"On & On" lyrics - MISSY ELLIOTT

"On & On"
(Missy Elliott / Chad Hugo / Pharrell Williams)
feat. Pharrell Williams

Beware, you're now listening to the sounds
Of Mis-demeanor
Turn everything up, all levels
All my fucking levels
Turn that shit the fuck up
Huh? What? What?
Is that a two-track?

[Bridge: Missy]
Missy be the name and y'all should already know
Been around long, Scarface sold coke
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yo she ya
Let me grab the microphone and I'm gone take it away

Every time I spit I blow one or two speakers
Top model diva but my name not Eva
Yeah I bring fever rocking classic adidas
I'm straight off the heater ripping needles off the meter
Here I go, flip my flow
Back it up then I drop it low
It's a must 'cause I'm dangerous
I'll be a hassle on the busta call me angel dust
I talk shit di, didn't stutter
2005 MC's in trouble
You run for cover hide under your covers
'Cause you gone need more protection than a magnum rubber

[Hook [4x:] Pharrell]
Ah, ah, on
Ah, ah, on
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah, on and it's

Missy finna spit shit simply raw
Misdemeanor always make MCs feel small
Stick you on the table with a plastic cup
Say grace, then eat ya ass up
Y'all just rookies, virgins, and nookies
Not my competition you skip or play hookie
Ain't nobody here that can tear the track up
And naw I ain't done rapping so shut the hell up
Keep it simple every time I flow
If you step to me I shall throw blows
Raise up like I's break nose
I ain't about talking I'll lay 'em down slow
And for sure y'all know
Misdemeanor got 'em by the neck low
Ice cold heart like zero below
If you wanna battle me then playa say so


Let me tell you what I'm all about
About spitting hot rhymes on out
Yeah Pharrell did the beat oh yes
And the way he put it down he make it sound so (fresh)
I be the best don't second guess
When it comes to other rappers bout it boy get flexed
When I say I'm tight as wife beaters
Missy bout to teach you how to follow the leader
Hit the club in a blue two seater
Looking like I'm finna cock a nine millimeter
Get out with my high hill cuffs
Twisting my ass 'cause I know what guys want
Licking my lips like I'm taking him home
Teasing and teasing I'm faking the funk
Shaking my titties like I wanna bone
Bend over slow then I tell him I'm gone