"Get Contact" lyrics - MISSY ELLIOTT
Missy:
When I threw my uh in it, I split it
Mess around, make you ask who did it
Forget your pride, go admit
My stank butt make you wonder who shitted
Whoa there, kitty
Got a fitty from the city, got a minute, now I'm chillin' (Talk to me now)
No time, you silly
Fakin' me like you Milli Vanilli
When they play this in the club, they go nuts
Sweat all night 'til it smell like must
So Busta what's to discuss?
I don't know, but boy, what's up (Throw it up, throw it up, girl)
Boy, you pretty
I got a bitty from the city and my hair looking pretty
Oh you didn't
No bullshit and you gonna get it
Busta:
Yo, I'm a get it and give it to all y'all
Hopin' you niggas is ready for another free fall
Overall, niggas need to get up off the wall
If they wanna brawl, Missy, give me a call
Yo, not at all every time I raid the rift
Before we bust yo' ass, better plead the fifth
Shut your mouth, you niggas talk to much in my house
Me and Missy, let's get this money, that's what I'm talkin' about
Then you come, nigga, wanna be down
Shootin' your load, I hope you know we got the rebound
Real quick break, fool, know we blow your mind
Off the hook, nigga, fix your telephone line
When we come through, tell me what you gonna do
Give me my money quick, so then I can thank you
Word is born, you knowin' I only get better
Every time supafly dangerous elements get together
She's Mrs. Supafly
He's Mr. Dangerous
And if you bust, then they gonna bust
And one of us gonna have to duck
She's Mrs. Supafly
He's Mr. Dangerous
And if you bust, then they gonna bust
And one of us gonna have to duck
Missy:
When I play this in my Jeep, you'll see
How this beat rumble under my feet (Under my feet, yeah)
Go ahead, you cute
If you cute, then I get cute, too
Go ahead, Missy, I got many so many men I got plenty (What what)
I ain't kindin, dance alone, why don't you come dance wit me
When I bumped this one, the left, they go deaf
Bust yo ear drums until none left ('Til none left)
Whoa there, Busta, they don't like us, they don't love us, well, fuck 'em
Oh, you silly, you don't kill me, you don't feel me, boy, you illin'
We ain't dealin'
If no drinks, then we ain't chillin'
Busta:
Yo, Miss Supafly, let me hit, me and Missy, we gonna get all up in it
All in a minute, get wit' it
When I was young, gettin' baby-sitted
A nigga blow the spot up, make you ask who did it
Contact every time I touch a track
Freak out, wiggle your funny bone and bounce back, yo
Nigga see me in the back (Who dat?)
You don't know my name, I'm knowin' motherfucker (True dat)
You wack, you better improve your shit
When I bounce on beats, lyrics might abuse your shit
Make music, so I can lose your mind
So hide when I finish, make you wanna press for wine
Nigga, see the DJ cuttin' it up
Bringin' it back, rippin' the track, you know we fuckin' it up
Got you suckin' it up
My nigga, chill out, make you ill out
And watch all of the Moet spill out