll with a clique about 20 deep
Cause I made a mill', it don't
mean
I ain't gonna keep it real with my peeps
All I have is thugs in my
clique
All my nigga's, they come off the street
Now all of a sudden hoe's
on my dick
Cause I'm on BET and MTV

[Juvenile]
It ain't no secret,
this nigga be project
Getting paid, that's what's my object
Ain't none of
you nigga's gon' stop this
Cause I'm 'bout makin' a profit
I'm all about
getting it locked, dog
Don't wanna be on the block, yo
Cause bitches be
makin' them tye calls
While I be makin' drop offs
Mannie Fresh, he hooked
me up too
To the playa hater's I say, fuck you
You needs to worry 'bout
you
Instead of what to not do
Juvenile don' hooked up with
Missy
Bitches gon' hate me, bitches gon' dis me
Alota you nigga's gon'
miss me
I'mma be here, you gon' be history

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Repeat
1

[Missy]
If you come hard, better come legit
(Say what? Oh, ah
huh)
If you come hard, better come legit
(Oh, uh)
We gon' show you, so
you best believe

[Timbaland]
What, uh
What, what
What,
what
What, what
What, what
Um hmm, Hot boys
It's all
gravy
Missy
Timbaland
We out
Gimme that
Gimme that
Oh, gimme
that
Gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that
gimme that, gimme
that
Oh, yeah